The Second Shot

Chapter Eight

Eacker had noticed by now that Hamilton liked to cuddle.

Whenever he let the younger man sleep in his bed, Eacker would wake up to Hamilton clinging onto him in some way.

This morning was a perfect example, for Eacker had woken up to Hamilton pressed into his chest, with an arm draped across him to clutch the back of his shirt.

It really wasn't helping Eacker's crush at all.

Eacker hoped the crush was a temporary thing as he escaped Hamilton's grasp and went to take a quick shower. There was no way that Hamilton would ever reciprocate his feelings considering their past.

After his shower Eacker went downstairs to get the morning paper before it got covered in snow.

Eacker read the front cover as he closed the front door, locking out what the little bit of cold that wasn't in the living room already.

Eacker only paid for heating upstairs, and even though the kitchen was kept warm by the oven, the rest of the house went practically frozen during the colder months.

Today the front page discussed Jefferson's family coming to visit him from Monticello. Eacker smirked at the thought of how they would manage in the harsh winter's of the North.

"Good morning." Hamilton said, coming down the stairs that led from the hallway upstairs to th kitchen "What does the paper say?"

"Jefferson's family is coming to visit him in the White House." Eacker said, handing the paper to Hamilton as he went to start making breakfast.

Hamilton pretended to throw up. "I have to go to that with my Pops because it's some whole 'we have to be nice to the president' thing."

Hamilton dropped the newspaper on the table and sat in the chair he had unofficially claimed as his.

"I'm bringing Lafayette, at least." Hamilton continued "We can make fun of them together."

"Hey, they might not be as bad as Jefferson himself. Give them a chance." Eacker said.

Hamilton rolled his eyes. "They'll be bad," he said "trust me."