My Hamilton OTP's One-Shots {CLOSED}

Party Cover {Part 2} - Jamilton (Smuttish/ Fluff)

|Slight smut warning|

|Third|

"Mn- we have to make this quick."

"We're lucky Washington keeps pairing us up."

Thomas hums quietly and kisses down Alexander's neck. He stops for a moment. "You didn't tell him about us, right?" He asks Alexander. "No no, of course not. We're both too focused on proving a point," Alex responds. "What point?" Thomas asks. Alex flips them over so he's straddling him.

"That we wouldn't end up dating."

"We can't hide this forever."

"I know. But I don't think the world is ready for us to be the power couple we are."

"They're not ready for how fabulous we are."

"You're extra gay."

"And you're a bottom."

Alex kisses him and Thomas wraps his arms around his waist.

...

Mr. Washington stepped through the door. "Martha, I'm home," he called out. Mrs. Washington quickly walked over to him. "Hi honey. Alex is upstairs with his friend, said they were gonna get started on their homework assignment from you."

"From me? Well the person I paired him up with is far from his friend. They argue every day. I'm trying to see if I can stop their petty bickering."

"Them? Arguing? No way. They were way too friendly."

"That does not sound like our son and Thomas. They declared themselves enemies when they were in like sixth grade. They're in college now. They hate each other."

"That's weird. They kept laughing and whispering things on their way up the stairs."

Mr. Washington sat down his briefcase and chuckled. "Highly unlikely. I'm gonna go check on them, make sure they're working and getting along instead of non-stop arguing," he said and kissed her cheek. "Alright. I'm gonna finish up this case and then get started on dinner."

Mr. Washington nods and heads up the stairs. 

...

Alex moans and digs his nails into Thomas' back. "Fuck Thomas, I'm close~" 

Mr. Washington lightly presses his ear against the door in concern and slowly opens it. "Hey kids how are-"

Thomas looks up and immediately stopped his movements. "Why'd you st-"

"Mr. Washington—!"

"Dad! Get out!"

Mr. Washington shuts the door quickly and blinks. "Holy shit. I owe Hercules fifty dollars.." he mumbles to himself.

Thomas looks down at Alex on what to do next. Alex groans and covers his face in embarrassment. "Come on we uh- get out of me. N o w," Alex says after a moment. Thomas nods and pulls out of him. They get up and search around for their discarded pieces of clothing around his room and get dressed.

"Didn't get to finish."

"Least of our worries. My dad just walked in on us fucking."

"And now we have to deal with it. Jesus."

"Hey, at least you only see him two times a day excluding weekends. I have to see him all day every day. I really need to move out.."

"Come on let's— go and face embarrassment in the face."

Alex opens the door to reveal Martha Washington. "Oh hey Alex. I was just about to knock. You have any idea what's up with your father? He left for his usual evening run pretty early. Are you sweating—"

"Nope no idea why dad is being weird and no I am not sweating I just um- got out of the shower."

"Ah. So why is he sweating—?"

"I take hot showers mom. Anyways, what's up?"

"Well I wanted to see if your friend wanted to stay for dinner?"

"Thomas?"

"Well I uh- I'd love to ma'am but—"

"Oh no he's staying he has a completely free evening."

"Okay then! I'm making spaghetti. With lots of oregano~"

"Mom, again with the Heathers references."

"I can't help it Alex, you know that."

"Oh that's cool Mrs. Washington. I like Heathers too."

"See? He gets it. Anyways- I'll be out of your hair now boys."

Mrs. Washington leaves and Alex turns to Thomas. "If I'm going down, you're going with me."

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