Hamilton Drabbles

Window to the Soul

Hamilton glared up at Jefferson, who smirked down at him. "Look into my eyes, what do you see?" Jefferson squinted, looking straight into his eyes. He leaned back, looking pleased. "I see a very attractive man," he said, beginning to style his hair.

Hamilton's mouth dropped open in surprise and he reached an arm out to smack him. "Don't use my eyes as a mirror!" he scolded. "Why not?" Jefferson asked. "I can't help it when I look so good."

"You know what? I think someone needs to take you down a peg or two. And by someone I mean me," Hamilton said, lunging forward, digging into his hips. Jefferson screamed, flailing his long limbs and frantically trying to get away.

"Stopstopstop!" he cried out. Alex decided to be kind and chose to stop, not wanting to push the other man too far. "Next time, you'll do as I ask."

"But I did," Jefferson said, panting and furrowing his brows.

"I mean you'll do it my way."