Hamilton Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

6. Jafmes

James' nails dug into the soft, well-pampered skin of his arms as his head reeled. Images of the fading nightmare still flashing behind his eyes as his feet collided with the cold floor of the hallway. As the hallway lead into the living room, the sight of John and Lafayette on the couch came into view. James was always the first to succumb to tiredness, so he usually went to bed far earlier than his lovers, who preferred to stay up.

"Jemmy!" Lafayette grinned as soon as he spotted James. Though that bright grin faded as he noticed the prominent red puffiness of James' eyes and the tears rolling down his face. "Mon amour?"

John, who had been sitting in Lafayette's lap, was on his feet as soon as he saw James' state. His strong arms wrapped around James' waist, pulling him close. "Oh sweetheart, what happened?" It was merely seconds before Lafayette was beside James as well, peppering the shaking man's neck with soft, comforting feather kisses.

"I-I had a bad dream," James choked out, muffled by John's chest.

"It's okay, shh, you don't need to cry," John consoled, threading his fingers in James' hair. "I'm here, Laf is here, you're safe now," It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for James to come into the living room crying from a nightmare, or for him to wake John or Lafayette up in the middle of the night, so both of James' boyfriends had a pretty good idea of how to comfort him. "Laf honey, the tea."

"Oui, got it," Lafayette gave James one last peck on the cheek before disappearing off to the kitchen.

"Darling, it's going to be okay, just breathe Jemmy," John said softly as he pulled James to the sofa. "Laf is going to make you your favorite tea, okay baby?" James nodded as John sat down, pulling him into his lap. "Are you cold?"

"A-A little bit," James mustered, resting his head against John's shoulder, trying to focus on John's arms around him.

John wrapped a blanket around them tightly, running his hands along James' back. "Better?" He asked, looking down at James, who nodded, giving John a meek smile that only made John more worried. "Do you want to talk about it, baby?" James shook his head hastily, burying his face in John's sweater. "That's okay, you don't have to. I was just asking, sweetheart."

A high pitched whistle could be heard from the kitchen, which John presumed to be the tea kettle. Only a few minutes later Lafayette was rushing into the living room, a warm mug between his hands. The tallest of the three found his way under the blanket before handing James the cup and putting his arms around John and James. "Doing okay, mon cher?" James nodded, leaning into Laf's embrace as he pressed the edge of the mug to his lips, blowing onto the piping hot liquid. "I'm sorry you have nightmares like that, you're too sweet to deserve being terrorized in your sleep."

James smiled up at Lafayette, this time the expression looked stronger and happier, much to the relief of John. "Do you think you'll be able to go back to sleep, baby boy?" John asked, cupping James' face with his freckled hand.

James took a sip of his tea, smiling at the warmth that flooded his system. "I don't know. Are you two coming back to bed with me?"

"If you would like us to, of course, mon amour," John nodded in agreement, giving James a soft smile. John shifted so that Lafayette could lift James into his arms and stand up. James handed his mug to John so that he wouldn't spill it before Lafayette headed towards the stairs. John turned off the lights before following the pair up the stairs and into their bedroom. He set the tea on the nightstand before pulling the string on the fan that made darkness fill the room.

Lafayette set James in bed before crawling in beside him, John doing the same on James' other side. The three snuggled close, basking in the warmth of each other. "Goodnight James," Lafayette mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to James' forehead.

John smiled at them, who were already starting to drift off before shutting his eyes, pulling the covers farther over himself. "Goodnight my loves," John said softly, massaging circles into James' hips. "Sweet dreams."