Hamilton OneShots

Drunk ~ Madilton

Alexander: James... I know you don't like me that much, but I'm drunk at the bar and I need you to drive me home, everyone else is busy...

James: Fine, I'm on my way.

James knew exactly which bar Alexander was at, it was a frequent spot for Alexander and his gang. No, James wasn't happy about picking up Hamilton, expecially not after Hamilton deliberately targeted Thomas openly in public. Throwing insult after insult. James was protective of Thomas, and boy was he pissed after the stunt Alexander pulled. Long story short, Alexander and James weren't on the best of terms.

It took a lot for James Madison to become angry, he was usually very quiet and shy. But when you piss off James Madison, suddenly he isn't so cute anymore. This was the reason Alexander was hesitant to ask James to pick him up.

James mumbled curses under his breath as he slowly got out of bed, he slipped on sweatpants and a shirt before grabbing his car keys and wallet. Soon enough, he was out the door and on his way to pick up a probably very drunk Hamilton.

He arrived at the bar. James had never liked this bar, it was always full of drunk women looking for one night stands. He looked around for a moment before he spotted Hamilton flirting with, Charles Lee? James was quick to pull Hamilton away from Charles, knowing well that Hamilton would regret any further actions come morning.

"Heeeyyyyyy Maddy!" He slurred.

James chuckled and started walking Hamilton out.

"Hello, Hamilton."

They got into James' car and he began driving. The whole time he was driving, Hamilton was staring at his eyes. James decided to ignore Hamilton and keep his eyes on the road and hands firmly on the wheel. The problem was, Alexander Hamilton absolutely HATED being ignored.

"Jeemmmmmyyy talk to meeee!!" He whined.

"Alexander, you wanted me to drive you home, so that's what I'm doing."

"You're no fun..."

Alexander wasn't on James' nerves quite yet, but surely it wouldn't be long.

"Why couldn't you call someone else again?"

"John was busy, Lafayette and Hercules made it VERY clear they were busy with each other... Aaron was asleep and rather grumpy, Washington is out of town, the Schuylers are with their father, Thomas is... I have no idea what Thomas is doing..."

"So why couldn't you call him?"

"Because Jemmy. I wanted you to pick me up," James found it odd that there was slight seduction in Hamilton's voice.

"And why's that?" James asked nervously.

Hamilton scooted closer to James and placed a hand on James' leg. James held a breath, visibly uncomfortable with the contact.

"Alexander please don't do that."

"Why? Am I being... a distraction?"

"Yes, and I would like it if you could shut your mouth and take your hand off my leg."

Hamilton huffed and moved his hand, he decided to just stare out the window.

Every now and then, James would glance at Hamilton, he noticed that Hamilton's hand was slowly inching its way back to James' leg, until eventually, James was in the same situation he was in moments ago.

"Hamilton-"

"What Jemmy? Am I bothering you?"

"Yes, you are-"

"Good."

By now, James just wanted to get home, he was tired, and he was done with Hamilton's "drunken fun." It was slowly starting to annoy him, he was glad they were only five minutes from Hamilton's trashed apartment. Why was it trashed? Because John Laurens existed and frequently visited Hamilton. It was no secret the two were friends with benefits, Hamilton talked about everything. EVERYTHING. Some days, James and Thomas had to uncomfortably listen to Hamilton VIVIDLY describing his sex with John Laurens. Washington loved Hamilton's ability to describe things, but he had never heard the kinds of things that Thomas and James knew.

James was quick to get Hamilton home. They arrived and Hamilton glanced at James.

"Thank you, Maddy." He giggled.

Out of nowhere, Hamilton placed a kiss on James' cheek and left, but not before saying something.

"Let's do that again dearest, James."

James sat in his car in shock for fifteen minutes. Finally, he started driving again, mumbling to himself.

"Never again."