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Alexander looked around the field for any sign of life, but to no avail. The sky was a little too blue to be natural, the sun shined too brightly to be ordinary and the grass had a weird plasticy texture that didn't feel real at all.
“Where am i?" he muttered under his breath as he walked forward but then takes a step back. He was dazed and didn’t know if it was fake or not. He sat down on the grass, not because he wanted to, but because he felt like something was controlling him. He looked down in between the grass to see feathers. Not those thick, sturdy feathers you’d find on geese or seagulls. But pearl white, small, tender feathers that look like they belong in a pillow advertisement. He grabbed a handful and clenched them in his hand. He didn't feel the sensation of clenching or the feathers.
He looked down again and saw a pit forming. Right underneath him. He didn’t wanna fall at all, not in this bottomless looking pit. He scrambled to the side as the hole got bigger and bigger. “no no no no no no no.” He whispered as he shakily stood up and ran but how faster he tried to escape, how faster the hole grew. Soon that hole’s edge was at his heels as he ran. “Fuck.. what is this shit??” he almost yelled before hitting an invisible wall. He tried to go past it as the hole neared but it seemed like he hit a barrier. He turned around to look at the hole, horrified. "It's gonna eat me whole.” Alexander said before letting himself fall into the pit.
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Eliza was getting worried, Alexander didn’t leave his office for hours and thought he drank too much. She knocked on the door. knock knock “Alexander, dear.. Are you alright?” She asked, worry laced in her tone.
no response
“Alexander?” She knocked again. She opened the door to find him nowhere to be seen.. “He must be in town.. I’ll let him grieve.” Eliza thought. She was about to sit on his chair, when Philip started crying. She immediately turned around. “Oh my days.. I forgot to preheat the milk.. He must be hungry.” She mumbles to herself while swiftly walking out the door to take care of baby Philip.
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Alexander woke up slowly. His vision blurred but he could hear people talking and walking. He sat up, processing what was going on.
Before he even realised anything, John immediately grabbed Alexander’s hand. “Alex! Are you alright?? How do you feel??” John asked worriedly. Alexander was still too dazed to even process who was grabbing his hand and asking him all these questions. “I’m.. fine i guess..” he stated. He looked around, it was dark and cold. There were beds neatly placed with a cubicle curtain in front of some of them. Then he finally comprehended that he was back in camp.. with John.
“How long was i out..?” Alexander asked weakly. John sighed and squeezed Alex’s hand. “3 days. We thought you were dead at first but then we heard you breathing and got you out of the casket..” John admitted, his cheeks reddening with embarrasment. “You wanted to bury me?” Alexander asked, a bit shocked. John nodded “Sorry Alex-” He was cut off by Hamilton, who said: “Without a kiss.? Disgraceful!" Alexander said with a fake pout. John turned redder, not from embarrassment from being flustered. “I did give you a kiss. I just didn’t mention it..!” John lied, crossing his arms. Alexander smirked and grabbed his arm, getting really close to John’s face. “I know you didn’t.. You can make up for it now.” Alexander cooed, Alex’ hand making his way up to John’s jabot and pulled him closer.
John turned practically crimson. “Of course I wanna make up for it.. I need to pay back my debt.” Alex’ and John’s lips crashed against each other. Alex gripped John’s shoulder as he felt all of his blood going south. John reluctantly pulled away and put the cubicle curtain around them so no one would see. John walked back to Alexander, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again. Alex gripped John’s shoulder as he felt all of his blood going south. John reluctantly pulled away and put the cubicle curtain around them so no one would see. John walked back to Alexander, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again. Alex bit John’s bottom lip before sliding his tongue in John’s mouth. At feeling Alex’ tongue, John let out a small groan and grabbed Alex’s hips tightly, His nails making tiny scratches on Alex’ hips but that only turned him on even more. Alex pulled John forward onto the bed, their chest touching as John started biting Alex’ neck. As soon as Alex felt John’s mouth on his neck he groaned before breathing out under his breath: “God..” when John heard that little groan, his cock started getting hard. You could say the same for Alex, the bulge in his pants was visible as well. “Jack- fuck.. please..” Alex pleaded, his voice sounded needier than at first.
John chuckled, his eyes darkening. He put his knee in between Alex’ thighs and started rubbing. “Please what? Use your words.” John cooed, coming closer to Alex’ face. “I.. i want you.. please, i need you..!” Alex begged, his voice needy and shaky. John smiled a wicked grin before unbuckling his pants. “If you want it so bad.. you’ll get it..” John muttered while playing with the buckle. When he almost got his pants off he heard footsteps nearing. Alexander laid normally in bed and John sat back down on the chair next to Alex while buttoning his pants up. Right when they pretended to talk the curtain swung open. It was General George Washington. George first acknowledged John and Alexander. He first turned to John: “Good evening, Lieutenant Colonel Laurens.” Washington greeted, a stoic expression on his face. Then the General turned to Alexander, who was still pretty weak. “Hamilton..” he said, his stoic expression turning more into worry. “How are you feeling, son?” Washington asked, putting a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Weaker than usual.. I hope i can get my strength back soon..” Alex replied. The General sighed and rubbed his shoulder before replying: “That's bad, son. You'll get it back soon. I promise you that.” Washington stood up and said his goodbyes before leaving from the cubicle curtain.
“That was close..”John muttered. There was a short silence that followed before Alex suggested: “continue?” John sat up straight and turned to Hamilton. “Continue..” He growled.