Captured by the King

Chapter 8

        Alexander blinks awake, hearing rain pitter patter against the window. He looks over on the bed sheets to find a quill, parchment, and ink.

Oh! Yes! It's like Christmas!

His heart fluttered with excitement as he picked up the items and giddily sat down at the desk on the other side of the room. He set out the paper and uncorked the ink, dipping his quill in and tapping off the excess, ready to write.

Okay you have to be careful with what you write... Be vague and add hints, and don't get too negative.

Dear John Laurens, I regret to inform you that I am alive and well. The King of England the the colonies himself is overseeing my recovery. And I have recovered well, in fact I may be getting a bit thick around the waist as a result. In any case, you shouldn't worry about your dear friend, as I am perfectly safe around the redcoats. They even treated me to a complimentary back massage. How are you? I hope you're doing well, send all our friends my regards, and let them know I'm well.
Ever your friend,
Alexander Hamilton

He finished with his signature, and set the quill aside, putting the cork back on the ink.

That's good! Heh... I miss you Laurens. I wish it was you holding me captive.

"Very nice handwriting Alexander!" The king remarks suddenly. Alex yelps in surprise, jumping and nearly knocking the ink off the desk.

Jesus fucking Christ!

"AHHH!! George!" He huffs, clutching his chest. George laughs.
"I got you! Heheh!" He giggles childishly. Alex sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

I would rather not have a heart attack today... I mean come on. Ever heard of knocking? Actually that would've scared me too.

"Yes you did... You got me pretty good..." He admits, sitting back in his chair. George reads the letter over his shoulder, nodding.
"Yes, that's a good letter... I think... I'll have this sent to my colonies right away. Ah- which one?" He asks. Hamilton thinks for a second.
"South Carolina. Please. The people there will get it to him." He says. George nods.
"Of course, I'll have it sent right away. Now then, would you like to have a bath by yourself? You are... certainly in need of one." Hamilton huffs, a bit offended.

Are you calling me a dirty bitch? You're literally the only one who schedules my baths. Damn.

         "What's that supposed to mean?" He asks. George rolls his eyes.
         "It means you stink! Get your big butt to the bathroom!" He grabs a pillow from the bed, tossing it at Hamilton. Alex laughs.
         "Ok ok! I'll take a bath! Haha!" He laughs as George runs up to him and sort of half grabs, half tickles his sides.

Oh my god do NOT tickle me! Haha! No! Shit- get away! Bad tickles!

He runs away from George, laughing. George smiles, opening the door for him so he could get to the bathroom. Alex walks across the hall to the door, opening it and stepping inside. The bathroom was a very floral blue and pink, beautiful colors. He shut the door behind him, and looked over to the large tub to find a bath had already been prepared, like usual. He strips himself of his clothes, and tosses them aside. He tests the water with his hand, smiling at how warm it was. It was teetering on the edge of being too hot, just the way he liked it. He carefully steps into the bath, sinking down into it.
"Mmm... Hehehe..." He giggles to himself, dunking under the water and getting his hair wet. He loved the feeling of security that warm water gave him, much better than cold water than reminded him of the ocean.

Screw the ocean... this is better.

This was calm, relaxing. He simply soaked for a while, absentmindedly playing with himself. He pulled his hand away, grabbing the soap and starting to wash. The soaps the king had were very lavish, exotic, and smooth. Sometimes they even had engravings on them. He hummed softly, starting to wash his hair and scrub his private areas. The temptation to touch himself in the warm water was strong, but he pushed the urge aside over necessity to be clean.

Don't do it. Don't. The king will probably want some attention, save your stamina.

He quickly washed the soap off, and went back to relaxing. He thought for a while, wondering if he could somehow encode his letters to relay private information.

A cipher? Perhaps?

He sighs, shaking the thought away.

A cipher would be picked up too easily by George. Too obvious. Maybe I could make a secret sentence somehow. Underline letters, backwards or forwards, words in the beginning or ends of sentences.

He sighs, squeezing the water from his hair as he pulled out the stopper for the tub. The water drained, and he got out, clean as a whistle. He quickly dried off and wrapped a towel around himself.

I can write another letter another time.

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. The redcoat guard had to bite his cheek to keep a straight face, and keep staring dead ahead. Alex smirks.

Oh you're just dying for a peek aren't you? You must know that I know.

His instinct of self preservation was not home at the moment.
"I can tell you want a peek, y'know." He purrs teasingly. The redcoat huffs, glancing over at Hamilton for a split second.
"I'm fine. Get back to your room." He growls. Hamilton sighs, flicking the redcoats nose, making him flinch.

Damn... You redcoats are all boring. I was hoping for a blush at least.

"You're all so boring..." He groans, quickly heading into his room. The redcoat managed to keep it cool, but desperately wanted to kick his ass.

George looks over at Hamilton, currently sealing Hamilton's letter in an envelope with wax, pressing the stamp down into it with a non royal seal. He did NOT want the colonies to get their hands on a mold of the royal seal.

Damn, we can't get a mold of the royal seal now...

"Have a nice bath?" He asks with a grin, setting the letter down and sauntering over to Alex.
"I did! It was lovely! Mmm... I can tell you want something." Hamilton says softly, letting his towel drop to the floor. The kings eyes quickly drift down to Alex's length, which was quickly hardening.
"Well you're right, I do need a little something.~" He purrs, allowing Hamilton to push him back towards the bed, and lay him back. The king hums softly as Hamilton started to remove his clothes for him.
"Have you been bad? Hm?" Hamilton asks with a smug grin, pulling the King's pants off, revealing his already rather aroused length. The king whines.
"Maybe... I do have a little confession..." He says, absolutely no shame in his voice. Alex smiles, sliding the kings boxers off and palming his cock, slowly pumping it.
"Really? And what would that be?" He asks, gliding his fingers over his lovers entrance. Alex pauses, feeling something sticking out of him. It was smooth, like polished wood. Or maybe it was glass.

You naughty little bitch.