Hamilton Oneshots

Lams ★ H

Alexander POV

I walked toward General Washington's tent, nervously running my fingers through my red hair. His request for a meeting was shrouded in mystery – was it a promotion, or did it bear somber news?

Upon lifting the tent flap, I found the General with a smile, gesturing for me to enter. As I stepped in, I noticed a man by his desk, slightly taller than me, with neatly pulled-back blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. My thoughts momentarily wandered, but Washington's voice snapped me back.

"Major General Hamilton, this is Lieutenant Colonel Laurens. He will be sharing your tent." Washington announced, and I saluted.

"Yes sir." I affirmed, nodding.

Following Washington's instructions, I led Laurens out of the tent, closing the entrance behind us. "Before you say anything, you can just call me John." he said, extending his hand. Smiling, I shook it. "Well, John, my name is Alexander." As I tried to pull my hand away, he held on, intertwining our fingers.

Despite the fear of being discovered, I didn't let go. Leading him discreetly behind the tent, away from prying eyes, his grip tightened. We arrived at a secluded grassy area, pausing to watch the vibrant hues of the setting sun.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues across the sky. The air was filled with a certain tension, a mix of the day's events and the unspoken connection between us.

"So, Alexander," John began, his eyes still fixed on the fading sunlight. "What's it like being General Washington's right hand man?"

I chuckled, the sound almost nervous. "It's a mix of exhilarating and exhausting. The weight of responsibility is immense, but the chance to make a real difference keeps me going. What about you, John? What brings you here?"

He turned to face me, his gaze softening. "Well, apart from the honor of sharing a tent with a rising star like yourself," he teased with a playful grin, "I believe General Washington sees potential in our collaboration. We make a good team, or so he thinks."

As darkness settled in, I couldn't help but feel a growing warmth between us. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, blending with the tranquil evening. The moonlight replaced the sun's glow, and we found ourselves standing outside the tent, still engrossed in each other's company.

I opened the tent for John, watching him enter. Following suit, I made sure the tent was securely closed. Then it struck me – there was only one bed. I turned to John, finding him already eyeing the cot. "Alexander, are you aware–" he began, but I cut him off. "Of there only being one bed? Yes. I am aware," I admitted, my face growing warmer.

"Well, I would not recommend sleeping on the floor. We shall just share." John suggested, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He started to remove his coat, hanging it over the chair. I hung mine as well and remained silent for a while, the air thick with unspoken words.

The dim light of a single lantern flickered within the tent, casting shadows that danced on the canvas walls. John settled onto the bed, patting the space beside him invitingly. "Come, Alexander, it's not like we haven't faced tougher situations on the battlefield." he teased, his eyes glinting with a playful spark.

I joined him on the bed, the mattress surprisingly comfortable beneath us. The rustle of fabric echoed in the confined space as we settled in. The air was charged with a mixture of anticipation and the realization that this arrangement was more intimate than any battlefield encounter.

I hesitantly moved closer to John, the two of us adjusting under the blankets. As we settled in, I couldn't help but admire the details of his features. His long, blonde hair lay sleek against the pillow, a cascade of gold illuminated by the soft moonlight and the gentle glow of the lantern. His blue eyes sparkled, catching the reflections of the ambient light, drawing me in with an irresistible allure.

"I must admit, John, your eyes are like stars in the night sky." I remarked, my fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. He chuckled softly, a warmth in his gaze matching the affectionate tone of his voice. "And your red hair," he teased, running his fingers through my hair. "Like flames in the moonlight."

I couldn't help but smile at the playful banter, the tension of the day gradually dissipating. John held me close, his fingers gently intertwining into my red locks. I closed my eyes, savoring the comforting sensation of his touch. Despite the lingering sense of wrongness, the connection between us felt undeniable.

"You know, Alexander," John whispered, his breath brushing against my ear. "I never thought I'd find such warmth on a chilly night in camp." His words were like a gentle caress, and I couldn't resist responding with a flirtatious tone. "Well, Lieutenant Colonel Laurens, you've certainly brought more warmth than any blanket could provide."

John chuckled at my words, his fingers continuing their gentle exploration through my hair. The air between us became charged with a growing desire, each flirtation pushing boundaries just a bit further.

"Well, Alexander, if I'm warmer than a blanket, perhaps I should be your designated campfire," John suggested with a playful glint in his blue eyes. I couldn't help but let out a laugh, feeling the tension of the day unravel in the warmth of our shared humor.

As tiredness crept in, our banter grew more daring, fueled by the intertwining emotions of love and desire. "John, you're making this tent feel like the most scandalous place in the entire camp," I teased, my hand finding its way to the small of his back.

He smirked, drawing me closer. "Scandalous, you say? Well, I suppose we'll have to be discreet in our mischief, won't we?" His words hung in the air, both a challenge and an invitation.

John's gaze softened, a silent exchange of affection passing between us. I lifted my hand to his cheek, gently caressing his face. In that tender moment, desire simmered beneath the surface, and our lips gravitated towards each other. Pausing when our breaths mingled, lips just centimeters apart, John's eyes fluttered shut, and he pressed his lips to mine.

I melted into the kiss, the world outside the tent fading away. Thoughts of consequences dissolved as the connection between us deepened. In that stolen moment, the only reality that mattered was the shared warmth and desire, a secret flame burning brightly in the confines of our forbidden love.

We held onto each other, our bodies entwined in a dance of desire. Our lips remained locked, parting only for the necessary intake of breath. Panting slightly, I watched John's chest rise and fall, his gaze locked onto mine.

"You're quite the distraction, Alexander," John whispered, a sly grin playing on his lips. I smirked in response, running my fingers through his hair. "Distraction? I'd say you're more of an irresistible temptation, Jack."

Our dialogue became a playful exchange of compliments and flirtations, each word pushing the boundaries further. "Your lips taste like victory," John murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. I chuckled, "And yours, Lieutenant Colonel, like a rebellion worth fighting for."

I caressed John's cheek, gently moving a few strands of hair out of his face. He smiled, his hand finding its way back to my hair, the other intertwining with mine between us on the pillow. The close quarters barely left room for anything but our shared warmth, yet we managed to navigate the limited space.

As the night deepened, our kisses became more daring, the shared passion igniting a flame that defied the constraints of the tent. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the intimacy and connection we had forged.

As sleep began to claim us, we exchanged a few lingering flirts, the words becoming softer with each utterance. We moved closer, seeking the warmth of each other's presence. My head nuzzled into John's chest, his head resting on mine and the pillow. His heartbeat echoed in the quiet, a calm and rhythmic lullaby.

I felt myself slipping from consciousness, the embrace of sleep beckoning. Just before succumbing to its grasp, I murmured the words that needed to be said. "I love you, Jack," I confessed, my voice barely above a mumble.

"I love you too, Alexander," John spoke with a firmness that betrayed the weariness in his voice. We remained cuddled up in comfortable silence, the tent enveloping us in a cocoon of shared affection. The rhythmic beat of our hearts harmonized, becoming the last notes of a whispered symphony before I drifted into the realm of dreams.

I apologize- I am not the best at writing fluff longer than a few paragraphs- I hope this is good! And please don't be afraid to request! I'm willing to do most ships!