#whamiltonweek

“Yeah?”, he hears his soon to be husband saying from inside.

“It´s me, can I come in?”

Alex is silent for a few moments, before he opens the door, giving him an unsure smile. He isn´t yet wearing his jacket and his tie is hanging loosely around his neck, but he still looks stunning.

“Did something happen? Is everything alright?”, Alex asks a bit worried, glancing past George into the hallway, as if he expects to see some sort of disaster lurking there.

“Everything is great. I just wanted to see you, make sure you are okay.”

Alexander´s eyes dart back to him and he gives him a bright smile.

“Everything is great. I´m so happy and so excited that I can barely handle it.”

George can´t help but smile back, reaching out to cup his fiancé´s face.

“Me too. I can´t wait to be able to officially call you my husband.”

Alex drops his eyes for a second, a soft blush spreading on his cheeks, and George can barely handle how much love he feels for him.

“Isn´t it like bad luck that we see each other before the actual marriage?”, Alex asks, but he pulls George into his dressing room, nonetheless.

George shrugs, leaning down to press a quick kiss onto Alexander´s lips.

“Does this feel like bad luck to you?”, he mumbles, and Alex shakes his head, grinning again.

“No, it absolutely doesn´t.”

He pulls George down to kiss him again, while manoeuvring him around the room. George just goes with it, completely lost in the kiss. He only opens his eyes when he feels his knees bumping into something, carefully sitting down on the chair, and pulling Alex into his lap. They part for the briefest moment, their foreheads pressed together, and their hot and rapid breath mingling, before George pulls him into a kiss again.

“Alex, baby, we really need to stop.”, George mumbles after some time, but still doesn´t make a move to let go of him.

“Hm? Do we really need to?”, Alex asks, pressing another kiss to George´s lips. “It´s our wedding after all, they can´t start without us, they will have to wait for us.”

George laughs softly at that, but still pushes Alex away insistently.

“We have time for that later.”, he says at Alexander´s whine, but silently agrees with the other man, that they should just keep doing that for the rest of the day.

Alex grumbles something, that George doesn´t understand and isn´t even sure he wants to understand, but finally gets off George´s lap. The older man stands up as well, gently fixing Alexander´s hair again, before he lets his hands drop to his shoulders. He takes the tie and he can feel his fiancé´s breath hitch a bit, and gives him a smile.

“You know I can do that myself?”, Alex asks, but doesn´t make a move to stop him.

“I know you can, but I like doing it for you and this is the last time I can tie it for you while I´m your fiancé.”

Alex laughs quietly at that, shaking his head.

“You are an idiot.”, he says fondly, leaning up to kiss George.

“I told you to stop that.”, George says with a laugh, taking a step back, while still holding onto the tie.

It takes him some fiddling, because Alex keeps squirming, before he manages to tie the cravat. After he is done, he takes a step back to see if it looks alright, before handing Alex his jacket. Alex slips into it and the sight almost takes his breath away. He feels himself tearing up a bit, even though he promised himself he wouldn´t cry on their big day, as unrealistic as it is.

“You look beautiful, Alexander.”, George whispers, his voice cracking a bit.

Alex gives him an almost shy smile and takes a step forward, lifting his hands to smooth out George´s jacket.

“Well, you are very handsome yourself. I´ve always liked my men in three-piece-suits.”

George laughs softly, leaning down to kiss Alexander´s head.

“I know. You´ve told me that on multiple occasions and that´s the reason I´m wearing it, my dear.”

Alex is about to say something as a response, when there´s a knock on the door. They both jump slightly in surprise, and Alex calls that they can come in.

“I was looking for you!”, John says, as soon as he opens the door. “You both should have been in the chapel like half an hour ago!”

He sounds a bit breathless and George thinks that Alexander´s expression looks almost guilty.

“Give us a second okay?”, Alex asks, and after a moment John nods with a sigh and closes the door again.

Alex turns back to George, smiling fondly up at him.

“You are the best husband anyone could ever wish for and you aren´t even my husband yet. God, I love you so much I can barely handle it.”

George is filled with so much love for the younger man that he is speechless for a moment, so he just pulls him against him, hugging him tightly to his chest.

“I love you so much. You have no idea how much I love you and I am the happiest man that I will be able to call you my husband soon.”

He hears Alex sniffling, before he lets out a laugh.

“Fuck you, you are making me cry and the wedding hasn´t even started yet.”, Alex complains, but there is only fondness in his voice.

“Payback´s a bitch, huh, honey?”, George gives back, which causes Alex to laugh even more.

“I absolutely can´t believe you´ve just said that. Especially on our wedding day.”

He leans back to look at George, giving him a bright smile, and then gets on his tiptoes to press one last kiss to his lips. Alex disentangles himself from him a moment later, stepping back and taking his hand.

“Ready, my husband?”, George asks, and Alex smiles up at him.

“I have never been readier in my life, my husband.”, he gives back.

They are about to start dancing again, when the door to the ballroom opens. Alex glances over his shoulder to see who it is and feels his heat skipping a beat, when he realised that it´s the king himself. His future husband. Max, his dancing teacher lets go of him almost immediately and takes a step back, making a low bow. Alex follows his lead too, bowing down a bit awkwardly.

“How´s he doing?”, King George asks with a smile.

“He still has a lot to learn, Your Majesty, but it´s only his second dancing lesson, I´m sure he will manage to be a passable dancer until the wedding.”, Max answers, and Alex can´t help but huff.

That´s definitely not what he´d told him today. Or yesterday.

“I´m sure he will be.”, the king says warmly, giving Alexander a smile.

Alex has to do his best not to drop his eyes and concentrates instead on giving his betrothed a shy smile.

“Why don´t you dance again? Pretend that I´m not even here.”, King George says, and Alex starts to feel even more nervous.

Max hesitates a moment, before he nods and signals his assistant to start the music again. Then he turns around to Alex and positions them for the dance. Alex can feel his heart fluttering nervously in his chest, afraid that he will make a mistake, like he has the last few times they have practised this dance. He is overthinking everything, which causes him to miss the start and stumble, his cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. He can basically feel the king´s eyes following his every movement, as well as the disapproving stare of Max. This only make matters worse and he constantly confuses the steps, tripping over his teacher´s feet more than once. Alex is glad when the dance ends, though he thinks he must look like a tomato, with how much he is blushing.

“Like I said, Your Majesty, there is still a lot for him to learn, but I´m sure we´ll manage until the wedding.”, Max says, and Alex can hear a hit of embarrassment in it.

The king nods and gives Alexander another smile, before his gaze shifts to the dancer.

“Could I have a moment alone with my fiancé?”

Alex feels his heart skipping a beat at the request and Max seems to be a bit taken by surprise too, but after a second, he nods and makes another low bow.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

He signals his assistant to follow him and they walk out of the door, leaving Alex and the king alone. This time, Alex can´t help but fidget, acutely aware that even though they will soon be married, they have never been alone before. For once in his life, Alex doesn´t know what to say, so he just stares at his soon to be husband, waiting for him to make the first move.

“There is no need to be nervous while dancing, it only makes it harder. Don´t think about what you are doing, just feel it.”, King George says, and Alex lets out a huff.

“It doesn´t work like that. I can´t just… not think.”

The older man smiles and reaches out his hand. Alexander just stares at it, before he hesitantly lifts his own hand and allows his fiancé to take it. He softly pulls Alex against him, resting his other hand on the smaller man´s waist, and Alex feels his breath hitch.

“Relax, Alex. It´s just me.”, he says quietly.

Alex lets out a nervous laugh, his heart still beating far too fast in his chest.

“Just you.”, he echoes, shaking his head. “You are literally the most powerful man in this kingdom and I… like I don´t even know how to address you, like do I say Your Majesty or My King or-“

“George.”, the older man interrupts his ramble. “You just call me George or whatever pet name you want to call me. Alex, love, I´m still the same man you wrote letters to this past year.”

Alex hesitates a moment, before he nods.

“I know.”, Alex says quietly. “It´s just, when I was writing you those letters, I could pretend that you are just some guy I´m in love with, but now all I see when I look at you is the king.”

He drops his eyes and George starts softly stroking his back, which causes him to let out a shuddering breath.

“Alex, if you don´t want that anymore-“, George starts, and instantly Alex looks back up.

“No. No, no, no. I want that. I still want you.”, he says firmly.

He wishes he knew what he is allowed to do, because he would really like to kiss him or at least hug him, but he doesn´t know how George would react.

“What can I do to make you feel better, then?”, the older man asks quietly.

Alex shrugs.

“I don´t know. It´s just…”, he stops, feeling completely unsure of himself.

George lets out a little sigh, gently tilting Alexander´s face up so that he is looking him in the eyes.

“Talk to me.”, he says softly.

“I… I just haven´t really seen you since I arrived and you are always so distant and I get it, but I feel like it has made things weird between us and I don´t know if I make any sense.”

Alex can see something like regret washing over his fiancé face.

“I´m sorry I made you feel that way. I just wanted to give you some space.”, he lets out a short laugh. “I really wanted to move you into my quarters as soon as you arrived here, but I didn´t want you to feel pressured. I just should have asked you, what you wanted, but I was honestly a bit anxious about it.”

After hearing that, Alex feels strangely light and happy and he can´t help but smile up at his fiancé.

“I was hoping for that too, to be honest.”

George smiles back at him and slowly leans down and Alexander´s heart starts beating faster as he realises what he is about to do.

“Is that okay?”, George asks, when he is only a few centimetres away.

Instead of an answer, Alex leans in, finally connecting their lips. It feels even better than he had always imagined, even though it´s over way too soon.

“I will have your belongings brought to my quarters immediately, alright?”, George asks, and Alex nods enthusiastically.

“Yes. I would love that.”

George gives him another peck on the lips, before he takes a step back.

“I´ll let you get back to dancing. You still have a lot to learn.”

He walks towards the door and then turns around one last time to say: “Remember, don´t think.”