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Laurens and Hamilton stumbled down the hall clutching each other, up the stairs and to the cramped room they’d managed to commandeer for themselves.
“My god,” Laurens gasped, throwing himself onto the bed they were sharing, a lumpy mattress on an old wooden frame. “The look on Lafayette’s face!”
Hamilton tossed himself down next to Laurens, scrubbing his face with his hand. “And the look on Washington’s. If Washington had even an ounce less honor, I’d bet anything he would’ve had Lafayette on his knees the moment we walked out the door.”
“Do you think Lafayette will remember this in the morning? I don’t think we’ve ever seen him so drunk.” Laurens wiggled himself up to sitting to strip down to his shirt and drawers. Hamilton’s eyes lingered. He was a little drunk too, probably.
He forced himself to look away as Laurens settled back into bed. Hamilton stripped his clothes as well and joined Laurens under the covers where their shared body heat warmed the space. “I hope not, for his sake. Although if he does it should serve as a hard lesson in the dangers of drinking.”
Laurens lay on his back for a moment. “I’d never even heard of such a thing. Have you?”
Hamilton didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I’ve seen it done once.”
Laurens turned over to stare at Hamilton. “You’ve seen it done? What were you—?”
Hamilton fidgeted, uncomfortable. “I was passing through an alleyway in a less than savory part of town. We weren’t all raised as pampered southern sons, you know.” Laurens elbowed him. “I didn’t really see—it didn’t look as Lafayette described.”
“No,” Laurens said, turning on his back again. “I imagine not. I wonder—” He cut himself off, rolling to face away from Hamilton with an unhappy groan. “Damn that Frenchman. I’ll never get to sleep now.”
Hamilton was feeling uncomfortably restless himself. Damn Lafayette indeed.
“Do you think it really feels so different?” Laurens said softly. There was a rustling of bedsheets from his side. “Not that I’ve ever had any cause for complaint, of course, with the normal order of things.”
Hamilton didn’t reply right away. The normal order of things. He loved Laurens, every bit as much as Lafayette loved Washington. He’d never had a better friend, never met a better man, never had a companion so dear to his heart. What he was thinking could easily turn that into something twisted, something wicked.
Still, something compelled him. “There’s an easy enough way to find out.”
Laurens huffed. “What, the camp followers? Only if we want to find out whether you can get the pox that way, too.”
“No. Here, tonight. I would…for you, and you could, for me.” It was actually a brilliant idea. Here, alone together in this tiny room, it would be quite safe. Who would ever know, except the two of them?
Laurens’s restless shifting halted completely. “You. And me.”
“It should feel the same, shouldn’t it? A man or a woman.”
“You’re right,” Laurens said slowly. “So how would we—?”
Hamilton scrambled to roll over, tossing the bedcovers aside. “Stay where you are.” A minute ago he’d been cursing the light from the full moon as likely to keep him up half the night but now it made it easy for him to see what he was doing. Laurens had shifted onto his back again at some point. Hamilton reached for him and Laurens hesitantly freed his own cock. It was mostly hard already, impressively larger than it had looked when Hamilton happened to get a glimpse the last time they’d bathed together.
Laurens propped himself up on his elbows to watch as Hamilton took him in hand, giving his cock a few strokes to get used to the idea. How had Lafayette described it? To be taken in, and held safe?
Hamilton leaned down and took Laurens in his mouth.
“Oh,” Laurens said softly. He held himself very still. The head of his cock was heavy on Hamilton’s tongue. Hamilton sucked lightly, laved his tongue against it. Laurens gasped out loud. His hand came to clutch at Hamilton’s shoulder.
The act must be meant to simulate the act of intercourse, Hamilton reasoned. He glanced up to make sure Laurens wanted him to continue. Laurens’s eyes were wide, fixed on Hamilton like he was afraid the whole scene would disappear if he blinked. Hamilton let Laurens slide from his mouth and then swallowed him down again and again, as if Laurens was fucking into his mouth.
Laurens made a strangled noise. Hamilton pulled off altogether, wiping his mouth. “How does it feel?”
Laurens’s grip on Hamilton’s shoulder tightened and he tried to pull Hamilton closer. “It feels wonderful, your mouth feels wonderful, please keep doing that.”
Hamilton grinned at him, then did as he asked, taking Laurens in his mouth again. Laurens groaned from deep in his chest. Hamilton repeated his motions from before, bobbing his head on Laurens’s cock. Laurens started to mutter under his breath, a repeated string of ‘oh god, oh god,’ and it was possibly the most arousing thing Hamilton had ever heard.
Surrounded by the taste of Laurens on his tongue, the scent of Laurens all around him, firm muscles jerking under his hands as Hamilton pleasured him, Hamilton had never been harder. He’d no idea it could be so stimulating to perform an act that didn’t involve his own cock at all.
His movements on Laurens’s cock grew wilder, an involuntary reaction as Laurens responded so beautifully.
“Oh god,” Laurens said, louder. “I’m going to—I’m going to—” His cock swelled impossibly harder and hotter in Hamilton’s mouth. “Oh, Alexander.” His seed spilled in Hamilton’s mouth, dripping down Hamilton’s chin.
Hamilton scrambled to free his own cock. If he didn’t get a hand on himself immediately, he was going to explode. He only managed a handful of strokes before his climax took hold of him. He slumped down afterwards, laying his head against Laurens’s thigh, trying to catch his breath.
Laurens studied Hamilton’s face, his eyes heavy-lidded. His hand came down to cup Hamilton’s jaw, and he traced Hamilton’s lower lip with a thumb. “That was very informative,” he said.
Hamilton laughed, somewhat breathlessly. “Very,” he agreed. “And I may need a minute, if you still wish to continue the experiment.”
“Of course,” Laurens said, closing his eyes and arranging himself comfortably under the sprawl of Hamilton’s limbs. “Just a minute, and we’ll continue with the second part.”
His breathing deepened immediately. Hamilton was having trouble keeping his eyes open too. He sighed and gave in to the urge to rest.