Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

Hair tie (herclaf/jeffmads)

(A foursome fluff )

(I've never done this before.)

(Sorry if it's shitty)

Hercules watched him, closely. The way his hair bobbed up and down as he walked the schoo hallways, following his hips in an almost hypnotic way. He watched his it wiped around as he turned his head quickly, and how each curl bounced when he snapped his head up if a teacher called on him. 

Yes, Hercules was watching Lafayette, and no, it wasn't weird. Hercules has deemed it okay for him to watch his boyfriend whenever the man's back was turned, because he knew Lafayette wouldn't mind. If anything, he would think Hercules was staring at his ass. 

The two had made it back to their dorm, Lafayette sitting on the couch, and Hercules in the kitchen. Lafayette was bobbing his head up and down to the light music Hercules was playing, and the pony tail was swaying along. Hercules had had enough. It was driving him mad and he didn't know why. He walked over to Lafayette calmly, and leaned against the back of the couch. He had to be smooth, he knew Lafayette didn't like his hair down. 

"So, any plans for later, Laffy Taffy?" Hercules asked, slowly beginning to rub Lafayette's shoulders. Immediately the man relaxed into his touch, sighing contently. "Yes, as a matter of fact, mon Cher, Thomas and James are coming over later. We all three were assigned a project in one of our smaller classes." Lafayette smiled, tilting his head back to look at Hercules. "If you want my hair down, all you have to do it ask, mon amour." 

Hercules gave out a sigh, and reached for the hair tie, slipping it off slowly. Lafayette's dark mass of curls seemingly exploded from it's bonds, springing free and proofing up instantly. Hercules sighed, jumping over the edge of the couch, and absentmindedly messing with it. He absolutely loved Lafayette's hair. Loved it, loved it, loved it. 

He was about to ask Lafayette why he always wore his hair up, but the door swung open, immediately answering his question as a similar tumble of curls bounced into the room, James Madison following behind it's purple ass. "lafayette!" Thomas smiled, ushering James to shut the door. He did so, and the two made their way into the dorm, Thomas flopping down on the couch and James sitting down carefully himself. 

Hercules smiled slightly, feeling awkward for having Alexander's arch enemy and his arch enemy's best friend sitting on his couch, so close to him. He leaned back against Lafayette, who smiled from ear to ear. "Mon ami! Welcome to our humble... humble... aye, Hercules what is the word?"

"Abode, Lafayette." Hercules reminded. 

Lafayette smiled, nodding. "Ah, yes yes, abode!"

 "Well thank you for having us." Jefferson smiled, forever the southern gentleman. James nodded, smiling at them both, "yeah, thanks you two. Would've been hard to do any work if all we got was a days worth of class time." He mused, the other three chuckling along with him. "Anyway, boys, shall we break out the laptops and get to work?" Thomas asked, clapping his hands together. Lafayette rolled his eyes. 

"You two just got here, take of your shoes and coats, spray awhile." Hercules smiled, moving to stand up. "I'll go get drinks." He smiled a bit wider, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. Thomas moved to stand up, taking Madison's coat, hanging them both up before following Hercules into the kitchen. 

"Hey, Hercules, I need to ask you something." He began.

Hercules was bent over, looking threw the fridge. "Thomas, for the last time, you being friends with my boyfriend does not get you free out reach privileges for me to fix your suits." Hercules said, still digging in the fridge. Thomas felt his face heat up slightly at the comment, and looked over to the side. "It's not about that." He said. Hercules chuckled, voice muffled slightly by the fridge. He stood up, set a few things down on the counter, then turned to bend back over into the fridge. "And what would that be?" He asked. Thomas blushed darker.