The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 24

George Washington is finally back at home in the white house. He dusts off his desk and texts Alex for the hundredth time, trying to get him to answer.

Awfully rude of you to ignore the president, Alexander :o

George checked his phone again, glanced at the clock, and went back to reading. He had been doing this same cycle every minute or so. But nothing changed. Washington finally got up and grabbed his car keys.

"I don't get it," He said to Hercules on the way outside, "He always answers. There must be something wrong." Hercules adjusted hia driver's hat. He got in the front seat of the car. Washington got in back and checked his phone one more time.

Hercules suggested, "Maybe he broke his phone. Alex is clumsy, he probably spilled coffee on it or something." George slouched in his seat. Hercules turned on the radio to try and cheer up the poor guy.

Jefferson and Hamilton had retreated to Hamilton's house. They were relaxing on the crouch. Alex huffed, "Thomas! The new powerpuff girls is good when you look past that one animator!"

"No it's not! It's not the original, the mayor's assistant is gone- its all bad!" Jefferson muttered against his neck. They were both sitting very close, Alex in Thomas's lap while they watched cartoons. Thomas gently kissed Alex's neck. Alex whined a little, but didn't move away. Thomas mumbled, "Your skins soft, you moisturize or something?"

Alex shook his head. He relaxed in his arms. "I don't moisturize, dork. I'm just soft."

"Damn right." Thomas purred. He slipped a hand up Alex's shirt. Thomas's hands were cold and callused.

Hamilton whined, "Don't they're cold!" He squirmed a little as Thomas squeezed his hips and continued nipping at his neck. The man just loved to tease. Alex bit his lip and tried to relax in his arms again. He hummed a bit as Thomas grinded slowly.

"Here?" Alex whispered, "You wanna do this now?"

Thomas nodded. "I want you," He whispered in his ear. "I want you so much, Alexander." He softly bit his neck. Alex whined, gripping Jefferson's thigh at all of the teasing.

The front door swung open. Washington stood there, Hercules not too far behind him, and the car running outside. "Alexander are you-!" He stopped suddenly. Alex gasped and quickly shoved himself off of Jefferson. Jefferson didn't move. He just sat in his seat, shocked at Washington's presence.

After a moment of analyzing the situation, Washington asked, "What's going on?" Alex didn't reply. How could he? What was he supposed to say? George snapped, "Alexander, what's going on here?"

Jefferson cleared his throat and spoke softly, "We were just hanging out, sir."

"Hanging out?" Washington scoffed, "If that's what hanging out is then I would love to see what fucking looks like to you!"

Alex stammered, "G-George, I'm so sorry, I didn't think you'd be back-"

"Does that make it any better?" Washington snapped, crossing his arms. Alex looked down.

"I'm sorry," Alex said, "I'm really sorry, George."

"That's sir to you." Washington snapped, "I'm leaving. See you at work." He pushed past Hercules and marched to the car. Hercules gave Alex a pitied glance before going to the car with George.

The door slammed shut and Alex put his head in his hands. Jefferson got up, buttoning his shirt back up. Hamilton mumbled, "Thomas, what do I do?"

Thomas grabbed his coat. "Well, don't ask me. I'm heading home." He said. Alex sat up.

"What? You're leaving me alone?" Alex scoffed, "I-I just got dumped! You're not gonna comfort me?!"

"Alex," Thomas chuckled nervously, "We got caught. No offense, but I want to spend as little time with you as possible. Last thing I want is the press finding about this entire fiasco between the three of us."

Alex sputtered, "B-But what am I supposed to- what am I supposed to do now?!" He stood up from the couch and grabbed Jefferson's wrist.

Thomas jerked his arm away and snapped, "Hamilton, I will see you at work. Good day." He opened the door and stepped outside.

Alex shouted, "Fine! Just go then!" He slammed the door shut and marched back to the couch. He threw the TV remote at the wall, screaming in anger. Then he kicked the coffee table, which immediately resulted in him falling on the ground and holding his foot in pain.

"WHY DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO ME?!" Hamilton screamed at the ceiling. After a moment or two he let go of his foot and sniffled. Alex stared at the ceiling, hopelessly lying on his living room floor with a bruised toe.

Meanwhile, Washington was in the car and as silent as a mouse. He stared out the window at people and cars, just trying to keep his mind off of Hamilton. That cheating bastard, he thought to himself, I'll never forgive him for this. I already learned my lesson from Martha. I know better than to forgive somebody for that.

Hercules asked, "Would you like to stop for lunch, sir? Coffee?" Washington shook his head. Hercules sighed. "Sir, I'm very sorry about Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Jefferson."

"It's fine. I'd rather not talk about that." Washington muttered. "And I changed my mind. Coffee would be wonderful, Mulligan."

Jefferson went home. His living room was still a mess from when Adams came over two weeks ago. Coloring books scattered about, dumb rom coms stacked by the TV, and several piles of blankets and pillows. Thomas shuffle into the kitchen, grabbing the cookie dough ice cream out of the freezer.

"Oh, Adams," he muttered, "If I'm gonna leak Alex and Washington's romance with that recording I just made, I'll also be revealed to be gay for Alex." He went back into the living room and plopped himself on a pile of blankets.

He turned on the news and opened his tub of ice cream. "I wish you were here. You're great at this stuff." Thomas changed the channel to a different news station. Thomas sighed, "I just can't believe the US government is actually a gay soap opera." He shoved a spoonful of cookie dough in his mouth.