My Hamilton OTP's One-Shots {CLOSED}

Perfectionist - Jamilton (Smuttish/ Fluffish)

|Third|

*Ring ring*

"Hello?"

"Wh- hey Alex."

"Oh hey Laf, what's up?"

"Well I was calling Thomas because we're supposed to go out drinking tonight. Is he near you?"

"You know what? You actually just missed him. He went to go get some papers he just printed. We're having a one on one meeting."

"One on one, huh? Have you two finished screaming at each other yet?"

"Not until he agrees with me. That asshole is stubborn as hell."

"Ah well, okay. Can you pass it on to him that I called and ask if we're still going—?"

"Yeah he's going. Is nine okay with you?"

"I mean, it's perfect just as long as I return home by eleven. I don't want Hercy to stress too much about the baby. Kids, am I right?"

"Who are you telling? Anyways, it was nice talking to you. Maybe we should hang out and catch up sometime. Ooh I know, I can bring Philip and you can bring Georges and they can have a play date!"

"Oui, oui! That will be absolutely perfect. And it will give my Hercules break, no?"

"Yeah yeah of course. So i'll talk to you later?"

"Mhm."

"Alright. Bye Laf, say hi to Hercules for me. Sending my love."

"Alright. Bye Alex."

Alex sits the phone down and sighs. He taps on Thomas' shoulder. "You done yet? I'm getting bored," he says. Thomas moves up and rolls his eyes. "You're so impatient. Might as well make this quick. It's already eight and you just had to set my plans with Laf at nine," Thomas responds.

"Not my fault your tongue was elsewhere. And maybe it will encourage you to move faster. I don't have all day now. You're lucky Philip is at Eliza's today."

"Uh huh. And your lucky my sister agreed to babysit Martha Jr."

"Watch it Jefferson. I could put you in your ass if I wanted to."

"Well that's too bad because i've already got you on your back."

Thomas reaches for his hand lotion and spreads Alexander's legs wide enough to fit between them. "I'll go quick as I can, okay? Too bad I won't be able to enjoy it," Thomas sighs.

Alexander reaches up and kisses him. "I'm sorry. You can enjoy it as much as you want. Okay?" he says. Thomas smiles a bit and pulls him closer. "Yeah, but I know you don't want me to take too long. You're a perfectionist and I know you don't want me to be a minute late," he replies. Alexander looks up at him and smiles, softly kissing his cheek.

"Laf can wait."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Thomas kisses him again and Alexander kisses back.

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"A- ah fuck..." Alexander groans as he pulls his pants up carefully, wincing at his soreness. Thomas helps him and chuckles. "I went pretty rough, huh?" he asks. Alexander rolls his eyes. "What are you, a machine? No one should be able to be that rough," he huffs.

Thomas kisses his neck and finishes buttoning up his own shirt. "It's only 8:45. I'll make it," he says. Alexander climbs off of his desk and walks over to him. "You go already, okay? I'll clean up here," Alexander says. Thomas looks at him and frowns. "Are you sure?" he asks.

Alexander nods smiles. Thomas nods back and grabs his things, heading for the door. "Oh Thomas wait-!" Alexander stops him. Thomas turns to look at him. "Yes?"

Alexander presses a long and lingering kiss to his lips and Thomas returns it, grabbing onto his waist and pulling him close. Thomas softly kisses across his jaw and Alexander sucks in a breath.

"I love you."

Thomas pauses and pulls away. "Really..?" he questions. Alexander nods and pecks his lips. Thomas smiles widely and kisses his forehead. "I love you too, Alexander."

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