Hamilton OneShots

Not What I Expected... ~ surprise ship

So... I had to keep the ship out of the title because I actually want you guys to at least click on this story and give it a shot... I know it's a weird ship, but it's what my fucked up mind came up with. It's Thomas Jefferson x Philip Hamilton... I LIKE IT OKAY??! Maybe give it a chance? Pip is 17, Thomas is like... 30? idk... anyway... Just... give it a chance? Please? Do it for me? I've been sick as fuck and my brain hasn't been functioning properly... That's why I haven't updated in a while. I was gonna, but some reasons got in the way. 1) I got a girlfriend! So yeah, I've been working that out. It's long distance but we're figuring shit out. Anyway, the second reason is that I was sick as fuck. I was gonna update, but I was bedridden and throwing up so yeah... Anyway. I'm finally updating!

Thomas Jefferson's POV

Philip: Tommy, my dad left for a bit, wanna come over and we can have some fun? I'll make it worth your while. ;)

Thomas: Okay sugar, I'm on my way. 

Philip and I had been dating in secret for a while. Yes, he was only 17 and technically this was illegal, but we love each other. I met him when Hamilton took his son to work. He was 16 at the time... I remember it perfectly.

There was a knock at my office door, I looked up from my work.

"Come in," I said calmly.

The door opened to reveal a young man with curly light brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, and freckles all over his face. To be honest, he kinda looked like Hamilton's old friend... The young man was holding a bundle of papers.

"Secretary Jefferson, correct?"

"U-Umm... Y-yes." 

DAMMIT JEFFERSON, FUCKING STUTTER! CONTAIN YOURSELF!

"My dad asked me to bring these to you, he didn't want to come in here. He said, and I quote: 'I'm not entering the office of that macaroni addict, motherfucking, southern, bitch ass, purple, barney knock-off fucker.'"

I chuckled, knowing instantly who this boy's father was.

"Lemme guess. Hamilton's boy?"

He nodded and smiles a bit.

"Yes sir, Philip, Philip Hamilton."

I smiled and stood up, walking over to him, I took the papers in one hand and held out my other to him, he took it in his and shook it gently, the contact of our skin causing me to shudder a bit.

"Thomas, T-Thomas Jefferson."

FUCKING STUTTER!

The smaller man chuckled, he looked into my dark eyes with a look I couldn't quite read.

"Pardon me, Mr. Jefferson... My father said many bad things about you, but I can't quite see where he got his information... You're rather... attractive sir."

Attractive? Did this young man just call me attractive?

"Yes, I called you attractive. You really speak your mind, don't you sir?"

Fuck... I said that out loud. What is this boy doing to me?

"H-how old are you Philip?"

"Sixteen sir, almost seventeen."

"Well, you're very attractive for a sixteen-year-old."

My eyes widened as I said that. I quickly covered my mouth, but the words had already been said. Philip chuckled breathily and grabbed a piece of paper from my desk, he grabbed a pen and scribbled his name and his number and handed the paper to me.