j a m i l t o n (ew)

the worst thing i have ever written

         Hamilton sat shivering in the cold, helpless to the thunder and wind enveloping him in a blanket of fear. He let tears run down his face and shivers down his spine as he had flashbacks of the horrid events that had brought him to New York City. As he sat alone in the dark, a figure walked up to him. "Huh," said the mysterious shadow, "I guess I should help him..." Alexander felt himself getting picked up and in a blur, he was driven to a house, carried into the house, and laid down on a couch. As the lights in the stranger's home flickered on, the stranger came into view. "Jefferson?" He said in a panicked voice. "Why am I h-here?" Jefferson stepped closer to him and stroked his face. "It's ok. I rescued you from the street- you were having a panic attack or something." All Hamilton could do was nod as the rude, loudmouthed, annoying, cute, gorgeous man explained the situation to him. "Anyway, I'm expecting some payback," he said in a slightly annoyed voice. "Like what?" Alexander emptied his pockets to find a ten dollar bill. "I have this..." Thomas took the bill, examined it, and with a swift movement, ripped it in two. "W-wha-" Jefferson cut the short man off with a wave of his hand. He forcefully pulled Hamilton closer, though he protested, and when their faces were less than an inch away, muttered "I was expecting...something else." He closed the gap between their lips and kissed Alexander passionately. They both felt sparks fly as their bodies connected. However lovely this kiss was, it wasn't enough for Thomas. He kissed the other man's jawline and Hamilton gave a soft moan. They both didn't want this moment to end. Alex looked outside. The storm had stopped, but he didn't exactly want to leave...