Hamilton OneShots

"Go to Hell." "Come with me" ~ Jamilton (SMUT)

Requested by @MadForFries !! Thank you for the request. Enjoy! (I literally listened to "Despacito" while writing the sex part. Not the shitty Bieber version, the original ALL SPANISH version that I like.)

Hamilton stormed into Jefferson's office, he wanted to get this over with quickly. He needed a bill signed and he needed Jefferson's signature or it wouldn't go through.

"Jefferson, Sign this. Now."

He placed the bill in front of Jefferson who had his feet up on his desk, smirking.

"Why?"

Hamilton was frustrated and feisty.

"Just sign it you purple shit."

"Not if you're acting like that." Contempt dripped from his southern drawl.

"Bitch. I have been writing all day and I need your damn signature!"

Jefferson laughed and brought his feet down from his desk, the smirk still plastered on his face.

"I don't feel like signing anything." Jefferson retorted with defiance.

"Oh go to Hell Jeffershit."

Hamilton turned on his heel. He started walking out before the obnoxious Virginian replied with:

"Come with me."

Confusion swept over Hamilton like a gust of wind. What the hell did Jefferson mean by that?

"What?" Hamilton blurted.

"I said come with me, Hamilton. I ain't goin' to Hell unless you're there." Jefferson repeated.

Hamilton turned to face Jefferson. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it when he realized he had no words.

"Why so flustered Hamilton? You seem speechless. Is something wrong?" Jefferson teased.

"I-I... I... uhh... what?" Hamilton stuttered.

Jefferson chuckled. He looked at the bill on his desk and a rather sinful thought emerged in his fucked up brain.

"Hamilton, I'll sign your bill."

"R-really? Oh my God thank yo-"

"But. I need a... favor."

Hamilton blinked and stared into Jefferson's Obsidian colored eyes.

"Lock the door please Secretary Hamilton," Jefferson hinted.

It took a moment for Hamilton to realize what Jefferson was inquiring, but once he realized, Jefferson had already stood up, his erection visible in his pants. Hamilton nodded and turned on his heel, quickly locking the door, he turned around only to meet the lips of Jefferson. To say he was surprised was an understatement. For whatever fucked up reason, Hamilton kissed back, moving his lips in sync with the taller man. Jefferson pulled away with a smirk.

"Strip." He commanded.

Hamilton stood, he slowly undressed under the eyes of Jefferson. Yes, he felt very uncomfortable. But he needed that signature and he was willing to be a bit of a whore to get it. He had been in the same situation with Senator Burr, Mr. Reynolds, Secretary Lee, and back in high school, his professor.

He soon found himself in just his boxers. Jefferson took his coat off and unbuttoned his shirt. Hamilton stared at the part of Jefferson's chest that was visible through the gap in his shirt. Jefferson moved forward and connected their lips again, this time forcing his tongue into Hamilton's mouth. He explored every inch, and moved slowly, enjoying every moment of teasing the smaller man. Hamilton whined into the kiss, grinding his hips on Jefferson eagerly. Jefferson pulled away and sat in his chair, motioning for Hamilton to walk to him. Hamilton walked over and kneeled in-between Jefferson's legs.

Jefferson looked down at Hamilton as he pulled his pants down slightly, enough for Jefferson's erection to be visible in his boxers. Hamilton leaned his head down and sucked Jefferson's cock through his boxers.

"Stop teasing," Jefferson warned.

Hamilton pulled Jefferson's boxers down and took his whole erection into his mouth. Jefferson moaned and threw his head back. Hamilton began to bob his head quickly, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked harshly. Jefferson could barely manage his words, all that came out was a mixture of French curses and incoherent English. He bucked his hips into Hamilton's mouth, causing Hamilton to gag slightly. Hamilton hummed around Jefferson, driving him over the edge as he came in Hamilton's mouth. Swallowing, Hamilton stood up only to be pulled onto Jefferson's lap.

"I want you to ride me," Jefferson muttered.

Hamilton nodded and took his boxers off, hovering over Jefferson's now hard again erection. Jefferson placed his hands on Hamilton's waist as Hamilton lowered himself down slowly. The two moaned harmoniously in sync as Hamilton moved up and down rapidly. Jefferson thrust his hips up to meet Hamilton's each time he came down. Hamilton neared his climax as Jefferson took matters into his own hands, he roughly gripped Hamilton's waist and thrust into him expeditiously. Hamilton moaned quietly.

"Jefferson I'm close," he cautioned.

Jefferson nodded and quickened his pace, eventually hitting Hamilton's prostate. Hamilton moaned loudly and messily came on Jefferson's exposed stomach. Jefferson thrust deeply into Hamilton and came. All that was heard was the heavy breathing from the two men. Jefferson reached over and grabbed his pen, signing his name on the bill. Hamilton got off and redressed. Grabbing the bill quickly, he walked out. Jefferson redressed and went back to his daily work routine of sitting with his feet up and occasionally calling James Madison to annoy him.