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No one could really remember how the game of hide and seek had started. The group of five had ventured outside early on during the ball just to “get some air” and catch the last, fleeting rays of sunlight on their little walk around the property.
There had been some roughhousing; there always was. Hamilton and Burr had gotten into a brief debate over which everyone had forgotten the subject by now. Seeing as Hamilton had started it (he always started it), Laurens had teased him, and the two had gotten into a little tussle, akin to the play-fighting of young boys, halting the group’s walk entirely. Lafayette had laughed at them; Hercules had egged them on. Burr, already shivering in his coats, had urged them to wrap it up so they could head back inside.
Now they were five rounds deep into the most intense game of hide and seek Burr had ever played.
It wasn’t…exactly his fault. He’d found himself the crowned undefeated hider after round three, and everyone was determined not to let him be found last. Only then would this madness end. Clearly, the feat had not been accomplished. They were still playing.
This round, Burr sought shelter in the stables, further back in the property. Mostly because he thought it would be a fairly obvious spot, so someone could find him already and get this over with. But also because he thought the structure might provide some warmth.
It did not.
Burr sat back against the wooden wall opposite the handful of horses, retired to their stalls for the evening, whinnying in interest at the new guest. He prayed the seeker…and who was it this round? Lafayette. Burr prayed he would hear them.
The weak, fleeting sunlight barely pressed through the cracks in the doors and walls, leaving the stables mostly dark. Very cold.
Burr blew into his gloved hands and rubbed them together. Maybe he could sleep the round off. Yes, a nap didn’t sound so bad. He brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in his arms to make himself as small—and warm—as possible. He probably needed it anyway, a little energy right before the party really kicked off. A little more time to savor the quietness, and being alone, and…
“Burr! Burr, is that you?”
He slowly lifted his head at the sound of his own name, eyes burning with interrupted sleep. His heart raced for a moment, thinking he’d been found, that this hellish game of hide and seek was finally over. But the man approaching walked with an excited stumble in his step, and his voice held not a hint of a French accent.
“Good, looks like I found you before he did.”
Hamilton.
“Alexander?” Burr questioned, half to confirm, half to question why on Earth he was in his hiding spot.
“Yes, yes,” Alex confirmed. His words were rushed, a bit shaky and breathy, as though he’d sprinted through the snow to get here. “You don’t mind if I join, do you?”
“I-”
“Thanks.” Alex sat beside him with a huff. “I’ve had to change spots about a dozen times. I’m so bad at this.”
This was only one of two rounds Hamilton had been a hider if Burr wasn’t mistaken. While he held the title of undefeated hider, the former held the title of undefeated seeker. In fact, Alexander was the one who’d declared the game wouldn’t end until Burr wasn’t last discovered.
Burr hugged himself tighter when he remembered, less than thrilled to have Alex here now.
“Are you sure you should stay?” Burr asked. “If he finds us together, he may count it as a tie and therefore invalid under the…current conditions.”
“I wouldn’t worry.” Alex waved him off. “I can call off the challenge anytime.”
“Can you call it off now?”
Burr couldn’t see him, but he sure as hell heard the smug little smirk in Alex’s voice when he answered, “Not a chance.”
How thrilled he was to have him here.
Burr soon lost count of how long he and Alex had been hiding together, shivering as they spoke here and there, hugging themselves to keep warm. It was torturous. He felt chills in his very soul, lifting gloved, half numb fingers to his runny nose. He was about to reach his limit.
"It's been so long, I'm convinced he's not even looking for us," Burr declared through chattering teeth. "Keeping us on our toes for his own amusement. I won't stand for it!"
"Try to have faith, Burr," Alex encouraged. "If I know one thing about Lafayette, it's that he never backs down from a challenge. He can't; he's too stubborn."
"Well I can and I will," Burr bit. "This is absurd!"
"You'll stay right here."
"Hell if I will." Burr couldn't speak for a moment, his entire body shivering so hard it hurt. "I am this close to quitting."
He couldn't understand why Alexander was so adamant about this. Surely he was cold as well. No, Burr knew he was cold. Hell, Alex's teeth were chattering louder than his.
Either way, his friend went quiet for a moment. For one merciful moment, Burr thought Alex had finally accepted this whole thing for what it was. Preposterous. Ludicrous.
He should've known better.
Alexander was moving. Burr could hear the scraping of fabric on the dusty stable floor as he inched closer and closer until their bodies were touching. Burr only really registered the change when he felt Alex wrapping his arms around him. It got more of a reaction out of him than he'd like to admit.
"What are you doing?" Burr demanded, heart picking up a beat as Alex rested his chin on his shoulder.
"Making the hiding a little easier," Alexander answered, still adjusting himself.
"How, pray tell, does this make it easier?"
"You're freezing." Alex's voice was gentle, his breath alluringly warm. Burr shivered. "I would offer you one of my coats, but I can barely feel my arms right now, so I figured I was the next best thing."
He was.
For embarrassed as Burr was to be in such a position, cuddling like this with another man, (and Alexander at that), he couldn't pull away. Alex's body heat was just as good as another layer of fabric. No, it was better. Burr, face warming in the new position, found himself instinctively curling into Alex, craving more of his warmth, hugging him as tightly as he'd been hugging himself a few moments ago.
His anxious mind, curse it, immediately had him fretting over one of their friends bursting in at the worst possible time, finding them in this position. It would be humiliating; he'd never live it down.
But right now, his shivering body gave into Alexander's warm embrace, relaxed into those surprisingly strong arms. Burr eased his eyes closed as he let it happen, trading dignity for survival as he buried his face in Alex's hair.
"Don't quit," Alex pleaded. "I'll keep you warm."
Burr was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to thank Alexander for his offer, or keep fighting to forfeit the game. So he just said, "Alright."
They stayed that way for a while, holding each other, taking advantage of each other's warmth. The two slowly grew closer every few adjustments, and eventually, their legs were intertwined, one of Alex's between Burr's. It would be fine…if he didn't move around so much.
Just like the rest of him, Alex's thigh was comfortingly warm, and pressing right up against Burr's crotch. He hadn't even noticed it at first, nor had his body. But for some reason, Alex could not sit still.
Every time he readjusted, his warm, warm thigh brushed up against Burr's nether regions, and the unintentional stimulant was…well…stimulating.
It was too late by the time Burr felt himself growing hard in his trousers, too late to tell Alexander to quit that, to stop moving so damn much. Because every time he tried, the words got more difficult to push past his cold, cold lips. He was gulping every time Alex moved, anxiously anticipating the next, more of that unintentional stimulant.
A mix of guilt, embarrassment, and desire had Burr's cheeks burning, kept him silent. Guilt for not telling Alex to stop, taking advantage of his oblivious companion, embarrassment that he was enjoying this, and desire in the way he had to resist the urge to rock his hips up against Alexander's thigh.
He didn't know what was more torturous anymore. Being cold and alone, or this. He only hoped they would be found soon.
"Burr." Alex's voice made Burr freeze, heart pounding as he tried to remain calm.
Burr cleared his throat. "Alexander."
"If I'm not mistaken," Alex began after a moment, "that's your erection pressing against my thigh, is it not?"
He knew. Shit, he knew.
"You'll have to forgive me," Burr said, voice shaky, "I'm…not sure I follow."
Alexander withdrew his leg from between Burr's and relief quelled his racing heart for a split second. Then Alex grabbed his crotch and Burr nearly jumped out of his skin.
"This thing," Alex clarified. "Was it not pressing against my thigh?"
Burr sputtered. "Are you crazy?"
"Are you aroused?"
"What do you care?"
"I'm just flattered, that's all."
"Don't be ridiculous," Burr said. "A thigh is a thigh, and it's warm, and against me, and I can't control how my body reacts to that."
"Then would you also agree a hand is a hand?" Alex asked.
Burr didn't like that question. Not one bit.
"What are you suggesting?" Burr demanded.
"Let me help you," Alex proposed.
"Help me with what?"
"This." Alex squeezed at Burr's bulge, and the latter gave an involuntary squirm. "We have nothing better to do. I don't think they'll find us anytime soon."
Burr hated how he was being so nonchalant about this, so sure of committing such an act in such a place at such a time, seemingly no care of being caught. Everything in Burr's mind was telling him to say no, not to go along with Alexander's irresponsibility. But his body…well, that was a different story.
"It's too risky," Burr argued.
"But that makes it all the more thrilling, wouldn't you agree?" Alex was palming him through his pants now—firm, intentional. Burr's cock throbbed against the tight fabric.
It wasn't like the thought hadn't crossed his mind before. He had a type: reserved, mature, intelligent. Man or woman, it didn't matter. If they were a challenge, their psyche like a locked box a master of keys couldn't even crack, Burr was interested. He kept away from his friends, mostly because none of them satisfied the full criteria. Plus, things were easier with such a boundary in place.
Alexander was the opposite of reserved, and maturity wasn't the first word that came to mind when Burr heard him speak in that restless, impatient voice. But he was intelligent, there was no denying that. And definitely…challenging.
Yet, he'd stuck in Burr's mind from their first meeting, and before he knew it, he'd found himself growing fond of him. Annoyed but excited whenever they would butt heads, daring to wonder how those lips that moved faster than his mind might feel on his skin.
And now it was happening. His chance to scratch that painfully curious itch.
At the most inconvenient of times.
Burr's body would not wait for convenience. His blood was pulsing now, his pants were tightening now. Alex was touching him now.
God help him.
Burr bit his lip. "At the faintest sound of footsteps, we stop immediately. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Alex said, a smirk in his voice.
Burr gulped. This man was going to be the death of him.
Alex didn't waste time shedding his gloves and unbuttoning Burr's trousers, freeing his hard cock from the tight fabric. The former blew into and rubbed his bare hands together before spitting into his palm and taking Burr in his lukewarm grasp, sparing his needy shaft a few gentle strokes.
Burr laid his head back against the wall, a low groan spilling from his throat. He gently jerked his hips up into Alex's grip, whimpering as his friend kept on. Burr blushed, ashamed at his predicament. They'd just started and he was already moaning like a virgin, rolling his hips into Alexander's teasing touch. He didn't know if it was solely the warmth or the thrill of it all that made it feel as good as it did, but Alex's hand already felt like magic, and Burr could do little to restrain himself.
Alex's other hand found the back of his neck. Burr looked at him, what little of his face he could see in the poor lighting.
"Shh," Alexander whispered against his lips—his warm breath making Burr shiver—before he kissed him.
It didn't come as a shock, the feeling of Alex's lips against his own. It was the warmth of his mouth that had Burr whimpering into the kiss, eagerly reciprocating. Alexander was quick to deepen the kiss, forceful, sloppy, and Burr could hardly breathe. His lips matched the rhythm of his hand, Alex working Burr too quick, his grip too tight.
Burr moaned, his cock twitching in Alex's grasp, his companion already beginning to kiss him harder. It felt good, the pleasure dizzying. But it was too much too soon. He would never last like this.
Burr pulled back from the kiss, leaving them both panting lightly, relieved when Alex's hand stilled as he looked him over.
"Slowly," Burr instructed in a low voice. Alex nodded and went back in for another kiss. It was slow at first, more gentle, casual, but Alex grew impatient and licked his tongue into Burr's mouth, who quickly pulled back again. "Slower than that."
"You act like we have all the time in the world," Alexander complained, running cold fingertips up the sensitive skin of Burr's cock. The latter shivered, but managed a smile.
"We don't," Burr acknowledged. "But we oughta make the most of it."
Alex shook his head and pulled Burr in again.
Patience wasn't a word in Alex's dictionary, which is why it surprised Burr so when he demonstrated such in the way he kissed and touched him, savoring Burr's lips and body, not allowing himself once to fall out of rhythm. He kept up his steady pace of tender kisses and meager tongue, a gentle pattern on Burr's cock that had him rolling his hips every so often, groaning into Alex's mouth.
Burr had long shed his gloves to curl his fingers in Alexander's hair, thumb at the skin of his face and neck. But now one of them trailed down his torso and grabbed at the obvious bulge in his pants. Alex whimpered as Burr pulled away from the kiss and freed his hard cock. Then, leaned over to spit on his target and give it a few light strokes. Alex cursed under his breath.
They kissed each other again, slowly working back up to the frantic pace Alex had tried earlier. It was full of raw desire, their breaths warming each other's faces, their lips moving in tandem. And their hands… Alex jerked Burr off like he was picking a lock, long and short strokes, alternating his pace, focusing on the tip, thumbing at his slit every now and then, figuring out what made him tick.
Burr moaned, jerking his hips up into Alex's grasp, trying to do the same for him, gauging every little whimper and whine, every time Alex throbbed in his hand.
They were brilliant little sounds, only had Burr's heart beating faster, his breath burning, tightening his grip. Alex moaned again, and it was nearly over for Burr right then and there.
Alex pulled back from the kiss, leaving both men panting, before tilting his head to kiss and suck at Burr's neck.
He couldn't help it as a whimper fell past his lips, Alex searching for that spot that would make him squirm and cry out, his warm mouth roaming over every inch of Burr's cold skin.
"Lower," Burr instructed. Alex did as he was told, and Burr moaned when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the base of his neck. "Right there…"
Alex abused the spot as he and Burr continued rubbing each other hastily. A string of moans fell from Burr's mouth as he humped Alex's hand, writhing under his touch, his body growing overwhelmingly close to orgasm. Alexander groaned against his skin. Burr eased his head back.
Alex was throbbing in his grasp and Burr was moaning his name, their cocks leaking precum, the slick sounds of their affair accompanying their whines of pleasure. The sensation was heady, pure heat coiling through Burr's body, his cheeks burning so bad it stung. Burr cursed as he rolled his hips. He was damn close and he was going to let the world know.
"Alexander," Burr moaned.
"Burr." Alex's voice was deliciously husky. Burr throbbed.
"I'm close," Burr breathed. "I'm so close."
"I think I'm closer," Alex panted.
Burr sincerely doubted that. Either way, they went on, the two men jerking each other off like they were in competition to see who could get the other off the fastest.
And well, Alex won.
Burr cried out as his orgasm ripped through him, a series of indecent sounds falling from his lips, his eyes rolling back. His cock pulsed with spurt after spurt of his cum, Alex rubbing him through it all, lewd sounds coming from his unrelenting grip as Burr's own fluids—spilling down his shaft—were messily mixed in.
"Burr," Alex whined, sounding as though he were almost there himself. "God- Burr! Oh, fuck me!"
Alexander came undone in Burr's hand, moaning into his neck, rolling his hips into his grasp. While his pace slowed, Burr kept his up, determined to tug every moan and whine out of him. Alex breathlessly chanted his name until he couldn't, until his breath caught in his throat, sensitivity seizing him. Burr mercifully unhanded him, and the two slumped against each other, panting harshly.
They sat against the wall, leaning on each other for support, too exhausted to tuck their dicks back in their pants, or move, or talk. So they only sat for one serene moment, catching up with their breaths, sticky with sweat and their own spend.
Then Alex reached down, Burr flinching when his fingers brushed his sensitive cock, scooped the cum off and brought his fingers to his mouth.
Burr watched as Alex licked his fingers clean, not once breaking eye contact. And when Alex was done, he licked his lips.
Burr was disturbed at how much the sight turned him on.
"You're disgusting," Burr said weakly.
Alex only gave him a little smile. "That was fun. We should do it again sometime."
Then he kissed him. Burr melted into it.
That's when the stable doors swung open.
Alex and Burr looked up at the loud creak, terrified to find their friends looming over them. They rushed to cover themselves up.
"Well, well, well," Lafayette began, approaching them smugly. "What do we have here?"
"So this is where you ran off to." Laurens grinned.
"If you wanted some alone time, you could've just asked," Hercules laughed.
"Fellas," Burr began nervously, still fiddling with the button on his pants. "It's- it's not what it looks like."
"See," Alexander rushed to explain, "it all started when I crashed his hiding spot, and it got too cold for how long we were waiting and I-"
To Burr's shock, Lafayette reached over and pulled Hercules into a quick kiss. The man looked shocked, but not upset, his smile returning as he closed his eyes. When the two pulled away, Lafayette nearly laughed at his friends' wide-eyed expressions.
"No need to worry," he said, "your secret is safe with us."
Alexander and Burr looked at each other and broke out into relieved laughter.