The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 14

Im just gonna post the rest of what i have written and then do shit from there

Eliza was scared to death to tell Alexander what she learned. She had... done some experimenting. As Maria gently pressed kisses to her neck and wrapped an arm around her waist, she wondered how she would tell him. "Am I a bad person?" Eliza asked herself out loud, "Does this count as cheating?" Maria giggled and rested her head on the pillows.

"We had some nice sex, kissed a little, so I would say it's cheating. Just break up with Alex and don't tell him anything. You decided you're a lesbian right?" Maria asked, reaching up and grabbing a breast.

Eliza gently pushed her hand away and mumbled, "I feel bad. He loves me, he's gonna be heartbroken." Maria shrugged.

"He'll move on eventually." Maria said with a yawn before closing her eyes. Eliza closed her eyes too and fell asleep, spooning with the woman.

Washington pulled up to the bright blue house and parked the car. "Do you want me to wait outside?" He asked, "Are you gonna come right back?" Alex nodded and went up to the door. He stared at the welcome sign on it, nervous to see the woman he was about to dump and leave for the president of the united states of america. Alex took a deep breath before knocking on the door and tapping his foot. The door opened a minute later to reveal a tired Eliza wearing pajamas.

It was the middle of the day.

"Miss Schuyler," Alex greeted. Eliza stayed silent. She blinked slowly, only half awake. After a moment or two of staring at Alex she gasped and quickly fixed her hair.

"Alex!" She laughed nervously, "I didn't know you were coming over! Sorry for the late reaction, I'm exhausted from doing... stuff." She coughed and turned around at the sound of Maria coming downstairs.

"I'm stuff!" Maria called, going to the kitchen. Alex frowned.

Eliza and Alex went quiet, staring at each other. They both had the same thing on their mind, but were unsure how to say it to each other. Alex took a deep breath, so did Eliza, and they blurted out:

"I wanna break up."
"I'm gay."

Alex and Eliza smiled brightly, hugged, and then went their separate ways. Eliza giggled and waved as Alex walked to the car with a happy smile. "Bye Alex! Go fuck the president for me since I can't because I don't like dick!" Eliza laughed. Alex waved goodbye and got in the car with George. He watched as Eliza turned away from them and shut the door.

Washington started the car and asked sarcastically, "She looks so heartbroken, did you have to be so hard on her?" Alex snickered and shook his head.

"Miss Schuyler fancies women now, and I believe Maria is the one who gave her the hickies lining her shoulder." George snorted and pulled out of the driveway and down the road into town. Alex leaned his head on the window, looking at the familiar streets as they drove by. He didn't want to go back to his home and work, he wanted to spend more time with George.

"Tell him that," John said from the back seat, "he's sitting right there after all." Alex nodded a little.

He asked, "Would you like to come in once we get to my house? I have drinks, food, a couch. We could talk." George thought about it, tossing the pros and cons around in his head. If anybody saw him going into Alexander's house he could be ruined for it, but then again it could just end up as another rumor that Alex would end up disproving with some bullshit excuse. He sighed.

"Sure," George smiled. They pulled into Alexander's driveway, and George stopped the car. They got out, quickly going inside so nobody saw the president of the united states out in the open. Alex shut the door and locked it once they were both inside before slowly turning back to Washington. He got a strange sense of deja vu, seeing Washington in his house. It was so familiar. The way Washington was dressed in a button up work shirt and a tie, and fancy working shoes. Being in his own house like this, his boss in his house.

Alex went to the kitchen. More deja vu. "Can I get you some coffee?" Alex asked, going to the coffee pot. He tried to ignore the stupid feeling and focused on George. Washington smiled and walked over.

"Thanks but I'm fine for now." He sat at the bar and tapped his fingers on the wood. "I like your house. Last time I was here it was, uh, the Christmas party, right?" Alex nodded. "I only remember because you prayed to God when Jefferson walked in." Alex snorted and covered his mouth to hide his smile.

He sighed, "Well when the devil walks into your home during the holiday of Jesus' birth, you get a little scared." Washington tried not to laugh at the rude comment. Alex continued, "God he criticizes me for everything I do. What I serve, what I wear, what I drink, what I say. The man must be satan, I'm sure of it." George turned to face Alex as he sat down at the bar with him, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked at George and asked, "How can you stand him?"

Washington shrugged and placed a hand on Alexander's thigh, "There are parts of my work day that make up for it." Alexander blushed and looked away, taking a sip of his drink. George pulled away and teased, "Like food, and coffee, and other stuff." Alex glared at him playfully, setting his cup down.

Alex muttered, "Sex?" George stopped and slowly nodded a little.

"I... Have to be honest that I haven't in awhile," George rubbed the back of his neck, "About a year and a half maybe. I got a little crazy at the office party when Hercules brought L..." George cleared his throat and Alexander quickly changed the subject.

He asked, "Do we have any meetings this week?" George shrugged.

"I have things to do, meetings and stuff. You're off the hook though. Unless you'd like to join me for lunch tomorrow." Alex blushed at the offer and looked away. Wouldn't he be a burden?

Alex mumbled, "The press wouldn't like seeing us together."

George smiled and explained, "We can stay in my office in the afternoon, I'll have somebody go out and pick up lunch for us. It'll be nice and peaceful, okay?" Alex smiled and nodded.

"Alright," He sighed, "I guess we're having lunch tomorrow afternoon in your office. So what to do until then..." Alex scooted closer to George's chair, gazing at the man. Washington smiled.

"I suppose until then we can... talk." George took Alexander's hand. They both leaned in, slow at first. Once their lips touched they closed their eyes and kissed. Washington cupped the Alexander's cheek, humming a little against his lips. Alex blushed and scooted closer. He pulled away and mumbled, "Should we sit somewhere more comfortable for this?" George nodded and led Alex away from the bar and into the living room. He sat down and pulled Alexander into his lap.

Alex squeaked a little as George squeezed his hips, chuckling. George kissed the man's neck. He whispered against his skin, "I've wanted this for awhile." Alex nodded in agreement as George continued to pepper his neck with smooches. "I've wanted you for awhile, Alexander." Alex giggled a little and then gasped as George began nibbling his ear.

"Can we, uh," Alex cleared his throat, "Can you stay? Just- Just to cuddle for awhile." George nodded and smiled.

"Of course I'll stay, handsome," George purred. Before Alex could suggest heading to the bedroom George laid down on the couch and held the treasurer in his arms. "Comfortable?" George asked, kissing his head.

Alex mumbled, "Always."