Hamilton One-Shots For Your Soul

What The Actual Hecking Heck *Jeffmads* *Fluff*

Look who decided to crawl back from Hell?

James turned over in bed, nearly dying at the sight. He screeched, falling out of the bed and grunting as he hit the floor. The bed shook slightly, and Thomas looked over the edge.

"Did we sleep together again?" He asked, rubbing his dark eyes. James couldn't help but notice how every curl on his head fell perfectly in place.

He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head and standing back up, wincing at the slight headache he had. Thomas was all over him in seconds, the darker boy already in his more dominant... "friend"'s lap.

Thomas, being the kinky boy we all know him to be, started leaving little kisses down the back on James's neck, but only stopped when James pushed him away and scooted off his lap.

"Thomas, w-we need to t-talk..." James started. The dipshit started panicking slightly, as James only called him nicknames such as "Tommy".

"And that would be about..?"

"Us."

This set off alarms in Thomas's head, but he choked back a response and sighed, looking at the shorter, more tired looking adult sitting on his legs in front of him.

"T-Thomas, we can't j-just sleep with each other t-then act like nothing h-happened."

"Your point is..?" The curly haired man cocked his head, trying to put the puzzle together in his mind.

"I-if we aren't going t-to... um..." James stuttered off, looking away and blushing. "I-if we keep having, u-uh, you know, I-i don't want to have a n-no strings attached thing."

Thomas smiled devilishly, growling dominantly and pinning James onto the bed. "I think I understand~" he whispered, blowing raspberries on James's neck and chest, only succeeding in making the smaller man giggle and squeal in laughter.

"James, are you telling me *raspberry* that you want *another one* a relationship?"

The boy, still giggling btw, nodded frantically, not really sure what Thomas asked.

"I like the idea of it. Tonight, I'll pick you up at 6. Don't dress overly formal, but dress nice." Thomas smiled, climbing off of the darker boy to get his clothing back on.

James sat up, a little freaked out. He sat on his butt with his legs to his sides, pouting.

"Daddy, please won't you stay a bit longer?" He whined, fully aware that that would get Thomas to stay.

The curly haired man did stop in his tracks, sighing and tossing his large hoodie to James who immediately pulled it on over his head. Thomas climbed back onto the bed after pulling on his pants, laying on his side and curling up next to the bab.

"I think I'm in love with you, Tommy."

"I know I'm in love with you, James," Thomas smiled, kissing the back of James's neck. "And I hope you don't forget that."