Hamilton One-shots (REQUEST STUFF)

Homework | Jamilton | Fluff

Prompt: "You know what? I know I'm right. And if I'm wrong I'll suck your G-d damn cock!"

(It's fluff I swear)

"No, it's 456," He spat, and Alexander scowled,

"I've done the work three times! It's 209!" He yelled, and Thomas stood from his chair. The teacher had made them 'study buddies' and now every time there was homework one or the other would have to stay at the other's house. Today they where at Thomas's house, doing advanced bullsh-t.

(If anyone can make a math equation that fits this then I will give you a digital hug and high-five)

"I've checked and re-checked this, it is 456!" He said. Alexander face-palmed,

"You know what? I know I'm right. And if I'm wrong I'll suck your G-d damn cock!" He roared, and Thomas raised his eyebrows,

"That's a lot of confidence for someone who's wrong," He said with a smirk before pulling his phone out,

"I'll google it," He stated before typing the equation in. Thomas looked on the edge of a guffaw as he turned the phone-screen towards Hamilton,

"Wh...WHAT!? There's no way, this isn't possible..." He mumbled to himself, and Thomas smirked,

"Welp, looks like I get a blowjob, thanks google," He said with a laugh, and Alexander became red,

"I.. wait," He said, and typed the question over and over again, but it always revealed as the same number, every time he retried he became redder and more exasperated.

"Hey- I was just... bluffing, joking, I knew I was right, I didn't think-" He began, but Thomas cut him off,

"Wow, Hamilton, I knew you were terrible but going back on promises, that's low." He said airily, and Alexander became redder,

"Why do you even want me to suck your dick? I thought you where straight!"

"Well, doesn't really matter to me," He started as he placed a finger under Alexander's chin, forcing him to look at him,

"Either way feel like this is going to end well for me," He said with a smirk, and once again Alexander became redder,

"N-no it won't! Because I'm not sucking you're dick anyways!" He said, and Thomas shrugged,

"Okay," He said offhandedly before swiftly pinning him to the wall with his hands above his head,

"I guess I'll just have to do something else," He drawled as his eyes traveled up and down Alexander,

"Hey! First of all I don't know what you think you're doing but-"

"Hamilton, chill, it's not like I'm gonna-" He started, and then pecked Alexander on the lips,

"-do anything regrettable," He said to the blushing man who was now avoiding eye contact,

"Th-Jefferson, are you doing this to be a dick or because you like me?" He asked, mumbling the last part, and Thomas laughed as he moved Alexander's  wrists into one hand,

"I like you, idiot," He said as he placed his free hand on Alexander's hip,

"Well... don't like me. It never ends well... there's nothing good about me anyways, why would you of all people like me?" Alexander said with a glare, and Thomas's glare hardened,

"I... I can't swallow my pride enough to say all the amazing things about you," he grumbled, and Alexander sighed,

"Sure. How do I know you won't just use me and leave?" He questioned, 

"I wouldn't do that," He said seriously, and Alexander, despite himself, started to believe him. 

"Oh..." He said, and then it became awkward. To break the awkwardness, Thomas leaned in to kiss Alexander. It was surprisingly soft.

"I kind of just want to watch TV, if we could do that instead of..." Alexander trailed off, and Thomas nodded,

"Yeah..." he said with an awkward smile as he released Alexander. They stared at eachother, wondering who would look away first. Tension built, but nothing continued to happen. Thomas finally broke the awkwardness as he led Alexander to the couch. He turned it on, and left it on The Simpsons, which was on when he turned on the TV. Sneakily, ever so sneakily, Thomas placed an arm around Alexander as the boy fell asleep.

Work Count: 662

I suck at one-shots :')