A/N: @sinners_readin

kg3 is referred to as frederick in this one and g wash is just george or washington

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"Washington, sir!" George looked up from his papers and sighed quietly. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes. "Yes?" Two people walked into the room, one dragging the other by the arm. The one being dragged was John Laurens. 

"Mr. Washington! Alexander is missing!"

George was shifting around in his chair when he heard this and immediately stopped. His eyes went wide. "Excuse me, what?" John looked around frantically. "Alexander's nowhere to be found in this house." George raised a brow slightly. "How do you know?"

"I, um, may or may not have been trying to sneak in through the window..." John mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "but he wasn't in his room! And I searched everywhere else, but he was no where!" his voice broke softly. His shoulders shook, causing his curly locks to bounce slightly. 

"Calm down," George said lowly, but really didn't mean anything by it. He himself was hyperventilating on the inside. Who could've taken Alexander? The boy in front of him had a hand on his chest as he tried to catch his breath. John reached into his pocket once he calmed down enough, grabbing a half sheet of paper.

"I found this on his bed. I haven't read it," he handed the paper to George. He slowly unfolded the paper, not sure what to expect. As he read the paper, George started to chuckle softly. "S-sir?"

"Of course, Frederick..." John shot George a look of confusion. George just chuckled again. "Come with me, son. We're going to get Alexander back." The boy's eyes lit up brightly. They both walked out with a flashlight since it was night. 

"So, you know where he is?" John asked finally, following George to the opening of a forest. George just nodded. "Where?" The man sighed as they started to walk through the trees and bushes. "He's in a somewhat big cabin somewhere in these woods... He's with George William Frederick III (I think that's the correct)."

John let out a sigh of relief. But panic was still running through George's system. 

So um the author doesn't know really what to write for this part so um yeah pretty much they find the cabin and burst in

"Alex!" John screeched as they ran in. George noticed Alexander tied to a little wooden railing against the wall. He looked disheveled, his hair was messy and his clothes were slightly ripped. But there was no blood from what George could tell. "Give me my fucking son back," he spat in Frederick's face angrily.

But George's face went slightly red from Frederick's choice of clothing. He had on a button-up type shirt but the first four buttons were undone, revealing his chest. He was wearing tight, black jeans and his blonde-white hair was a good looking mess (so pretty much joshua from the world ends with you). Frederick smirked at George and leaned over the wooden desk separating the two. 

"Alright," Frederick's eyes were half-lidded and there was a slight hint of mischief in them. "But you have to kiss me."

George's face turned very red as Frederick bit his lip slightly. John was preoccupied with Alexander, holding him and stroking his cheeks, whispering things into his ear. The man sighed. "Fine," he grabbed Frederick by the collar and smashed their lips together. Frederick smiled into the kiss, snaking his hand behind George's neck and deepening the kiss.

George, who had kept his eyes open, let them flutter close, pulling himself closer to Frederick to the point where he was almost sitting on the desk. The kiss continued on for a good minute, their lips in perfect sync, but Frederick pulled away before it got too heated. George let out a quiet whine. Frederick grinned and gave a fake pouty face.

Then he got close to George again, whispering, "how about you stop by again tomorrow and I give you a few hours of excitement in exchange of forgiveness, huh?" George grinned mischievously, nodding along. Frederick pulled himself away and stroked the man's cheek, then proceeded to walk to Alexander.

Both John and Alex looked up in slight fear, but Frederick oddly offered a kind smile. He pulled out a knife and Alexander gasped, but he just shushed him. "I'm going to let you go," Frederick said softly, cutting the ropes. Once Alexander was free, he immediately fell into John's arms tiredly. 

"Come on, you two." George called. John slowly made his way over to the exit, throwing an arm over Alexander's shoulder. As George went to leave, Frederick stood next to him and planted a kiss to his neck. 

"See you tomorrow." Frederick winked and walked away, swaying his hips slightly in the process. George left the house, flustered beyond all means.

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A/N: I know this wasn't that great but hey, I really tried

credits to @Aesthetic_Pistol for the idea

~T