Hamilton Drabbles

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"No, stop I'm hURTING FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH!" Hamilton was squirming, trying desperately to defend himself.
"Well laughter is the best medicine," Jefferson teased. Ever since finding out about Hamilton's little, quirk, he had been taking advantage of it every chance he got. "Nohohoho!"
Jefferson smirked, continuing his work. Suddenly, Hamilton swung his arm up, elbowing the taller man in the face. Just then everything froze as Thomas held his eye and Hamilton covering his mouth in shock.
"I. Am so. Sorry." Jefferson was doubled over from the pain and waved him off, "Just go get ice." Hamilton rushed off to do as told, a little sorry for what he had done, but in all honesty, he'd wanted to smack the shit out of him ever since he first laid eyes on him.
At work the next day, when Washington noticed Jefferson's black eye, he didn't dare ask about it.