The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 13

Hamilton found himself outside his office door, asking for a ride like a bum. He knocked three times, and asked, "Mr.Washington, could we talk?"

Washington was reading and trying not to cry because he was still crying for no reason. Well, not really for no reason. He was overwhelmed with stress, had too many things to worry about, and had lost a... "friend" that was very close to him. But now that "friend" was at his door wanting to talk. Whether that was good or bad, George didn't know. He huffed and nodded. "Come in, Ale-" He coughed, "Mr.Hamilton.

Alex opened the door and poked his head inside. George frowned at the bags under his eyes. "Yes, Mr.Hamilton?" He asked, closing his book and setting it to the side. Hamilton cleared his throat and stepped all the way into the room. He shut the door and waited for Washington to let him sit down. Washington gave a little nod of approval and Alex walked to the chair. After sitting down, he sighed.

"My car broke down, and I either need to get home or work here." Alex sighed. Washington frowned.

He asked, "Do you have any cables?" Alex shook his head. "Well I'm sure that we can call-" Washington stopped. He wanted him to stay. He wanted to talk to the boy. George took a deep breath and spoke carefully, "You could stay and work in my office. I'm not doing much. Working on papers and reading in between reports, that's all." Alex smiled a little and stood up.

"Thank you, sir, you're very kind," Alex smiled more, "I'm gonna grab my things." Alex quickly went out to his car to get his suitcase and papers. Washington sighed and sunk in his chair a little. What was he supposed to say to the man? Apologize?

Washington sighed, "God his smile is so bright..." The door opened and Hamilton stepped in, his face a little pink. Before George could ask, Alex answered.

"I ran. It's cold out, I don't have my jacket on me. I left it in the meeting room, I believe." Alex rushed, quickly going to the chair and sitting down. Washington cleared some room on the desk for Alex to work, and Hamilton hesitated to set his things down. He breathed, "The oval office desk... A-Are you sure I can...?" George nodded.

"You're worthy, Alex," George teased, "No need to be nervous or scared or anything like that. What's mine is yours." He felt like such an idiot saying that last one. They weren't a couple, Alexander had Eliza to busy himself with. Speaking of Eliza... "What did you say to her at the end of the meeting? I saw her marching over to Maria and they argued back and forth the whole way out of the building." Hamilton's face went red and he looked away.

Alex cleared his throat and sighed, "I was a bit harsh. I was just mad, that's all. I apologized earlier through text but I know I'll have to talk to her in person to make it up to her." Washington nodded.

"What did you say?"

"A private thing, I'm afraid. Something very awful that... that I knew would hurt her and yet I... God, I'm such an idiot..."

"... Call her."

Alexander looked up in confusion. "What?" He asked, almost in disbelief that he was helping him with Eliza. George sighed and sat up,

"You need to call her and tell her that you're sorry. Arrange to meet, tell her you're sorry, or whatever. But she needs to hear your voice, not words on a page." Washington explained, "She's a lady, and you treat a lady like her with the utmost respect, Alexander." He stood up and pulled Alexander out of his chair.

Alex rambled, "I don't even know what to say! I've ruined everything between us because of this stupid rumor and the goddamn press weighing down on me! What if she doesn't even wanna talk to me anyway, huh? I could try talking to her and she'll just get even more angry and want me dead! God I might sound like an idiot if I talk to her in person! What do I do if-"

"QUIET!" George boomed, "JESUS CHRIST SHUT UP AND LOOK AT YOURSELF!" Alex shut his mouth and looked away. Washington's glare softened and he frowned. Alexander hugged himself and turned away.

"You may be president but I don't like it when you yell at me." Alex whispered.

George huffed and snapped, "Yeah, well, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Alex... Alexander...?"

Alex looked at him and smiled a little, "Yes, sir?" George sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Do you wanna practice what you're gonna say to her?" George asked, stepping closer to Alex. Hamilton nodded happily and cleared his throat.

Alex straightened his posture and mumbled, "Eliza, I'm so sorry that I-"

"No," George interrupted, "Speak louder. Your posture and stance is wonderful, but you should speak up. Talk to her with confidence, she won't hurt you." Alexander nodded and cleared his throat once more.

"Eliza," Alex spoke, "I know that I shouldn't have said we were a couple in front of them. I shouldn't have said something even though we aren't technically official. And especially since you're kind of trying to figure things out with yourself and your family problems. I'm sorry that I said those things... I'm especially sorry that I made the comment about Miss Reynolds... You... You don't deserve that. You don't deserve any of the messy things I have to offer. You're beautiful."

Listening to this was torture for Washington.

It was heaven for Alexander though. He never thought he'd be able to say these things to the man until now. It was stupid, hiding behind a facade that he was talking to Eliza. Ridiculous.

Alex continued, "You're exquisite. Your body is so wonderful and s-strong. God, everytime I look at you I feel like I'm in heaven. I love you, I love everything about you. I wish I could have you all to myself sometimes, just alone a-and..." His face was as red as a tomato now. George was about to stop himself but Alex continued.

"I wanna kiss you. I wanna hold you and be held by you. I wish you could hold me and kiss me and just tell me that everything's gonna be fine. I'm sorry I feel this way, I'm sorry I ruin everything, George, I love you I'm sorry-" Alex was starting to cry. He sobbed and wiped his eyes. "I love you, God kill me for i-it, but I love you-"

George pulled Alexander forward and kissed him, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other hand running through the younger's hair. Alex whined and kissed back, still sobbing like a child. George picked him up, causing the boy to squeak a little, and set him down on the desk. He kissed him softer now, a little more meaning slipping into the moment. Alex sobbed and pulled away to breath.

They panted a bit, trying to get control over themselves. Grown men, why couldn't they act a little more mature. But George was starting to cry too, so it was obvious now that maturity was out of the question. They sobbed together, kissing once more. Alex wrapped his arms around George's neck. Once they pulled away he leaned his head against the man's shoulder, hugging him tightly. George hugged back.

"I love you too," George whispered, "I'm afraid I can't cough up all my feelings like you just did, but I love you too." Alex sniffled and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. George got some tissues from the box nearby and helped wipe away the man's tears. "Poor thing," George sighed.

Alex sniffled, his hands shaking. He mumbled, "I have to talk to Eliza. I have to break up with her. I can't do this." George nodded and carefully helped Alexander back onto the ground. Alex brushed himself off, fixed his hair, and looked up at Washington. "So... Are we together? Is this a thing now?" George nodded slowly. Alex nodded along and took his hand. He lifted it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to the president's knuckles.

"I'll text you, mkay?" George whispered. Alex nodded and pulled away. He picked up his things and then suddenly stopped.

"I still need a ride. Can you drive me to Eliza's?" Alex asked. George nodded and got his jacket and sunglasses. "We could probably take Mulligan's car. It's got tinted windows for when he's hanging out with Lafayette." George frowned but followed Alexander downstairs and out the back to the secret path to Mulligan's car. Alex texted Herc that he was borrowing the car and got in. He hot wired it.