je t'aime. // hamilton. {on hold}

Monticello, Virginia, USA

may have mentions of smut idk i havent even finished writing this chap as i write this disclaimer lmao

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"James..." Quiet sobs coming from the bathroom were an answer to a question he was going to ask. "James..." The sobs grew louder and louder as Jefferson made his way over. "James, baby," Jefferson opened the door, seeing James curled up in a ball on the ground, soaking his pants in salty tears.

"Hey. James. James, please don't cry," Thomas said, sitting beside James. "James, c'mon. Don't cry. They don't control our relationship and you know that."

"I know b-but..." Madison stuttered out, pausing to cry a bit more. "For att-attention?"

"I know, I know. You're doing everything just right," Jefferson encouraged, cradling the boy in his arms.

"It's like: yes. I will just p-pretend to be in l-love with a guy because g-gay people totally d-don't get killed o-or anything," James said.

Jefferson couldn't quite figure out wether or not James was joking or being serious, so he decided it be best if he just stayed quiet and rocking the boy to and fro. Madison refrained from crying into his legs and instead decided to cry into Jefferson. He really didn't mind. If it was something to comfort Madison, he'd do it. He loved the boy to pieces. Even if it meant suicide, or murder, or thievery, or burning someone's house down, he'd do it. For Madison.

The last thing Jefferson wanted was Madison reverting into his... old ways. James was perfectly normal - no, much more than that. He was like a blessing. He was a blessing. James was a sensitive guy, but didn't seem to mind when people insulted him. Thomas did. James would- No. No, Thomas couldn't think of that. James had promised him he wouldn't resort to his old ways and Thomas trusted him.

These thoughts almost made a tear squeeze out of his eye and would have if Madison hadn't said his name.

"Yeah, baby?" Thomas said, continuing to rock him his right arm wrapped around him and his hand touching his cheek whilst his left was wrapped around the front of Madison, his left hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"I'm okay," Madison said, tears still pouring from his eyes but now slowing down. "Please don't worry about me, Tommy. And I hope you're okay, Tommy."

"I'm okay. And I will always worry about you, James. No matter what you've done, what you're doing, where you are or who you're with."

"Call me-" James tried to say, but ended up getting cut off.

"Jemmy." James looked up at Thomas with a confused look. "I'm gonna call you Jemmy. It's cute, like you. So, your name is Jemmy."

"Hey, Tommy?" James said, stopping his tears and smiling more as Thomas stopped his rocking and began to smile. "You got any makeup?"

"Yeah, want me check?" As James nodded, Thomas stood and offered a hand for James to help pull him up and James took it and stood up.

James followed Thomas to the room he called his 'vanity room' (it basically just contained makeup, hairbrushes, hair products, spare shower products, colognes and he had so much more).

James stayed outside as Thomas went in empty handed and came back with two bags in, one in each. In his mouth, he had a cosmetic bag in his mouth.

Thomas asked a muffled 'what are these for' and James felt himself grin wide subconsciously. "A 'Boyfriend Does My Makeup' challenge."

Thomas asked him to take the bag from his mouth and, when James did, Thomas delved in to kiss James and did so. Thomas knelt down to put down his bags, not pulling from the kiss and when he stood back up, Thomas put his hand on James's cheek and put his hand on his boyfriend's hip. James wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pulled him closer. Thomas kept pulling for a split second to take a breath every five seconds.

As he kissed he said, "could be..." kissing more, "your husband..." he kissed him some more, "one day." He then continued kissing his boyfriend.

"Hopefully," James said as he pulled away.