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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Turn_(TV_2014), American_Revolution_RPF
  Relationship:
      Benjamin_Tallmadge/George_Washington, George_Washington/Nathan_Hale,
      Past/Implied_George_Washington/Lawrence_Washington
  Character:
      George_Washington, Benjamin_Tallmadge, Friedrich_Wilhelm_von_Steuben,
      Caleb_Brewster, Nathan_Hale, Lawrence_Washington_(1718-1752)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Punk, Birthdays, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse,
      Semi-Public_Sex, Feelings, Choking, Come_Eating, Anal_Sex, Implied/
      Referenced_Incest
  Series:
      Part 13 of Chicagoland
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-14 Words: 2184
****** You know what they call it? Bad luck. ******
by gross_batpanda
Summary
     "Decay is the natural order of things: trees overtake crumbling
     buildings, pretty boys lose their looks, and time beats on. George is
     the only thing that doesn't change, he set a routine twenty years ago
     and stuck to it faithfully, unperturbed by fads and trends and
     whatever recycled bullshit the scene got themselves worked up over."
      
     Birthdays, feelings, sex vacations, etc.
Notes
     Please heed the tags before reading.
See the end of the work for more notes
The cusp of eighteen is when they start getting mouthy and demanding. Tallmadge
is no exception. His whines are replaced with faster, slower, no I'm not ready
give me more prep, please let me get on top c’mon. The boy just about tried
George’s patience had it not been for the fact that George didn't have to exert
himself too much as Ben writhed and bounced on his cock with abandon.
His birthday is next week and George isn't done with him just yet.
 
###
 
Ben hung out with Caleb and Anna in her parents basement after he sat through
birthday dinner with his parents. They had given him shirts, socks, a nice new
pair of headphones, and said that they were proud of him, and his mother had
cried about how my little boy is all grown up and Ben had stared into his steak
and potatoes.
Anna had gotten him a few tapes, Caleb got him lotto tickets and a copy of
Playboy and a dime bag of weed.
They watched The Red Shoe Diarieswhile drinking cans of High Life and taking
hits off a joint and Ben idly flipped through the magazine. The centerfold
stared back at him, immaculately tanned and waxed. Ben held it up for Caleb’s
appreciation. “You know this isn't exactly my type, right?”
“Dude, I couldn't find Playgirl anywhere, gaywad.” Caleb playfully punched Ben
in the shoulder, and Ben punched back and they tussled until Anna told them to
knock it off because they were right in front of the TV.
Ben left early, and set his alarm so he'd be up to take the first Saturday
train into the city. George had told him he had a surprise for him.
 
###
 
Typically George would still be asleep this early on a Saturday, but he's made
plans. At the moment, he's got Ben pinned against his bay window, his  pale
figure on display for everyone on Armitage to admire.
He reaches around and pinches Ben’s nipple, and for once his groans don't piss
him off. “Yeah, you like that, you nasty little bitch, don't you?” George
strokes Ben in time with the thrust of his hips and it doesn't take too long
until Ben paints the window with his release. George follows quickly, fucking a
boneless and limp Ben until he shoots a tremendous load into his ass. Ben
immediately drops to his knees and licks up his mess while George deals with
the condom. Ben smiles when he's done and wraps his arms around George. “That
was a very nice surprise.” George pulls his arms off Ben--he's been getting too
clingy after a good fucking--and pinches his nipple again. “That wasn't the
surprise. Get dressed.”
George explains as they drive to the piercing shop, after he’d warmed Ben up
with a few shots of whiskey. A nipple piercing, provocative yet hidden is
perfect for Ben.That way, wherever Ben goes, he'll be marked, a bit of George
still lingering on his body.  Ben's  hands shake as he fills out the waiver,
darting nervous glances around the shop.
“Scared?”
“Just a little nervous”, Ben mumbles under his breath.
“Think of this as a rite of passage”. George leans in and murmurs in Ben’s ear
“It's a little something to remember me by.”  Ben practically swooned at that,
blushing and grinning.
He bit his lip and grimaced as the needle passed through his nipple, and his
sweet expression of pain made up for him holding George’s hand.
 
The barbell piercing looks gorgeous, but it's far too soon to play with it so
George settles for laying Ben on his bed and stroking him off. He gets on top,
caging Ben beneath him. “How does it feel baby?” “It hurts”, Ben whines, and
George strokes his cheek. “I know it hurts, but I know you like a little pain,
don't you princess.” George’s hand rests under Ben’s chin and he squeezes
gently. Ben’s cock jumps in his hand and George falls into a pattern of
squeezing Ben’s throat and releasing, careful not to leave any marks. He looks
gorgeous like this; flushed cheeks, his eyes screwed shut, off in his own
little world. Ben lifts his thigh to meet George’s cock, straining against his
jeans and George grinds against it.
Every time Ben groans or grasps for breath, it goes straight to George’s dick.
He gives Ben’s throat one more firm squeeze and growls “come on baby, come for
me. You've earned it”. Ben comes, keening loudly as he gasps for breath and
soaks George’s hand. Seeing Ben like this, sweating and flushed and thoroughly
used has too strong of an effect on George and a familiar sticky warmth floods
his jeans. Ben smiles, clearly pleased with the effect he's had on George, and
leans up for a kiss. He starts to shiver and fight back tears, and latches onto
George, his lanky limbs trapping him onto the bed. Please hold me, he begs, and
George stupidly indulges him because it's Ben’s birthday. George’s jeans and
boxers are uncomfortably sticky, and he needs to tear them off and clean up,
but Ben has fallen asleep and buried his head in George’s chest. He stares at
the ceiling, cursing himself for losing control. He hasn't creamed his jeans
since he was fifteen and sharing a secondhand twin bed with Lawrence in a
cramped tenement in Herman Gardens.
Ben stirs, mumbling something under his breath. “I think m’gonna go to school
out west. Oregon.”
“Mmm”, George grunts out. He's got to get out of these clothes and take a hot
shower. He smells like cum and Ben’s shampoo and the loft feels too cramped
with Ben sprawled out on the bed. Ben’s eyes slide open and looks up at George
with fawning adoration that makes his stomach churn. Ben kisses up and down his
neck until George yanks him away. “M’really gonna miss you George”, he sighs
sleepily, with far too much affection in his voice.
Fuck.
George bolted upright and pushed Ben off the bed.
 
###
 
The floor was cold. And hard. Ben had been in a cloud of pain, pleasure and
exhaustion, and had drifted asleep in George’s arms. There had been snuggles
and kisses and then Ben might’ve mumbled something as he slid in and out of
consciousness, and then he was on the floor. Something was wrong. Ben had done
something wrong. He tried to remember and fill in the blanks without asking
George--which would only piss him off further--when his jeans smacked him in
the face.
“Get up and get dressed”, George growled as he tossed Ben his clothes. He
fumbled with his jeans and his shoes and winced as his tshirt brushed against
the fresh piercing. George shoved him out the door without even saying goodbye.
Ben spent the train ride trying to figure out what he did to set him off,
replaying the day's events over and over again. He was still thinking about it
as he walked over to Caleb’s, and it finally dawned on him.
I'm gonna miss you.That's what he'd done. Ben was stupid. He'd been so
incredibly stupid and ungrateful when Washington had done so much for him. He
was already at Caleb’s and he rushed past him to the bathroom and retched in
the sink. Crying hurt too much, so Ben rinsed his mouth and tried to clean up.
Caleb knocked on the door, calling “Dude you okay in there?”. Ben nudged the
door open and let Caleb squeeze inside. “Yeah, I'm fine, s’allright” he lied
before lifting up his shirt. “Hey, check this out.”
“Holy shit dude, that's fucking awesome.”
###
 
George drives east, only stopping for gas. He had left Billy in charge of club
business, and had called Friedrich, who was more than happy to put him up. Of
course, you’re more than welcome here, my boys will be glad to take care of
you.
It's dark by the time he exits the highway, darker still because all the
traffic lights on Woodward are broken and blinking intermittently.  Von
Steuben’s place sticks out in a sea of decaying brick and boarded up windows.
There's an abandoned building on one side and an empty overgrown lot on the
other. Friedrich bought the place for cheap after he grew tired of Berlin and
was chased out of New York and Philadelphia for messing around with the
jailbait children of uptight lawyers.  Now he hosted pretty young runaways
looking to escape the monotony of suburban life. George had once asked how he
managed to stay under the radar, and Friedrich had chuckled. “Things have
changed since your youth, my dear. The police department can't even afford
cars. They leave me well enough alone.”
Von Steuben’s boys lounged idly in the living room. He lead George up the
stairs to a small guest bedroom. He'd included a few gifts on the nightstand: a
bottle of top-shelf vodka, a box of condoms, a tube of KY. George slumped on
the bed and took a swig of the vodka, exhausted from the drive and the bullshit
he'd fled in Chicago. A boy appeared in the door. He'd be decent-looking if not
for the tangled mess of matted dreadlocks on his head. He stared expectantly at
the bottle. “Hey, can I get some of that?”
 
###

Maybe it's the alcohol or George’s exhaustion from the drive that's keeping his
dick stupidly soft.The boy doesn't seem to notice or care as he kisses George,
content to rub against his leg all night. It's the stupid hair that's throwing
him off, so George sends him to the bathroom and finds a pair of clippers.
They idly chat as George cuts his hair. His name’s Nate,he's sixteen, from
Connecticut, learned about Friedrich’s place from the other guys he hopped
trains with. Probably some poor little rich kid pretending to slum it;
Friedrich had a soft spot for that type. Sooner or later his parents will bribe
him back home with some shiny new toy, and he’ll write about his faux bohemian
stint in his college essays. George finally cuts off the last dread. He looks
much better even when he's pouting in the mirror. It briefly reminds him of
Ben, so George focuses on how nice he’ll look with his mouth stretched around
his cock, and tells him to go clean himself up.
 
George waits for Nate to get out of the shower, and runs through all his
favorite fantasies in a vain attempt to get his dick to cooperate. He flashes
back to a hot night in his brother’s Roadrunner, a broad hand grasping the back
of his head and a familiar voice groaning oh shit kiddo you're a fucking
natural at this, yeah, right there, fuck this feels so good.Heat floods the
base of George’s spine, and his cock finally, mercifully stiffens up. He has no
time for shame or self-reflection because Nate’s leaning in the doorway, damp
and glistening. Better. Much better.
 
###
 
George works through the condoms in a few days. Nate takes his cock quite
nicely, without whining or crying, and George is all too eager to forget all
the bullshit in the world and spend his entire vacation in bed. But driving
around and doing a few errands will be a decent change of pace. He drives
around, past the demolished remnants of Herman Gardens, past familiar houses
and hangouts, now demolished, overtaken by wildlife, or turned into fast food
chain restaurants. Decay is the natural order of things: trees overtake
crumbling buildings, pretty boys lose their looks, and time beats on. George is
the only thing that doesn't change,  he set a routine twenty years ago and
stuck to it faithfully, unperturbed by fads and trends and whatever recycled
bullshit the scene got themselves worked up over.
He’s almost back at Friedrich’s when he sees the ambulance parked out front,
with Von Steuben getting interviewed by a cop. George drives past, and parks
around the corner and waits until the ambulance and cruisers drive off.
“Nate had dosed himself with something stronger than acid and had a very bad
trip”, Friedrich explains, shaking his head at the carnage. There's broken
glass and furniture and puddles of vomit. He offers to put George up in a
hotel, but there's no way he's gonna stick around. He packs up and speeds off
onto I-94, cursing under his breath. Everyone George touches turns to shit.
 
###
 
Ben needs to apologize, to tell George he knows he did something incredibly
stupid. He needs to do whatever it takes to make things right, and he'll do
anything George wants, no matter how nasty, dirty or painful. But Billy says
George is still traveling, no idea when he'll be back. He wishes Alex was here;
he's the only one who’d understand and know how to make it right. But Alex is
in New York, and unless Ben can convince him to visit during Spring Break…
His hand shakes as he dials the number Alex gave him, and prays he'll pick up
the phone.

End Notes
     Title is from a Lou Reed song.
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