It has taken Alexander interminably long to get everything that they need. He had to argue with the quartermaster, which he did with a sharp and lashing tongue -- was flagged down by someone else who needed orders, and he barely remembers what he said. When he gets back he can smell a hint of Burr's desperation through the door. Pushes in, already putting down the rations in his hands and kicking the door closed before he even sees --

He is brought up short. Burr is trembling and writhing, struggling against Laurens, struggling for more, Alexander immediately recognizes. Burr is wanton and fevered, sweating all over, naked, mewling, and wet, wet, so wet. When Alexander freezes it is in astonishment at it (the sounds that Burr makes, the pure and pleading sounds). Not, he is distantly surprised to find, possessiveness or anger. Why isn't he jealous?

Because there's nothing to be jealous of. He's here. They're all here. They're together. Laurens smells just as right as Burr does.

He sheds his clothes frantically, tearing and stumbling, and when he is on the bed it is to press Burr between them. He does not hesitate. His cock finds the soaked place between Burr's thighs and -- oh, Burr right away is spreading his legs and baring his neck for Alexander, is clinging to Laurens and weeping and coming close to presenting himself, as close as he can get.

Alexander finds his hands tangling with Laurens' on Burr's hips, holding him steady. There is nothing, nothing like this, the eager, rippling muscles in his mate, a cunt gone fever-hot and gripping Alexander the same way Burr clings to Laurens beneath him.

Alexander fucks him hard, just like he needs. Like they all need.