Hamilton Oneshots

The Room Where it Happens [Hamilton x Jefferson]

WARNING: THIS GOT MORE HEATED THAN I INTENDED, OOPS. ITS NOT SMUT BUT ITS PRETTY DARN CLOSE SO SMOL CHILDREN BEWARE.

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Hamilton was growing more agitated with every second he had to spend with these Virginians. Usually, they would at least be in a public setting when having a debate, a setting that would hold both parties back. Now, they were in a room alone. Just Hamilton, Madison, and Jefferson sitting in the latter's office.

"What do I have to do to convince you this financial plan will be beneficial? I've laid it all out for you simply, do I need to go more in depth?" Hamilton did his best to keep his composure, though his tone didn't lack hostility.

Jefferson scoffed. "If you go even more in depth we won't be able to leave this room until next week. We get it."

"If you get it, then why can't you see that we need it?" Hamilton shot back, "We need to manage our money with a working system, or else-"

"Obviously, but I think your system is flawed and skewed." Jefferson cut him off, the look of disapproval on his face only making Hamilton's annoyance grow.

Hamilton took in a long breath, before looking to Madison, who was sitting by Jefferson's side. "Madison, do you mind if I speak with Secretary Jefferson alone for a moment?"

"Of course not, Secretary Hamilton." Madison spoke politely, giving a small nod before standing up. "I'll be outside."

The short man exited the room, and as soon as the door shut, Hamilton got to his feet. He stomped over to Jefferson, looming over him. "The hell is your problem? You say my system's flawed, but what about it? You're not pointing out anything specific, so for christ's sake Jefferson, tell me what you don't like about it!"

"You should control your temper, mister secretary." Jefferson chuckled, staring up at the other man. "Remember what Washington told you about holding your tongue? You wouldn't wanna disappoint daddy, would you?"

Hamilton felt rage piling up higher and higher, and took a step closer. He suddenly regretted sending Madison out, now he had no peer pressure to hold him back. "Just because I look up to President Washington doesn't mean I see him as a father, so shut it, I'm no one's son." He growled. "And stop dodging the fucking question. You don't really see anything wrong with my plan, do you? You just can't admit that I'm actually right."

Finally, Jefferson stood up, and Hamilton suddenly felt small under his tall frame. "Honestly, I don't give a damn about your stupid financial plan, but you can't just get whatever you want." He stepped closer, too close, causing Hamilton to step back. This didn't stop him however, and continued until the shorter man found his back pressed against the wall. "You just keep taking and taking like you run the world. News flash Hamilton, this is a democracy, and I want something in return."

"God dammit..." Hamilton muttered under his breath. Jefferson was being insufferable like usual, but unlike before, they were now completely and utterly alone, no one to see them.

Hamilton gave in. He grabbed the collar of Jefferson's shirt and yanked him down, crashing their lips together roughly. Jefferson responded positively, his hands finding hold on the immigrant's waist, pulling him closer. Hamilton bit down on Jefferson's lip, causing the other man to let out a small grunt.

It soon became a battle for dominance, both wrestling to get the upper hand as the make out session quickly became more heated. Eventually, to Hamilton's disappointment, Jefferson won, and the shorter man couldn't help but melt into his embrace.

Finally, they separated, but only for a moment before Jefferson was attacking Hamilton's neck, leaving rough kisses and bites. Hamilton felt his heartbeat quicken exponentially as his hands found their way into the Virginian's thick curly hair. Hamilton wasn't able to hold back a small moan as the pleasure consumed him, and he silently cursed himself, not wanting to give Jefferson the satisfaction.

"Y-you can have the capital..." Hamilton stuttered out, shuddering as Jefferson's hands moved down his body.

"Sounds like a fair exchange." Jefferson said, and Hamilton could feel his breath on his ear. "Alright then, we'll get you your votes, Alexander."

"Good." Hamilton pushed the other man off of him and stepped away, fixing his collar and straightening out his clothes. It was then that he realized he was actually extremely turned on, and Jefferson had left him with... a little problem. He felt heat rising to his face at the realization of what he had just done. I'm such a whore.

"So, it's a deal?" Jefferson asked, his hand outstretched.

"It's a deal." Hamilton replied, taking his hand and shaking. He didn't like the smug look on Jefferson's face, and knowing that he had just let this man dominate him, if only for a moment, made his face grow a darker shade of red.

"You're blushing, how cute." Jefferson teased with a light chuckle, pulling his hand back, before he pointed to his neck. "You got a little something there, Hamilton."

Instinctively, Hamilton moved his hand to touch the area Jefferson had been pleasuring. "You did not give me a hickey." The slight horror in his tone was ever present.

"I believe I did."

"I am going to murder you, Thomas." Hamilton muttered, every bone in his body hoping and praying that the mark left would not be noticed by his wife or children.

This was not how Alexander thought his day would go.

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I have sinned once again. Meh, isn't as bad as my last offences, I've written explicit gay smut, I am not ashamed.

Anyways, I need some ships. I want to update this book more, but I ship basically everything so it's hard to decide what to do. So give me some suggestions, what ships would you like to see? Do you want it to be fluffy, angsty, or... I'll possibly do smutty too.

You can also suggest a prompt or AU if you want something specific, really I just love writing oneshots and wanna do more.

Anywhooo that's all. See ya.