"Oh," Burr says. Oh. That makes sense. It makes so much sense. He can feel it now, the hot warmth between his legs, the begining of slick. And he can feel the heat in his face, and the way his mouth has gone dry, and when he stands he is unsteady on his feet.

Burning not just from heat, but embarrassment too. He avoids Washington's gaze, as he moves to leave the room. But when he passes close to Hamilton he wobbles a bit. Sweating, just a little, and Hamilton smells so good. Maybe he can take him in the little entry hall. Maybe they don't need to wait to get back to the cabin, maybe--

A deep breath. He waits until the door is closed, before he pushes Hamilton back against the wall and sets himself on him, biting lips and scrabbling at clothing and thrusting his pelvis against a leg.