The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 18

How about McDonalds? Something simple thatll make us feel fat later and will taste (mostly) good

John picked up Alex's phone. He was curled up in the passenger side hugging his knees as he looked through the texts. "Washington wants to know if you wanna eat at McDonalds." He said. Alex chuckled a bit.

"Text back I would love to-... Wait, shit, if we're eating in public people are gonna know and bombard us and such. I mean, we could rent out the building for the afternoon so we can eat but- Oh God, the press would lose their mind over us eating at McDonalds of all places." Alex rambled.

John texted Washington back.

The press. We have to worry about the press.

Washington, who was already grabbing keys and was ready to head out the door, frowned at the text. "Shoot." He went back to his desk and sat down.

If I had it my way, I'd go anywhere with you, Alexander.

John repeated the text to Alex, which caused him to blush a deep red. Alex mumbled, "Shit, um... Text back Why do you have to make me so flustered, sir."

Why do you have to make me so flustered, sir?

Don't call me sir cutie pie

Maybe I like calling you sir. ;0

Washington almost choked on his coffee. What is he supposed to say? How does he flirt back? Was that flirting? Was that an invitation to more office sex? George, without even giving it a second thought, called Eliza.

Eliza was currently on the couch with Maria doing paperwork while eating Ben and Jerry's. Maria picked up Eliza's phone and replied, "Hello, Schuyler residence?"

George frowned and questioned, "Ms.Reynolds?"

Maria, without thinking twice, hung up and threw the phone across the room. Luckily, it landed on a chair. Eliza huffed, "Maria, who was that?" She walked over and picked up her phone, calling the number back. "Hello, this is Eliza Schuyler speaking?"

George sighed, "Eliza, um, listen, uh, let's say I'm having dinner with somebody and- wait, no, I'm having lunch. Right, okay, so I'm gonna have lunch with somebody and I want to go out to eat but-"

Eliza interrupted, "Mr. Washington, have Hercules order you food okay? You can eat in your office with the curtains closed and you guys and eat your fast food in peace."

"Oh thank God," George chuckled, "Thank you, Eliza, you are a lifesaver. I owe you one." He hung up and called Hercules in.

Alex arrived five minutes later, carefully knocking on Washington's door. John faded away awhile ago, to be honest Alex couldn't quite remember when John disappeared. Washington opened the door and smiled, "Mr.Hamilton, wonderful to see you." He let Alex inside. Right when the door shut he grabbed Alexander and pulled him close. He kissed him roughly. Alex squeaked before relaxing in his arms and smooching the man. "I missed you," Washington purred in his ear.

"Didn't i just see you the other day?" Alexander teased, messing with George's tie. It was loosened around his neck, a rare sight really. "So, what's for lunch?"

Washington sighed, "Well, I had Hercules run through the drive through and grab us food. I didn't know what to get you and I was rushing for no reason so I just got you chicken nuggets, but-" Alex kissed George again.

Alex mumbled against his lips, "It's fine, George." He pulled away and walked over to the desk, carefully sitting down in a chair.

Washington plopped down on the couch and teased, "You can sit over here you know." Hamilton went into business mode.