My Hamilton OTP's One-Shots {CLOSED}

Tattoos - Jamilton (Fluff/ Smuttish)

|TW: Slight NSFW at beginning. (I also got Jefferson's sign wrong but just go with it because I worked hard on this)|

|Thomas' POV|

I push Alexander into my apartment and quickly shut and lock the door. Alexander wraps his arms around my neck and I lift him up and carry him to my room. I sit him on my bed and he pulls me on top of him, connecting our lips.

I suck a hickey on his neck and he moans a bit. He tangles his hands in my hair as I make work at his neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks on his neck line. We have work tomorrow and it would be considered indecent if he goes in with hickeys all over his neck.

I start unbuckling his pants and he slips his hands under my shirt, trailing them over my abs. I start to palm him through his boxers and he bucks his hips up against mine. I sit up and take off my shirt.

I go back to kiss him, but he stops me by putting his hand on my stomach. "Wait- are those..?" He trails off and looks at my chest and arms. I glance down at them and look back at him. "What-? Never seen tattoos before?"

"I have but- you're the last person I'd expect to have a tattoo. Why do you have a crab on your arm-?"

"... it's my zodiac."

"You believe in Zodiacs?"

"Not really. I enjoy the concept and idea. I like to study astrology."

"That's interesting. So you're a Cancer?"

"Yeah."

"That's cool. I'm a Capricorn. Ooh-"

He points to the one on my chest. I huff and sit up. "Are we really about to do this-?" He smiles and sits up as well. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

I roll my eyes and sit on my legs. I point to the tattoo across my chest. "It's a dragon. I wanted it small so it didn't cover my entire chest so it's in the shape of a circle. Here are it's wings," I say. He nods and traces it.

I point to the one on my other arm. "These are the names of my siblings. Oldest to youngest. Jane, Mary, Elizabeth, Martha, Peter Field, Lucy, and the twins, Anna Scott and Randy," I say, pointing to each one.

He studies them individually before nodding once more. I pull my pants down just a bit to show my waist. I point to the small handle heart with the Eiffel Tower on one side of my waist. "This is my love for France, specifically Paris."

I point to the one on the other side of my waist, an identical handle heart except with the words 'Monticello' in cursive. "My love for my home in Monticello."

He smiles. "Home is where the heart is. It's nice that you have two homes," he mumbles. I look at him for a moment. "Actually- I've always felt put of place in Virginia. Down there, there is a lot of slander and shit against homosexuals. Me. And in France, well, I'll never be French. I can learn the language, study the culture, visit everything there is to see, but I'll always be out of place."

"Yeah cool okay what's this-"

"Now hold on just a moment. I see you trying to bounce off the question I was about to ask. I need you to be real with me if we're gonna do anything at all."

"Ugh- fine. I don't want to talk about my feelings with you of all people."

"Funny, you said that you didn't want to have sex with me of all people too, yet here we are."

He rolls his eyes and huffs. "It's just- I don't like talking about where I'm from. It brings back bad memories and I'm always in fear that I'll end up back there again. I've seen thousands of people die right in front of my eyes including my mother. My father left me and took my brother with him. I never got to meet my half brother, he died before I could. And I'm just scared all the time and certain things make it go away so I throw myself into my work, I drink, I have sex. Although, I'm always responsible with that last one. And it feels like if I meet someone I really like, they're gonna leave me. You're gonna leave me. And and-"

I cut him off with a hug. I feel his tears hit my chest and listen to his soft sniffles. I rub his back and whisper things to him to calm him down. After a few moments, he calms himself down. He nuzzles his face into my chest and smiles a bit.

"You're warm and comforting.."

"I know."

"That felt good. I haven't cried in a long time. Thank you, Thomas."

I smile and kiss his head. He takes his hair out of its ponytail and looks up at me. "I really like you. I love talking to you. Even if it's just some stupid argument. You make me feel safe."

I smile more and kiss him. He blushes a lot and kisses back. It was a soft and sweet kiss. Nothing but happiness and warmth. "I really like you too Alexander."

He glances at my collar bone. "What's that one say-?" He asks softly. I chuckle and point to it. "Jane. It's my mother's name. I would've put my father's but... fuck him. He never did anything except ridicule me and call me homophobic slurs."

"Awe that's sweet. The tattoo, not your daddy issues."

"Yeah. I have one more let me just-" I turn around and let him look at my back. "Woah... it's beautiful." He traces the feathered wings and I blush a bit. "They're a symbol for my love of birds. I'd love to be a bird. Wake up, spread my wings, and soar high and low. Each and every day."

"That's amazing. Being a bird sounds amazing. Which tattoo was your first?"

"Hm? Oh! I almost forgot about it."

I turn my head a bit and pull my ear down to show him. He looks at it confused.

"A & T... what's that mean?"

"I don't know. It just felt right. I was nineteen when I got it. I might've been high. I didn't want to get it removed so I kept it."

"Hm... maybe it could mean- Alexander and Thomas."

I chuckle. "Moving a little quickly now."

"Is that an issue?"

"No. Not with you."

I kiss his forehead and he hugs me. I hug him back and sigh. "So... you said you have one?"

"Dammit. I was hoping you'd forget. But yeah I do."

He pulls away from the hug and pulls down his pants. "Um- It's a lotus flower. I was in college and got really drunk with my friends."

I look at it. It covers most of his left thigh. "It's so pretty. Drunk Alexander makes okay choices."

"Drunk Alexander is an idiot."

He pulls his pants back and lays back on my bed. "C'mere," he says and pats the open spot next to him. I lay down and face him. "Is this okay?" I ask. He nods and I carefully wrap my arms around him.

"I hate you."

"And why's that, sugar?"

"You have abs. My stomach is just flat."

"If you want, you can do my work out routine with me."

"What's that?"

"Well, first I start off with a five mile-"

"Nope. I'll keep my flat stomach thank you very much."

I chuckle and kiss his head. "Let's just cuddle for a while. How's that sound, darlin'?" He blushes and nods. "Yeah. That sounds great."

That sounds wonderful.

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