My Hamilton OTP's One-Shots {CLOSED}

#2: Games We Play - Jamilton (Smut)

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|Trans!Hamilton (F>M), Mild|

Alexander sat at his desk typing away as he did, everyday. Washington walks into his office unannounced and sighs. Alexander looks up and straightens out his glasses. "Mr. Washington. I—"

Washington waves him off and grabs the files off of his desk. "Done... as always. Okay, you're dismissed for your break," he says simply. "Sir, I promise I'm going to, I just need—" Washington cuts him off when he closes and takes his laptop. "Break, you get an hour and a half. I'll give you this back when that time is up," He says before leaving the room.

Alexander huffs and sits back, drumming his fingers against his desk. Aaron Burr walks by his office, whistling. He stops in his tracks and looks at Alexander. "Hey— Hamilton. What are you up to?" he asks. Alexander looks up and groans. "Washington is forcing me to take a break so i'm just here waiting to get my laptop back," he says.

"Oh. Well if you want something to do, me and a couple of other people are hanging out right now."

"Well, it's not like I have anything to do. I'm guessing no one there likes me?"

"Well—"

"It's fine. I'm happy to fuck up everyone's day."

Alexander stands up and pockets his phone. He shuts off the lights and closes the door before following Aaron down the hall. They walk past the break room and head towards a room that Alexander knows he's never been in before. They walk by John Adam's office, vacant as always and finally reach the room.

Aaron opens the door and Alexander peeks inside. A few of their coworkers sit around the place in bean bags and chairs. Some are holding drinks, others on their phones, and some are having conversations with each other.

Alexander almost immediately regrets his decision when he spots a few co-workers he knows all to well and hates with a burning passion. And then him.

Thomas Jefferson.

No words to explain how they felt towards each other. Or at least other's perception. Were they flirting or was it hatred, no one really knew. Thomas chuckles at something his friend, James Madison, said before turning his head. His eyes land directly on him and Alexander watches as his mood shifts entirely, his expression composed of a glare. Though, momentarily distracted by someone clearing their throat.

"Alright! I think we can all agree that it's time to play you-know-what. We have a new guest everyone, Hamilton! You know him, most of you hate him, so-so for me. And a few of you— cough Laf and Herc— are best friends with him. Anyways, everyone get in a circle or at least try to form one."

Nathaniel Greene urges people into a circle and Alexander stands back and watches. Lafayette wraps and arm around Alexander and chuckles. "So Alex, mon ami. You decided to join the party, hm? Wanna play the game?" he asks. "What game is it?" Alexander asks as Lafayette pushes him into the circle. "You'll find out soon enough."

Greene places a bottle in the middle of the floor and Alexander's eyes widen. "Oh no—" he says, and turns only to have Hercules turn him back around. "Yes, if you play, I'll play," Hercules says. "Aren't you married to Frenchie?"

"I don't have to ask daddy's permission and approval for everything."

"Ew."

"You asked for it."

"Weirdo."

"Alright everyone, you know the rules. You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, you both get to spend seven minutes in "heaven" AKA the broom closet. It could be super awkward and uncomfortable or it could be extremely steamy, who knows? So, who should go first?"