Hamilton Oneshots

PHILIP, YES // Hamlee

( domestic au , directly after the last one )

Alexander groaned, something was moving and his head was pounding. He leaned over to check his clock. 4:56 am, way too fucking early for anyone to get up. He tried his best to cling whoever was right there.

"I told you not to complain when I got up at 5 in the morning," Charles said, his voice a little deeper than usual. Alexander flushed as he sat up with a groan. Charles smiled a little, used to being up early. He had on a pair of glasses and a sleeveless hoodie. Alexander never seen Charles in glasses, or this close without sleeves.

"I didn't know you had glasses," Alexander said, holding his head as it pounded again. He heard Charles chuckle.

"You drank a lot last night, do you need me to get you Advil? Water?" Charles asked.

"I need a fucking explanation of why you're in my room, wearing glasses that make you look hotter than hell, and why it's 5 in the morning," Alexander said, using the back of his bed as support.

"You didn't let me leave when you were drunk and basically forced me to hold you. I put in contacts when I get back, and they make me look geeky, and I told you that I leave to work out every morning," Charles said, sliding a pair of shoes on.

"Well, uh, since I'm up, maybe I should join you. And those glasses don't make you look geeky," Alexander said, smiling a bit. He wasn't sure where his confidence had come from, but he was glad it was there.

"You're hungover, you should relax," Charles said, already preparing to leave.

"I'll be fine," Alexander said, getting up quickly. He stumbled a bit, getting dizzy at the change and used the nightstand for support.

"You're walking as if you're still drunk, I'll be back in 2 hours, just get some rest," Charles said, waving Alexander off.

"No- no! I'll be fine! Let me just change real quick and I can join you," Alexander pleaded.

"Fine, I guess I could make myself a shake before I go," Charles said with a shrug. Alexander smiled and shooed him out of the room so he could properly change. He chose a casual outfit along with putting his hair up in a messy ponytail. When he went downstairs, Charles was shaking his shake bottle, creating a decently loud noise.

"Okay, how the hell do you do that every morning without waking up everyone?" Alexander asked, really confused.

"I normally mix it in my car, speaking of, we should go now before all the good equipment is in use," Charles said, heading to the door. Alexander followed, still slightly tired, but excited to see Charles work out and not just carry heavy groceries.

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Alexander ran on the treadmill, running was always his forte rather strength like lifting or crutches. Charles was in his own area, doing burpees. But rather than just ending on a jump, he did a pull up, raising himself higher. Alexander saw the beads of sweat on his biceps, especially when they flexed during every push up and pull up. He didn't even notice when Charles had stopped.

"If you keep staring, you might fall off," Charles called out playfully as he grabbed a barbell and a couple of weights. He slid the weights on and began some squats with the barbell over his shoulders. Alexander sped up, trying to get a view by the mirror of behind Charles. Unfortunately, as he got to a decent view, Charles had stopped and looked at his watch.

"Alright, we should probably get going, it's 6:30," Charles said, putting away the equipment he used. Alexander shut off the treadmill and let his legs wobble off.

"Do you need help? You were just running for an hour without lots of recent training," Charles said, offering out a hand.

"I'll be fine, I've ran for longer and been fine. And so have you, remember how much you were a coward during Monmouth?" Alexander said with a chuckle. Charles stopped for a moment and gave a forced chuckle.