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Aaron Burr is having a great night.
It started with drinks after work. Tough day, hard case, long day at court, all of that. “Hey Burr, wanna go out for drinks?” and Burr had said yes. He looks around the room as he sips a little bit of his mojito, eyeing the people around him. Jefferson, who had taken him out for drinks in the first place, had already somehow downed 4 drinks and was now laughing loudly as Madison tried to hold him up.
Aaron himself has only had a few sips of his first drink. He wants to let loose tonight, but there really is no fun in doing so all one…
Across the bar, the 30-year-old’s eyes land on a familiar figure that he has seen running his mouth who is now taking off his coat and hanging it on a rack. There are three other people with him, his friends, Burr knows who they are but he really doesn’t care, not when Alexander is…
Well, he’s not really doing anything is he? But Aaron can’t take his eyes off him, even when he’s doing something as bland as walking up to the bar. The bar at which Burr is sitting and ogling at him.
“What’s up, Burr?” Oh. Alexander Hamilton is sitting on the bar stool beside him. Alexander Hamilton who he had spent all day with yesterday in court, dissecting each others’ evidence and theories. This week had been easy despite the long hours for mostly one reason: he got to spend time with Hamilton.
The man is fine, okay? He’s nice to look at, and Aaron thinks he should be allowed to admire that. One should find the simple pleasures in life, you know?
Maybe Burr should answer the man beside him…
“Uh…” he shrugs, playing it cool, “Nothin’. How about you?”
“Had a tough day, John invited me here but…” Alexander raises his eyebrow at something over Aaron’s shoulder, “He seems to be otherwise occupied.”
Sure enough, John Laurens was currently being seduced by some blue-haired person. Damn. Aaron turns back to Alexander, who is now ordering a drink for himself from the bar.
Now, Aaron has no idea what made him do it. Maybe it was the kind of YOLO-mindset that comes along sometimes. Maybe it was the goal of “letting loose” that had made him truly, deeply want to let loose. Either way, Aaron Burr is now downing what’s left of his drink. He wants to be all smooth and put his hand over Alexander’s, say save it, I’ll pay for you and maybe punctuate the sentence with a wink. What actually happens is–
“Burr, are you okay?”
“I– ahem. I’m- I just- ahough-” Burr gets a piece of ice stuck in his throat.
Finally when the ice melts a bit and leaves the man in peace, Burr is able to breathe. His mind still hasn’t given up the main objective, though.
Now, let’s pause for a second. Any other person in their right mind would have put a pause to their goal, chill out for a while to recover, then maybe try seducing their coworker. Notice the other, because that is certainly not what Burr is doing.
In his hoarse voice while Alexander is still patting his back in an attempt to sooth him, the lawyer coughs out, “Don’t worry about it, I can pay for- cough- your drink.”
Alexander is taken aback, it’s extremely visible both on his face and in the way he physically takes his hand back from Aaron’s back.
“Oh. Uh, that’s really thoughtful of you, Burr.”
Burr looks up to see Alexander’s face, and really wishes he were better at reading faces. He guesses that it’s a mix between confusion and… yeah, no, it’s just confusion.
One-drink-Aaron, who might be slightly under the influence of the sexual and primal instincts awakened in him from the way Alexander is looking at him, thinks: What do you do when you want to clear up confusion? Well, you explain the situation!
“I want to have sex with you.”
Awkward, yes, but clearly effective as Aaron Burr is currently pressed up against Alexander Hamilton’s door and having his soul extracted from his body, courtesy of the latter’s extremely skillful kissing.
“God, Alexander…”
“Bedroom?”
Aaron nods, and they’re on their way there in a flurry of undressing until–
Aaron’s eye catches onto a bulletin board of… newspapers? It’s dark in the apartment, and hard to focus with the way his coworker is nipping at his neck, but they all seem to have something to do with Bin Laden. Huh.
Alexander has caught on Burr’s sudden pause, looking up at him.
“You, uh… you like Bin Laden, huh?”
“Oh,” the slightly older man chuckles, “I’m just really interested in his case, I just really find it fascinating.”
Huh. Well, it’s still a pretty fresh topic, so it’s understandable that Alex’s politically interested mind is still invested in it. Burr shrugs, goes back to the more pressing, urgent and appealing matter at hand.
Laid out completely naked on Hamilton’s bed, Aaron wouldn't rather be anywhere else. Hands are pinning down his arms, lips are leaving a wet trail from his mouth, now down to his torso…
“Um, Burr?” Alexander stopped the very nice path he was taking down his body, and Aaron had to roll his eyes.
“Please, Alexander, don’t call me by my last name when our tongues were intertwined literally 10 seconds ago.” It’s not like they weren’t already on first-name basis. Having it during sex felt weird to Aaron.
“Okay, Aaron, I have a little… request.” Okay. Everyone has their little kinks, and Aaron would be lying if he said that he hasn’t seen his fair share. He doesn’t think that this will shock him or anything.
“Go on…” Also, he's incredibly eager to get to the actual sex part of the night.
“Would you be into roleplay?” Oh! That wasn’t bad at all! In fact, it’s good! Aaron has enjoyed roleplay in the past, so why not?
“Sure, yeah!”
“Cool.” Alexander smiles and gets up from his position on top of Aaron. He walks over to a closet, and Aaron takes the opportunity to close his eyes for a second and completely let loose, mentally as well. No more thinking of politics or– Wait, what the hell? Is that…
“Alexander, is that–”
“Shhh.” Alexander climbs back on top of Aaron, but now with a white robe and a fake beard.
What the fuck.
Alexander’s mouth by his ear: “Fuck me like we fucked Bin Laden.”
WHAT.
Burr is trying to keep level-headed. Even though the confusion and bewilderment watered down the mood a little, he would be lying if he said that Alexander’s hand groping him wasn’t the slightest bit distracting.
“Pardon me?”
“Do me like that. Like the US government fucked Osama Bin Laden.”
Aaron genuinely has no idea what to do, what to say. He opens his mouth a couple of times, eyebrows knitting together in puzzlement, but no words come out.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry… If you want to go home now, it’s fine. I just–”
Y’know what? Screw it. Burr wants to sleep with Hamilton, and while this is something that has never ever happened to him before, he thinks he can handle it. He doesn’t want it to be awkward at work, either.
“No, not at all, it’s just that your request is so… irregular.”
“Right, yeah, I’ve gotten that.”
So he’s done this with other people? It sounds like he gets rejected every time or something. Aaron admires the dedication, he must really want to do this roleplay.
“Well, let’s do it then!”
That seems to perk Hamilton up, because he smiles and continues kissing Burr. With the beard still on. He breaks off, and out of nowhere the man pulls out a whole ass turban.
Aaron doesn’t question it, because he’s sure that it would just make it more complicated.
The kissing continues, and they both get a little more handsy (Burr has to do his best to ignore the robe between them). Hamilton breaks off yet again to say, “Invade my cave with your special unit.”
… Huh?
“He wasn’t in a cave–” But there is no stopping. The man on top cuts him off with a kiss, “shush,” and starts jerking Burr off. Now he really couldn’t complain. Alexander’s hands were skilled. He returns the favour by touching Alexander through the tunic, and soon they’re both moaning messes.
The younger man is ready to… how did Alex put it? Invade his cave with his special unit.
“Well, you can’t just go in! Bin Laden wants to be safe, you gotta follow procedure!”
Burr plays along. He has literally nothing to lose.
That’s how he’s on the floor, wearing some kind of go-pro and creeping around like soldiers do. After some negotiations and other talking (“You’re harbouring a fugitive, and my justice will be punitive”, “I can give you my hostage”, etc.) Aaron had finally been able to say “Go, go!” as if he actually had troops to lead and slip inside of Hamilton. It only took about half an hour of foreplay to get there, but Burr had to admit it was kind of fun to play along. He still doesn’t see the appeal, but it was worth it. He even got a little lost in it– he remembers improvising some crazy shit, he’s pretty sure he said “SEAL team 69, sexecuting the hit” at some point. Damn.
“Thanks for indulging me, Aaron.”
“The pleasure was mine.” The dark-haired man says as he puts his clothes back on. Alexander is still wearing the tunic.
All of sudden Burr’s phone starts ringing.
“Hello?”
“Congratulations, Aaron!” Washington?
“Mr. President, to what do I owe this honour?”
“Come give me the deets in the white house garden. I got’s to know how you fucked him like we fucked Bin Laden!”
Fin.