Hamilton OneShots

New Years ~ Mostly Mullette

I know it's not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Requested by Coolnerd_360 

Anyway... IT'S MEH BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! I'M 14 MOTHERFUCKERS.

That was aggressive... anyway... ENJOY!

Parties were now held at Thomas' house after Washington had enough of the mess he would have to clean up afterward. And so, it was New Year's Eve, everyone's favorite time. The start of a hopefully good year that quickly became shitty. Happens all the time. Every fucking year.

So there they all were Thomas, James, Aaron, Alexander, John, George, British George, Samuel, Hercules, and Lafayette. The sisters were spending New Years with their father. Probably a good thing, with these men and alcohol... This would become a VERY gay night.

Everyone sat with some kind of drink in hand, most had a beer unless you're Thomas Jefferson, and you're classy enough to be drinking wine. Correction, he and James were sharing a glass of wine. They watched one of those shitty television shows they do before the countdown to midnight. James sitting happily in Thomas' lap taking small sips of the expensive but delightful wine. John was on his 3rd beer and showing no signs of being done. British George and Samuel were drinking tea, much to Washington's hatred. Speaking of Washington, he was already drunk off his fucking mind, everyone was sure he came here drunk. For some reason, he had his eyes on Alexander most of the time. Then there was Lafayette and Hercules, neither of the two were drunk, yet. They were saving that for after.

"Alright! It's been a great year with Y'all. You guys are amazing, except Hamilton of course." Thomas snickered.

"Tommy be nice. Start the year off nice will ya?"

"Aww, can't I make the year end in a shitty way?"

"We're already doing that by having the British guy here," Washington stated flatly.

"Pardon me, what's wrong with being British?" George King stated.

"Y'all are stupid!" Washington drawled.

"Oh, well I do apologize good sir, but at least I speak proper English!" George King shot back.

"At least I have freedom!"

"You bloody wanker! Are we really bringing liberty into this?" George King retorted.

Samuel chuckled at the petty British insult.

"Guys! Can it for like, one minute please! Save it for the new year..." Aaron pleaded.

The Georges sighed and nodded in agreement, they could spare everyone the pain of listening to their petty insults and comebacks. Finally, the countdown started. Everyone cheered happily as the clock struck midnight. Thomas and James shared a passion fueled kiss, tasting the alcohol on each other's mouths. Lafayette looked at the undrank alcohol on the table and yelled excitedly.

"LET'S GET FUCKED UP!"

~Time skip a tiny bit. An hour later~

A lot of drinking later, James was on Thomas' lap half-naked, they were drunkenly making out. Washington and Alexander had... "disappeared" upstairs, Aaron had found some quiet place to be antisocial, and John was trying to figure out what was gonna happen to his roommate who was upstairs most likely being fucked by Washington. My, was that gonna be awkward later...

Hercules had had a few drinks and was looking at his French lover with a lustful desire. Lafayette looked back at him with innocent eyes. Oh, how the Irishman wanted to watch the innocence be torn from his lover's body. The two may act pure and saint-like in public, but that all changed once they were alone. Hercules knew he needed no permission, he grabbed Lafayette's hand and pulled him over to a closet, they opened the door and saw Aaron in there, reading a book.

"OUT!" Hercules commanded.

Aaron sighed and nodded, he stood up and walked out to find a new location. Hercules shoved Lafayette into the closet and walked in, closing the door. The two instantly connected their lips passionately, Hercules pinned the Frenchman to the wall, breaking the kiss and attacking his neck with his mouth, sucking dark red and purple marks into his soft, caramel-coloured skin, eliciting a soft moan from the slimmer, submissive male.

In minutes, clothes were off, Lafayette on his knees in front of Hercules, looking up at the darker male innocently as he took the tip of his member into his mouth, sucking lightly. Hercules let out a low moan and bucked his hips forward, shoving his hard member into Lafayette's mouth. Lafayette moaned around him and started sucking, bobbing his head quickly. Hercules laced his fingers through Lafayette's soft, thick black curls. The Frenchman looked up at him through his long, dark eyelashes. The sight of this sexy, submissive man was enough to nearly drive Hercules over the edge. He pulled Lafayette off him and pulled him up by his hair. No words were needed, Lafayette walks over to the wall and presses himself up against it. Hercules gets behind him and positions his erection at Lafayette's entrance. He was quick to slam into him, giving a bit of time for adjusting, not that Laf needed much time, he was quite used to this by now.

Lafayette nodded, signaling for Hercules to start moving. Hercules was quick to oblige, starting to thrust into the Frenchman who in return let out a loud moan, It was a sound that Hercules couldn't deny loving. He lived for the moans of his submissive lover. He thrusted fast and hard into Lafayette, Lafayette had no care for being quiet, so what if everyone heard him? They were so drunk, surely this night would be forgotten. He screamed and moaned in pleasure, begging and pleading for Hercules to go harder. Hercules happily did so, thrusting harder into his lover who was yearning for this feeling. Lafayette felt his insides become a knot, a knot he so desperately wanted to release. Every thrust drove him wild, Hercules' name was like a third language to him, a simple language, but one that was special, only Lafayette knew and could speak it. Foreign to anyone else, yet he loved it. Lafayette's body was like a home to Hercules, he knew it inside and out, he understood how he worked, what made him tick. He knew jerking his hips a certain way would derive a certain slutty moan only Lafayette could make. He knew a slight tug on his hair would draw out a scream that was music to Hercules. When these two were together it was a symphony of moans that to each other was their own special song. They're favourite one to play.

Hercules sped up his thrusts, drawing Lafayette closer and closer to his high, like the slow build up of a song before the final chorus. Hercules could sense this, he knew from the way Lafayette was twitching that he was close. And so his thrusts got faster, he tilted his thrusts and hit the bundle of nerves that elicited the most unholy sound from Lafayette. Lafayette couldn't bear it any longer, he screamed Hercules' name one last time before cumming hard, panting and moaning more when Hercules didn't stop. Finally, Hercules hit his high, burying his throbbing member deep inside his lover as he came inside him. The two shared that moment of pure bliss until Hercules pulled out, his hot, white cum dripping down Lafayette's leg.

The two men redressed and walked back out into the room. Instantly regretting their decision. The two Brits had retreated to the back of the room. John sat mindlessly drinking, next to him was a fully naked James riding Thomas. John seemed to have lost all care as the two Virginians seemed so entranced in their own task, the loud moans of James and the low grunts and groans of Thomas. James was repeating Thomas' name like a prayer. John took another mindless sip of his beer, his body bouncing ever so slightly from James' rough movements on Thomas, causing the couch to shake.

Lafayette was about to ask where Alexander and Washington were when suddenly~

"SIR!!! HARDER!!! OHHHHH MY GOD!"

Oh my god was right. What the hell happened tonight? James and Thomas fucking was expected, Aaron had likely gone home when that started, but Washington fucking Alexander? The man he treated like a son... That was unexpected.

"YOU LIKE THAT YOU PRETTY LITTLE SLUT? OH GOD ALEXANDER YES!"

"S-SIR I'M GONNA-"

The most sinful scream of pleasure imaginable was heard no doubt from Alexander, followed by a low groan from Washington.

"I'm the one who has to go home with him," John said whilst taking another swig of what was likely his 9th beer. He wasn't wrong, John and Alexander were roommates... This was sure to be an awkward conversation. James was still riding Thomas, quite aggressively I might add. His whole body shook as he trembled, pleasure overwhelming him. The two came harmoniously in sync, their moans of the other's name being loud, but considerably quiet compared to that of the Generals' and Alexander's...

What a way to kick off the year...