Hamilton OneShots

A Ball of Submissives ~ LafxWashxHamxMads

Requested by @whothrewawayhershot

It was a normal morning. 1792. But for Washington, Hamilton, and Madison, it was different. You see, Lafayette was coming for a couple of months to spend time with them. They were a polyamorous relationship. At times it was difficult, they didn't get much time together. Lafayette lived in Paris, Madison lived in Virginia, and Hamilton and Washington lived in New York. This time was different. This time, they wanted to make a plan. They were tired of only getting two months out of the year together but they were busy people, for Hamilton and Madison, it was a constant life of writing. Barely ever putting their quill down. Hamilton focused on political issues, but Madison was always writing to defend. Always defending something or someone. Washington was the President, his life was very busy. Then there was Lafayette who was balancing his lovers in America with his duties in the French Revolution. But finally, some time opened up.

Madison spent a week traveling by horse to New York, Lafayette spent months on the ocean to visit. Traveling was easy for Lafayette, but Madison was constantly hoping it wouldn't take a toll on his health. He was constantly in some state of illness, but when he wasn't he made the most of it.

Washington and Hamilton lived together. There was constant sexual tension between them, they had the most sex of the four. Washington's problem when they were all together was that Lafayette, Hamilton, and Madison were all very submissive.

It was morning, Alexander was sleeping peacefully in Washington's bed, the light coming in through the window just enough to see his small sleeping frame. The dark hair that flowed down to his shoulders, his soft skin. Washington loved sitting next to him in bed, just admiring him. But not today. Today Washington had a bunch of papers to write before Lafayette and Madison arrived. He was determined to finish before Alexander woke up because he didn't want Alexander to take it upon himself to write. He was just writing the last one when he heard the footsteps behind him and felt Alexander's arms wrap around his neck from behind.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Alexander asked tiredly.

Washington loved hearing his voice in the morning. It was soft and quiet, the opposite of during cabinet meetings.

"Just finishing up some writing."

Alexander looked over Washington's shoulder and slowly read what he was writing. It didn't take long for Alexander to lower his hand and begin pointing out errors. This is the very reason Washington doesn't like Alexander reading his writing. Though he was listening to Alexander, he was mainly admiring the concentrated look on his face, and how his hand glided across the just dried ink. Finally Washington finished writing, Alexander still leaning on his back, he had his face buried in Washington's neck.

"Okay my beloved. I think we should get dressed. James will be here soon and he's had a long trip."

Alexander nodded and walked off. He walked into his room and found his clothes. Pulling on black stockings and green breeches. He slid on his white undershirt and green vest. Finally grabbing his green jacket to complete the outfit. He looked in the dusty mirror they had and saw how messy his long hair was. Using his fingers to brush through it, finally getting it to lay flat on his head.

~TIME SKIP~

James slowly rode into New York, sighing in relief as he neared Washington's home. His joints were stiff from being on his horse for so long. He was still wearing his grey outfit with a bit of yellow peeking out beneath his buttoned up jacket. People greeted him as he rode by shops and merchants. He made it to Washington's house and ties his horse to the fence. Walking up to the door and knocking.

A very happy Washington opened the door.

"James darling, your finally here. Come in, Lafayette got here not to long ago."