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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Turn_(TV_2014), Hamilton_-_Miranda
  Relationship:
      Benjamin_Tallmadge/George_Washington
  Character:
      Benjamin_Tallmadge, George_Washington
  Additional Tags:
      Gross, Coming_In_Pants, Anal_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Grooming, Choking, Double
      the_Washington_Double_the_Fun
  Series:
      Part 9 of Chicagoland
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-10 Words: 1349
****** Watch out the world's behind you. ******
by gross_batpanda
Summary
     Punk au. Ben gets rekt in his Sunday best, plus special guest Cjack
     Washington playing one of Chicago's finest.
Notes
     Title is from "Sunday Morning" by the Velvet Underground.
See the end of the work for more notes
The relative freedom of the summer gives way to a more strict regimen in the
fall. Ben has college essays to write, SATS to study for, debate team,
homework, church. His encounters with George are less frequent, but they leave
him bitten, bruised, and sore. Ben will call him when his parents are at church
meetings and George will growl into the phone and tell him how to touch
himself.
He loves all of it, and hates how much he loves it, but at least it means
George is still interested in him and hasn't found someone else.
It doesn't happen frequently enough, so Ben settles for a few awkward,
pathetic, unsatisfying fumbles with one of the boys in the church choir, and
his own thoughts in his bedroom late at night.
October rolls around, and his college applications are mailed out, debate team
regionals are over, and he thinks he didn't do so badly on the SATs. He's got
more free time, and his parents don't even blink when he mentions wanting to go
into the city after church. Sure thing, be back before dinner, do you need
money for the train.
Sunday mornings are all the same. Ben beats off in the shower, three fingers
buried in his ass, brushes his teeth, puts on the outfit his mother lays out
the night before, eats hot breakfast, and makes it to church early to greet
parishioners.
He pays rapt attention, because if his mind wanders to drooling all over
George’s cock, or his fingers curling inside him, he's gonna have an
embarrassing problem in front of the whole congregation. When it’s over he
makes his usual round of handshakes and goodbyes, and then sprints to the
station. There's no time to change, so he's stuck with showing up at George’s
club in his Sunday best: wingtips, dress pants, button-down shirt, sweater
vest, necktie.
Billy lets him in and Ben wraps his coat tightly around him, hoping none of the
day drinkers at the bar notice how stupid he looks.
George is making notes in a yellow legal pad, and doesn't even look up until
Ben knocks against the doorframe of his basement office. He looks up, His eyes
are dark, as he slowly gives Ben the once-over. He licks his lips, and Ben
feels dizzy with shame. He was expecting George to bitch him out for his
outfit, like he did whenever Ben wore band shirts to shows or stared too long
at him in public. He wasn't expecting this.
George growls and Ben’s cock stiffens in his dress pants.
“Come here, Benjamin. Take off your coat.”
He let's his jacket fall to the ground and his legs somehow manage to move
forward until Ben is standing in front of the desk. George pulls his chair
back, his legs splayed wide apart. “Closer.”
He scrambles into George’s lap. His rough hands roam around Ben; stroking his
cheek, running them through his hair, sliding under his shirt and roaming down
his stomach. One hand palms his crotch, and Ben can't help but grind into it.
“How was church?”
“Fine, I guess.” George pulls away his hand. “Tell me about it, baby.”
Oh.
George replaced his hand and kept stroking Ben through his pants as he rambled
about the hymns, the prayers, the sermon.
“Th-the sermon was based off Hosea 1:2. Hosea marrying the prostitute Gomer as
the Lord commanded.” Ben gasped. The pressure was too much, too soon. George
snarled in his ear and Ben shuddered.
“C’mon, tell me more”
“Josea’s love for the unfaithful woman pales shit do that again in comparison
to God’s love for Israel and Christ’s love for His Church.” George sucked Ben’s
ear and he let out a wail. He was close, much too close., and Ben couldn't stop
rutting against George’s hand, even if he wanted to. “If-if Josea can love and
forgive his unfaithful wife oh fuck im gonna w-what makes us think God won't
forgive us of our sins after he sent His son to make the ultimate sacrifice on
our behalf? shitshitshitJESUSohhhfuck” Ben comes in hot pulses as he buries his
head into George’s neck, inhaling sweat and cigarette smoke. His pants and
underwear are all sticky. He feels--
“So fucking dirty, aren't you, sweetheart?” George’s grin makes Ben’s stomach
flip, he can feel his stiffness through his jeans, his hands are loosening his
tie and pulling at his sweater vest--
“Up on the desk, I'm not done with you yet.”
 
###

So this is what being a god must feel like. Total control over someone you can
do whatever you want with, while they babble your praises. Ben’s on his back,
knees almost at his ears, as George plows into him. He hadn't bothered with
pulling off his tighty whities and had simply ripped a hole in them.
Ben was rattling off bible verses and prayers. He gasped when George rested his
hand around his throat--no pressure, but Ben groaned at the hint of touch.
Maybe next time. He liked having his nipples played with, too. Might be worth
getting some clamps or clothespins.
Ben had stiffened up again, and he had stopped babbling after a particularly
hard thrust, and George stopped. “If you stop, I stop, whore.” George gives Ben
a slap, and he moans and starts reciting the Lord’s Prayer. George plows into
him, and strokes him through his ruined underwear. He's so far gone--they both
are, so George keeps driving home.
“And lead us not into temptation-fuck -but deliver us from evil, for th-thine
is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever-
ohgodohgodohmygodohmygodFUCK”
There's no way George can hold back after seeing the look on Ben’s face after
he nuts himself-again-all over his church clothes. He comes after a few more
thrusts, thoroughly spent, and carefully pulls out and knots the condom and
throws it in the trash. He yanks off Ben’s shredded underwear and tries to wipe
off the mess before tossing that in the wastebasket, too. It's a pity he keeps
the camera at home,  he'd love nothing more than to document Ben in this state,
sweaty, flushed, totally corrupted. Oh well. There's always next time.

###

Ben’s hands are shaking too much to handle the buttons on his shirt, so George
helps him. He straightens his tie, too, and tucks in his shirt, and retrieves
the vest and shoes from where they were hastily thrown aside. George leans in
for a kiss, more soft than the bruising ones earlier.
“Can you come around on Friday?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Don't touch yourself until then.”
Ben makes his way upstairs, Fortunately, his coat is long enough to cover the
unfortunate stain on his pants, and hopefully Ben can throw them in the wash as
soon as he gets home without his mother giving him too much trouble. It'll be
easy, some kid spilled his soda on my pants on the train home, they're already
in the wash. Ben’s too wrapped up in writing the script in his head, the one
where he's a responsible, virginal son, that he doesn't see the man in the
doorway of the club, and runs right into him.
Shit.
He's tall, muscular, heavy-browed, and wearing the uniform of the Chicago
Police Department. Ben freezes. He's been caught, they've been caught, it's all
over. He manages,to stammer “S-sorry, officer”, but the man only chuckles.
“You ought to watch where you're going, son.” The man--”G. Custis” on his
badge-- steps aside to let Ben exit.
It's a trap. It must be a trap. Ben waits around the corner, expecting to see
George hauled away in handcuffs, only to see the cop exit the club ten minutes
later, tucking an envelope into his jacket. Ben rushes off to catch the train,
in the opposite direction of the Crown Vic.
Monday morning he sees the same cop sitting in a Ford pickup truck as he
crosses the street to school. Ben gives a short wave and tries not to think too
much about the officer’s wide grin.






End Notes
     Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
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