Let Me Inside Your Heart || Jamilton

The Call

Alexander awoke to darkness surrounding him like an inky blanket. He panicked for a moment, unsure of his surroundings - it seemed that had been happening a lot. Then he heard soft snores, and immediately knew they were coming from Thomas Jefferson. Alexander became aware of their position - it was a bit of an awkward one. Somehow, Alex had ended up on top of Thomas. His legs were wrapped around his waist and his head was pressed against his chest. He felt a slight blush spread across his cheeks.

Alex lifted his head, finally able to see as his vision wasn't obscured by the chest of the taller man. He began looking at the sleeping face of Thomas. He appeared entirely peaceful and content. His hair framed his face, dark and frizzy and soft - more coarse than cotton, but that's the best comparison of the way it felt.
His full lips, which had felt like velvet earlier when they had attacked Alex's, were parted slightly as he drew in air and then exhaled with a hardly audible sound.

"Thomas."
He stirred slightly, moving his head to the side and releasing a soft sigh.
"Thomas, wake up," he murmured.
"Wha's it?" the southerner mumbled, still hardly awake.
"Let's go to bed, okay? We've been sleeping on this couch a lot and I'm sure bed would be a lot more comfortable."
"Uh-huh..."
Despite his agreement, he didn't move.
"Thomas." He grabbed his shoulders, shaking him awake. His eyes shot open and he gave Alex a confused stare.
"What is it?"
"Let's go to bed," he whined.
Thomas sighed. "Okay, okay. But you have to get off me."
"Nuh-uh."
"How am I supposed to walk?"
"Carry me."
"All the way to your bedroom?"
"No, all the way to yours," Alex said in a tone that implied that it should have been obvious.
"Oh."
Thomas seemed less resistant now as he wrapped his arms around Alex. The smaller man smiled and pressed his face into Thomas's neck lovingly.
"Thank you."
Thomas didn't reply as he stood, stumbling but only a bit as he had carried Alex once before.
Thomas walked to his bedroom, laying Alex down on the soft bed. He whined at the lack of physical contact as Thomas stepped away to get into the bed on his side.
"Really? Alex. You're acting like a child."
Alex just huffed, immediately clinging to Thomas as he got under the duvet.
"So needy."
Alex didn't respond as he curled up against him, closing his eyes and yawning softly.
Thomas was asleep in minutes, but Alex stayed awake for a bit longer.
This man was supposed to be his enemy, someone he despised. But here he was in bed with him - in an entirely innocent way, of course. He remembered how he had so frantically rejected Thomas's sexual advances, and felt bad.
He'd have to make up for it sometime.
That was his last conscious thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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Alex awoke to the sound of a phone ringing.
He groaned, wondering if it was Thomas's phone but then recognizing his own ringtone.
He looked around groggily, trying to spot his phone. His movement was restricted due to the man who had curled his body around Alexander. Thomas's arms were wrapped around Alex's chest and he also had a leg over him.

He then noticed the buzzing in his pocket and immediately knew where his phone was. He tried to escape Thomas's death grip but to no avail. He had to reach down under his arm and grab his phone. It was more difficult getting the phone to his ear, having to straighten his arm completely so it could slide under Thomas's. He answered the call, which was from an unknown number.

His voice still raspy with sleep, he greeted the caller with a sleepy "Hello?"
"Hi, Alexander. Did I wake you?"
At first Alex didn't recognize the voice on the other end. Then, he noticed that the deepness of it sounded oddly familiar, and a chill ran down his spine. He shivered slightly.
Hercules Mulligan.
He had erased his number.
"H-herc?" he breathed, suddenly very awake.
"Yeah. It's me."
Alex wasn't sure what to say, so he was silent. Hercules spoke up.
"I - er - may have drove by your place today, and noticed that it's kind of burned to the ground."
"I didn't notice," Alex growled sarcastically.
"Well, if you're going to be like that-"
"No! No, I'm sorry. I'm just - I thought you hated me."
"I did."
Alex's heart dropped.
"But uh, forgive and forget. I'll never forget, but I can forgive, you know?"
Hercules was always quite soft, despite what some would believe because of his intimidating appearance. Alex was surprised it had taken him this long to do this - at this point, he'd assumed they'd never speak again.
"I'm - I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it, I was just - I was just hurting."
"Wow," Herc said, sounding genuinely surprised.
"I didn't expect an apology," he explained quickly.
"Am I that bad?"
"You can be."
While he tried to think of a response, Alex heard a voice behind him. It was Thomas.
"Who's that?" He asked in a tired tone, his voice deep and raspy as he'd just woken. Alex had to stop the sharp inhale that his body almost forced as he heard him.
He sounded kind of hot.
"Who's that?" Hercules echoed.
Oh, shit.
Herc didn't know about him and Thomas - they'd only just become... official... yesterday. He couldn't even know that he was living with him if he had just found out about the fire.

"Alex?" the two said at the same time.
"Oh - r-right. Um, Thomas, I'm talking to Hercules Mulligan - the guy I told you about. Herc, the person you heard was Thomas Jefferson."
"What?!"
His voice was a loud yell.
"Why are you associating with that scum?"
Thomas scowled and pulled away from Alex. "I see," he said. He didn't exactly look hurt, just surprised.
"I thought you weren't on good terms with him," Thomas said.
"Well, that's what I thought too," Alex said, sitting up to tug Thomas back to him.
"Why are you with Thomas Jefferson?"
"'Cause we're in bed together," Thomas said.
"What?!"
Alex glared at Thomas.
"Did you have a one night stand with Thomas Jefferson?!"
"Um, well, no."
"So you two are..."
"Together," Thomas confirmed.
"Stop listening," Alex hissed.
"Hon, you are literally right next to me. It's hard not to listen."
Alex sighed.
"Okay, so what the fuck?"
Herc asked.
"Yeah... Long story..."
"I'm just - okay. Whatever. I'd rather talk about this in person."
"In person?"
"Yeah. I was actually calling to see if you wanted to.... make up."
Alex involuntarily smiled.
"I'd love to."
"Good. Text me your boyfriend's address."
Boyfriend. It sounded a lot better when it was being used to refer to Thomas Jefferson rather than....him.
"Okay."
"I'll be there at around two."
"Okay. See you then."
He hung up, and Alex turned to Thomas.
"I'm scared, but excited too."
Thomas kissed the top of his head and smiled.
"You'll be okay."
"Will you be in there with me?"
"Of course, darlin'."
His southern accent wasn't very prominent, but it definitely was clear when he said the word darling. Alex found it cute.
He felt more confident.
"Hate you."
"You, too."

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