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“You should set up a meeting with Senator von Steuben and Congressman Ames. They’re eager to start working on education policy. I’m sure we could get a solid bill written for free community college. I don’t see how anyone can be opposed to that, even Republicans. It’s just a good idea.”
“I agree, sir,” says Betsy Ross, his secretary of education. “I was thinking it might be smart to go public on the issue, get the public on our side and put some pressure on Congress. Lafayette, Angelica, and I were talking about it the other day.”
George nods and leans back in his chair, running his hand through his hair. “That could work. I could set up speaking engagements at various community colleges…” George trails off and absently spins his pen in his fingers. “You know, I could do a speech at a community college in every state. That would really make a statement.”
“In every single state in the country? That would be a major time commitment, Sir,” Ross says, looking a little skeptical.
“Well, we’ve got a little over a year until midterms. That’s more than enough time. Plus, I’m young,” George says with a grin. “I think I can handle it.”
Ross laughs and nods her head. “It could work. We can start drafting a bill as soon as possible.”
“It might be smart to try to get some Republicans on board with you, especially from Southern states. Tennessee Congressman Joseph Anderson might be a good choice; if I remember correctly, part of his platform was education reform, and he’s anti-school choice. Then, lets see, Georgia Senator Abraham Baldwin might also be willing to get on board.”
Ross smiles as she scrawls some notes in her notebook. “Your knowledge of Congress is rather impressive, Mr. President. Usually that kind of stuff is left up to the staff.”
George shrugs and sets his pen down. “I like to know what I’m working with. I can’t leave all of the work up to Lafayette and Angelica. Plus, I think it’s kind of exciting trying to whip votes. Schuyler is a damn good majority whip, and it’s fun to discuss it with him.”
Ross closes her notebook and recrosses her legs. “I was minority whip for a few years under President Franklin back when the Republicans controlled Congress. Being minority whip is a little frustrating. I can only hope we hang onto Congress in the midterms.”
George nods and goes back to fiddling with his pen. “I think we have a pretty good shot. I’m a little worried about Congressman John C. Thomas in the Maryland 2nd; that Richard Sprigg Jr. is generating a lot of buzz, and Thomas is getting old. I think people are starting to get tired of him. And, I mean, I don’t exactly blame them. He’s not very good at his job. 25 years in Congress and no major legislation to show for it? That’s a little sad.”
There’s a knock at the door, and George sits up a little straighter in his chair. “Come in.”
Betsy, his secretary, sticks her head in and smiles apologetically. “Sorry to interrupt Mr. President, Mrs. Secretary, but it’s almost time for your staff briefing, Sir.”
George smiles and nods, giving Ross an apologetic look. “Thanks Betsy.”
“Of course, Sir.” Betsy smiles and closes the door behind her.
“I’ll let you get on with your day, Mr. President. I’ll get that task force together and start working on drafting legislation. I’ll be in touch with Lafayette and Angelica.”
“Thank you Mrs. Secretary. It’s a pleasure as always.” George stands and shakes her hand and walks her to the door. “You can tell everyone I’m ready for the briefing, Betsy.”
George goes back to his desk and sits down, trying to stifle a yawn. Thanks to Alex, George didn’t get much sleep last night, and his schedule was jam packed. He’s still trying to make up meetings and events from the couple of months he missed during his recovery from the assassination attempt.
Soon his staff is coming into the office, and George smiles fondly at Alex. Alex winks and sits down on one of the couches. Humphreys, the new senior advisor he hired last month, sits down next to him and whispers something in Alex’s ear. Alex laughs and rolls his eyes. George knew the two of them would get along well.
“Good morning, Mr. President,” Lafayette says, as chipper as ever.
“Good morning, Gilbert. You’re in a good mood this morning.”
Lafayette’s eyes twinkle and he sits on the couch opposite Alex. “I sure am, Sir. Adrienne just called me to let me know that Geo will be starting pitcher for his 12 year old little league team.”
George immediately grins and has to resist the urge to get up and hug Lafayette. He looks back on the time he spent with the Lafayettes after Martha died and remembers Geo as one of the only bright spots. The long hours he spent outside teaching Geo to throw a baseball were a miraculous break in the gloom that seemed to surround him.
“That’s awesome. I’ll have to try to come to one of his games, assuming that the hoard of Secret Service won’t ruin the whole care-free atmosphere of the baseball game. George and Lafayette both chuckle, and Angelica looks at them amusedly.
“Men are such softies when it comes to children,” she teases.
“Have you seen a picture of Geo?” George asks. “He’s like the cutest little kid on earth.”
“Lafayette’s office is basically a shrine to his son, so yes, I’ve seen plenty of pictures. He is really freaking cute.”
“If he heard you call him a little kid, he’d be pissed,” Alex says. “When I ate dinner with Gil a couple of weeks ago I called him ‘little man’ and I thought he was gonna hit me with his baseball bat. He’s a pre-teen, thank you very much.”
George laughs and shakes his head. “Okay, we should probably talk about actual presidential business. Betsy has me booked down to the minute today, so we don’t have too much time.”
Everyone settles in and gives him their reports and offers their opinions on various issues. Hercules gives him several versions of a speech George is delivering at an event honoring black men hanged in the South during the 1950s and 60s, and George sets them aside to review and edit tonight.
Humphreys and Alex help dissect a sudden flare up in tensions between Israel and Palestine, and he briefly discusses launching the free community college initiative with Lafayette and Angelica.
When everyone is finished, he dismisses them, and like always, Alex hangs back.
“Hey baby,” he says, coming over to sit on George’s lap. George wraps his arms around Alex’s waist and presses his face into the crook of Alex’s neck. Alex is wearing George’s cologne, and for some reason, that goes straight to George’s cock and it twitches in his pants.
Alex quirks an eyebrow and smirks. “I thought that surely you would be worn out after last night.”
George laughs and kisses Alex’s neck gently. “You’re wearing my cologne.”
“Yeah. I forgot mine at my apartment. You like that I’m wearing your cologne?” Alex murmurs.
George nods and swallows as he feels himself hardening, his cock pressed against Alex’s ass. “Yeah,” he says gruffly.
“When’s your next appointment, love? Maybe we can go up to the Residence and take a break?”
George has to bite back a moan as Alex grinds down on George’s cock and squeezes his thigh.
“It’s in like five minutes.” George breathes in sharply as Alex takes one of George’s hands and puts it on his own hardening cock.
“C’mon, baby, tell Betsy you’ve got something you need to take care of.” Alex grinds down again, and George gasps softly. He squeezes Alex’s cock through his pants, enjoying the soft moan it elicits.
“I-I can’t. I have a call with Ambassador Schuyler about the UN vote to send extra aid to Syria.”
“But baby, can’t you feel how badly I need you? I know I can feel how badly you need me. I want you to fill me up like you did last night. You’re so good to me, George,” Alex purrs as he grinds down hard.
George curls his toes against the floor and leans his head back, clenching his fists. “Okay, hold on,” he says through gritted teeth. George shakily picks up the phone and dials Betsy’s extension.
“Mr. President, do you need something?”
“I need you to cancel my call with Ambassador Schuyler. A situation just came up that I need to take care of.”
“Of course, Sir. I’ll take care of it.”
Ever since Dr. Rush cleared George for more strenuous activities, their love-making has become more frequent and more intense. Often times, they have sex before bed, then Alex wakes him up in the middle of the night for more, and they wake up a little earlier to have a slow, leisurely round before getting ready for the day. Getting shot changed something in their relationship, and sometimes George feels almost feverish with his need to be with Alex, to connect them together.
“Do you want to go to the Residence, baby?” Alex asks as he moves his hips in a slow circle. George bites down on Alex’s shoulder and pushes his hips up.
“No time. We’ll go to my private study.”
Alex hops up and George hurries after him. As soon as they get into the private study, George wraps his arms around Alex from behind and playfully nips at his neck. Alex laughs and presses back against George’s cock.
“You’re so easy baby,” he teases. George growls deep in his throat and starts to suck a bruise into Alex’s neck. Alex whimpers and presses back against George, grinding on him. George lets his hands fall to Alex’s hips and they stand there grinding on each other like a couple of teenagers in a club. George is panting against Alex’s neck, and he’s so hard in his pants that it’s painful.
“Take your clothes off,” George says in Alex’s ear, his voice low and commanding. Alex immediately pulls out of George’s arms and begins to undress himself, wagging his hips at George and looking up through his lashes.
Alex shucks his pants and stands there naked, his cock bobbing against his stomach. George’s mouth goes completely dry and he licks his lips. Alex smirks and saunters over to George.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he croons as he starts to undress George. He pushes George’s pants and boxers down last, and George steps out of them, shivering as he watches Alex’s eyes rake over his naked body.
Alex pulls George into a bruising kiss and starts walking, backing him up until his back hits the wall. George’s head falls back against the wall with a thunk as Alex drops to his knees.
“Alex,” George warns, his voice choking off into a strangled groan when Alex wraps his lips around George’s cock. “Alex,” George gasps again, clenching his fists and shuddering. “I’m not gonna last. You can’t—” George cuts himself off and has to bite down on his fist to keep himself from shouting when Alex sucks one of George’s balls into his mouth.
Then Alex licks a long stripe up the underside of George’s cock and kisses the tip almost daintily, letting his tongue dart out to lap up some of the pre-come leaking out.
“Fine, I’ll stop,” Alex says with a smirk. He briefly sucks on the skin of George’s inner thigh before pulling himself to his feet. He kisses George, and George can taste himself on Alex’s tongue.
“Thank you,” George gasps. “I need to get the lube and a condom,” he whispers.
Alex shakes his head. “No time.” George’s eyes widen as Alex grabs one of George’s hands and sucks on his fingers and licks George’s palm, properly wetting George’s hand. George grabs Alex’s arms and pulls him over to the desk.
“Bend over baby,” he murmurs. Alex obediently turns around and leans against the desk, sticking his ass up. George grins darkly and starts to tease Alex’s hole with one of his fingers.
“George,” he whines, whimpering. “Come on baby.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, love.”
George slowly pushes his finger in, easily adding another immediately after—Alex is still loose from this morning. “You’re so beautiful,” George murmurs as he adds a third finger, forming a triangle with his fingers. He slowly pushes them in and out, carefully stretching Alex. Alex groans in frustration and pushes back, trying to fuck himself on George’s fingers.
“George, I need you. Stop teasing.”
George pulls his fingers out and nudges Alex to turn around. “Back against the wall.” Alex nods and practically runs over to the wall. George grins and hoists Alex into his arms. Alex’s legs reflexively wrap around George’s waist, and George pauses to kiss Alex gently. “Are you sure you don’t want to use a condom.”
“We’ve both been checked recently and we’re in a monogamous relationship. I think it’s okay.”
George nods and helps ease Alex onto his cock, letting gravity do most of the work. As soon as he bottoms out, he pulls back out and sets a leisurely pace, bracing Alex against the wall. Alex moans and drops his head onto George’s shoulder, sinking his teeth into George’s skin.
“I love you Alex,” George says as he pushes into Alex, hitting him in just the right spot as Alex makes a high, keening noise. “I love you more than anything in this world.”
“I love you too,” he whimpers.
George’s arms are starting to get tired, so he makes sure Alex is secure and steps away from the wall, walking them over to the couch that sits against one of the other walls. Alex practically squeals and locks his arms around George’s neck.
“Don’t drop me!”
“I won’t,” George murmurs.
Alex’s whole body is tense as George’s cock thrusts up into him with each step. When George reaches the couch, he carefully lays them out and immediately begins to thrust quickly, the need building in his stomach. He can feel that his balls are tight and bunched, and he knows he’s close.
George grabs onto Alex’s neglected, leaking cock and starts to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Alex digs his nails into George’s back and thrashes his head side-to-side.
“George, baby, I want to feel you come inside me. Come on, you’ve lasted long enough.”
At Alex’s words, George’s hips twitch as he comes hard, spilling into Alex. He continues to stroke Alex the best he can as his orgasm pulses and his bones start turning to jelly.
A few seconds later, Alex comes, coating their stomachs with his sticky, hot come. George collapses down on top of Alex and they breathe in tandem, their hearts beating against each other.
“I love you so much,” George says before kissing Alex gently.
“I love you too, George.” Alex wraps his arms around George’s waist and holds him tightly.
George lets his eyes fall closed and he dozes off cocooned in the warmth of Alex’s arms, one of his favorite places to be.
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An hour and a half later, George politely notifies Betsy that he’s ready to get back on schedule. He has an uneventful cabinet meeting, a quick appearance at the Smithsonian to commemorate some new artifact that he didn’t really take the time to learn about, and a ribbon cutting ceremony at the new African history museum.
When he gets back to the White House, it’s almost dinner time, so he heads up to the Residence. He invited Alex to join him for dinner in the Residence tonight, but as the clock hits seven, Alex hasn’t even texted him to let him know he’s still coming. George frowns and calls him; he probably got distracted and is still working. Alex picks up at the very last moment, and George can hear people talking in the background.
“Hello?” Alex asks loudly as if he’s trying to shout over something. His voice sounds odd, and George shifts his weight nervously.
“Alex?” he asks, frowning. “Are you not coming to dinner?”
“Oh, shit. I totally forgot. Uh, look, an old friend of mine just got back from working in Niger for a couple of years with the Red Cross, so I’m catching up with him.”
“Wow, yeah, it’s no problem. I didn’t know you had a friend who worked for the Red Cross,” George says, the surprise clear in his voice.
“Doesn’t come up in conversation much,” Alex says dismissively. George hears loud laughter in the background and the phone rustles as Alex says something away from the microphone. George swallows, an uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach.
“Alex?”
“Hmm? Oh, right. Sorry,” Alex says, his words starting to slur. George realizes that Alex’s voice sounds weird because he’s drunk. “So, a raincheck is okay?”
“Yeah, enjoy your time with…”
“John Laurens.”
The line goes dead, and George tosses his phone onto the bed. Suddenly, dinner doesn’t sound very appealing, and George crawls into bed instead. Maybe he can get some work done editing those speeches Mulligan wrote for him. George opens the first one up and tries to quell the uncomfortable anxiety tying his stomach up in knots.
Alex is blowing George off for dinner with John Laurens—a mysterious friend he's never mentioned before.
This is fine…
Right?