Farmer Refuted
Rating: M
Pairing: King George III/Samuel Seabury
Trigger Warning(s): emotional abuse, physical abuse, attempted suicide, hints of sexual activites.
Modern AU/College AU
Summary: Samuel thought George loved him. He thought he wasn't used as a tool like George's past partners. He thought he meant so much more. He was wrong. He was being used, used badly and only bringing humiliation to himself. Charles warned him. He warned Samuel that he was only going to get hurt. Poor Sammy. Heart played and torn apart.
Chapter 1
The bed creaked and the headboard pounded against the wall. The room smelled heavily of lust and sweat, and the sounds of panting, moaning, and heavy breathing filled the air of the dorm room. Lips contacted each other roughly until they went lower onto the other's neck, roughly biting on the skin until blood was drawn. A gasp so lightly came from the smaller figure under the lean and larger one. The heated action began to die down, the loud moans ceasing to satisfied whimpers and heavy panting.
As the larger figure pulled out from the smaller one, he rolled off him and laid there. The smaller male, known as Samuel Seabury, cuddled up close to George Fredrick, his partner of only 2 months.
Samuel knew of George's past relationships with other people, and how each of them were only a tool. But when George took interest of Samuel, he assured the younger that he was so much more, so much better than those with previous relations with George. And this made Samuel feel special.
Charles Lee, who was Samuel's only friend, constantly warns him to be careful with George. "Sammy, I'm not saying you shouldn't be with him," Lee said, "I'm saying that he's a player and he'd break your heart at any time." Yet Samuel never took heed of Lee's warnings to be careful.
Both males laid naked on the bed, George's arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He had seem to be contemplating on speaking to himself, but then remembered the boy next to him. George held in a heavy sigh. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your next class?" He asked Samuel.
"I don't leave for another 30 minutes," Samuel said, "I have plenty of time."
George rolled his eyes and he sat up. "Get out."
The tone in George's voice was so demanding, so stern, it surprised Sam, who then sat up and looked at the taller male. "George….? What was that?"
"Oh don't be daft! You hear what I said, Seabury!" He snapped.
Samuel took this at heart. George never called him by his last name, it was always 'Sam,' 'Sammy,' or 'Sam-baby,' but never Seabury. Never his last name, especially with such vigor.
"Why are you still sitting there like you didn't hear me?" growled George. "I said leave"
"George I…" Samuel stammered, gripping onto the sheets of the bed. "Are you okay, George?"
George grabbed Samuel's wrist tightly and shook him harshly. "Do you not hear me?" he hissed into Samuel's ear. "I thought you were supposed to be smart!" Tears began to brim Samuel's eyes. "Don't give me those tears as if they'd change my mind!" George's grip on his wrists only tightened until he heard the boy let out a choked sob. "Listen, you get to class and you don't tell anyone about this." He took Samuel and threw him off the bed. He got out of bed, delivering a kick to Samuel's gut, receiving a pained cough from the smaller male. "You tell anyone what goes on in this room, your punishment will be much worse than this. Much worse. Some students say that I'm passive aggressive but when punishment is on the line, you'll regret your decision." George hissed, taking Samuel's hair into his hand. He pulled Samuel's face closer, planting a rough and bruising kiss to his lips. It wasn't passionate, it wasn't filled with love. The kiss was filled with pent up frustration. He pulled away and bit the skin under Samuel's earlobe.
Samuel let out a yelp in pain, feeling something warm begin to flow down. Blood. He heard George snap "Do you understand?!"to which Samuel nodded slightly, a broken sob escaping his lips. He felt the weight lifted off of him. "Now get up and leave."
He scrambled to his feet, fumbling around for his clothes and putting them on, before heading out the door with tears falling down.
Charles Lee sat bored in debate class, which started in 10 minutes. Yay me. He looked around the room, Alexander Hamilton sat at John Laurens's side as usual, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison sitting next to each other across the room from the other two. Knowing the look on Alexander's face, Charles just knows that Thomas said something to him earlier before class started. Typical he thought. Other occupants in the room included Aaron Burr, who sat away from Jefferson and Hamilton, Angelica Schuyler, who was actually the only female in their debate class. John Adams was also there, but he sat with no one seeing as though he was the only one of his friends that signed up for this class.
Lee scanned the room then saw the empty desk next to him. Strange. I thought I had a British man sitting next to me. Sammy, where are you? Charles thought. Usually, Samuel was always on time to debate class, even if he had spent a free period with George. It was unlike him to be tardy. Sure, there was 10 minutes…7 minutes until class started, but Samuel is always one of the first one's in class. Charles tried not to dig deep into the possible outcome of Samuel's tardiness.
It wasn't long until Samuel came into the room, eyes red and watery as he silently cried. A napkin was held to his ear, well under his ear, as he tried to dry up the blood from his problem with George. He ignored Jefferson's annoying demands to know where he was a took a seat next to Charles. Samuel desperately wiped his tears away with his shirt sleeve.
Lee leaned over to his friend. "Sammy? What happened? You're crying and…bleeding?" He asked was he saw a glimpse of red on the white paper towel. "George did this didn't he?" He asked, voice breaking into a stern tone, which made Samuel flinch.
"No….I'm fine, Charles" he said as he sniffled and wiped his tears once more. "It's nothing"
"Bullshit!" Charles snapped, having Jefferson, Hamilton, Madison, and Laurens's full attention. "He's been abusing you haven't you?"
"Charles, you're making a scene. Nothing happened, I'm fine, just drop it!" he hissed as he looked at the students looking to them. Hamilton looked just about ready to stand up and make more of a scene, probably talking about how Samuel is allowed to report George to authorities if abuse is being brought up. "Please Charles, I'm fine and I will always be fine." He whispered, but his voice cracked as he spoke.
Charles sat straighter as he leaned away from his friend. He let out a sigh. "We aren't done talking about this, Sam." He warned.
Samuel swallowed down a sob that threatened to escape his lips. He tried to fight more tears falling down his face but lost the battle. The tears fell onto his desk and Samuel tried his best to wipe the tears, his sleeve ending up soaked. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he took it out with a shaky hand. He opened up the message:
George 3: Don't forget to meet by the café.
George 3: And put yourself together. I don't want to be seen associating with someone who looks pathetic as you. That's not how I want to be labeled.
Samuel squeezed his eyes shut, allowing a tear or two to fall down before replying to George.
- Yes George.
George 3: Good. And remember what I told you.
George 3: Say anything that went on in the room, you'll regret every decision.
A cough, a sniffle and Samuel locked his phone, wiping his tears once more. He was doing a lot of tear wiping, he's surprise his entire sleeve wasn't drenched in the saltiness.
George 3: Do I make myself clear, Seabury?
-Of course, George. I understand.
Samuel bit his bottom lip. He hadn't notice that the class was going on as he was too busy thinking of all the things George could do to him should he say anything to anybody. It was at this point into his relationship with George that Samuel was having doubts.