Stupid and Gay •Jamilton•

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Chapter Five

Alexander made no moves to try to understand how he feels whenever Thomas looked at him, or touched him, but he liked every moment of it. It ruffled his feathers in frustration. Alexander didn't like not understanding something, but anything of this caliber was certainly worth looking into. He paused that as Thomas threw an arm around Alexander's waist. If he was breathing, he would have stopped. Thomas mumbled something before pulling him closer.

"U-Thomas?" Alex whispered into the dark motel room. John was asleep on the small bed beside them, Thomas insisting on his friend staying with them no matter how angry Thomas is at John. The compromise made: Thomas sleeps with Alexander and John sleeps on the remaining bed. Alexander figured he wouldn't be sleeping anyways. The man slowly awoke, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed.

"What time is it?" He mumbled, running a hand through his thick curls.

"It is around three in the morning." Alexander answered, miraculously having the electric alarm clock on his side.

"What's up?" Thomas asked, laying back down. He nuzzled his face into Alexander's hair, taking a deep breath.

"You are awfully close to me." Thomas hummed in a reply. "I didn't want to wake you, but I think it might have been a mistake on you-"

"Have you ever tried sleeping?" Alexander shook his head. "You should try it."

"I-I don't know how to." Thomas chuckled, sending vibrations through Alexander.

"Close your eyes." Alexander did as he was told. "Let yourself feel tired. Eventually you'll fall asleep and start dreaming."

"Okay." Alexander stayed quiet for approximately ten minutes before talking again. "I can't."

Thomas sighed, moving closer to Alexander and pulling his to his chest. Alexander listen intently to Thomas' heart rate, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. He felt the motion of Thomas' lips as they sang a soft lullaby to him, calming and sweet. Alexander recognised the tune. It was the one that Thomas' mother would often have sung to him. It was about a girl named after a fruit. It was a cute song.

"What is that song called?"

"Huckleberry Hound." Thomas answered, voice softer and more tired. "These questions been eating at me for a while. Did you choose me the same way John did? Like, did you give up your powers too? Did you help me decide how to be a better person or something?"

"In a way, yes." Alexander answered, clutching Thomas' shirt in his balled up fists. "I made a path for you that was good and honest. I gave you every good option to John's bad. But.... Don't blame him for it. He was only following orders, and for a demon, disobedience is far worse than death. He had to make an entire new existence just to be able to be near you and not raise alarm. I doubt he still has his wings."

"So, were you the one who told me how to deal with Samuel when he called me... that in fifth grade?" Alexander had to recall. It hit him quite softly. Samuel Seabury was a small boy who was privileged and white. Thomas at the time went to a preparatory school where majority white people reigned. Samuel thought it decent to call Thomas the 'n'-word(with hard 'er'). For once, Alexander told him to take the more violent option seeing as a boy that rude needed a proper consequence. John, having to take the opposite of whatever Alexander chooses for Thomas, opted for him to treat him with peace and reason. Alexander lost that day. It was the first of few.

"I actually told you to hit him if my memory serves me correct. John opted for the more reasonable approach." Alexander explained, a soft touch to his side coming from Thomas. Suddenly, Alexander yawned. Excitement running through him, he jumped up. Legs on either side of  Thomas' waist and put his hands on his chest, a stupid smile on his face. "I yawned. That's what humans do when they're tired, right? I'm so proud of myself."

"I'm very proud of you too, Alex." Thomas said, running his hands up and down Alexander's arms. The warmth from before came back, spreading across his face. "You're blushin', babes."

"I do-" Thomas cut him off by pulling him into a deep hug. The warmth shared between the two was enough to put Alexander to sleep. And he did. He didn't quite know what was supposed to happen after he fell asleep, but he liked it. He loved being held by Thomas and feeling what it is to be human. Maybe John was right to give up his old life and live a mortal one. Of course, Alexander would never do that. He was simply trying to get back home, but he very much so liked Thomas Jefferson.