Our Glory is Now //Jeffmads Oneshots

TEACHER STUDENT AU

AN: GET LIT —> Teacher! Jefferson and Student! Madison

This was my first request, thx to TheKawiiShipper for that. Leave more requests y'all!

Thomas tapped his fingers on his desk. It was the first period with these particular students, and he was expecting the same span of stereotypes that was typical for the people that showed up.

A sweet looking man with blondish hair came in, his arms crossed over his chest and his glasses perched on his nose. A second blond man followed his closely, this one with a cape and a snobbish appearance. He only smiled at the smaller man.

The asshole that probably runs a drug system and the boy who deserves better. Poor kid, all stupid and in love.

Thomas scanned the new students just filing through the door. Three women walked together, dressed in pastels, and Thomas quickly identified them as the 'clique'.

Definitely rich. They don't look too bad though, maybe we finally get a kind set of girls.

A French man and a football star filed into the room, snickering about sex and politics. A smaller man trailed after them, doodling turtles in his book. Thomas sat up a little straighter.

My gaydar is going hella off, where's his queer love interest??

The newest man walked in with three books and a laptop, clearly well prepared and bisexual as fuck. He looked at the Turtle man and stopped dead in his tracks, staring for a solid thirty seconds. Thomas had to restrain himself from laughing.

Thomas started staring too when a man wearing a sweater and a tired expression walked in. Thomas could tell that he didn't give a single fuck about stereotypes, and was likely creating his own in his head.

What is his name and how old is he, cause I want some of that if he's gay and legal.

Thomas' eyes followed the boy to his seat and only snapped out of it when he heard French guy say cautiously,

"Monsieur? Are we going to start class...?"

Thomas nodded sharply. "Hello class, I'm Mr. Jefferson. You'll start by telling me you're names and ages and whatever fact if you'd like to add one. I just want a feel for what you're about,"

I just want that one guy's sweet ass.

They went around adding little things about themselves, and then the class arrived at Hot And Hella Tired™️ where Thomas' mind was really paying attention.

"I'm James Madison, age 21, and I'd like to be home right now. Unfortunately, I'm in this motherfucking classroom, so let's skip the social bullshit and get on with it," James stared pointedly at Thomas.

Thomas' eyes widened. This guy is hot, really hot. "Noted, James. Let's start on the Revolutionary War,"

The class passed, and the weeks went by fast. Thomas found himself befriending James and getting even more attracted to the man. James was feeling a little of that too, but he refused to admit it to anyone, including himself.

After class, he stayed behind to talk to Thomas. "Mr. Jefferson?"

"Call me Thomas. If we're close enough to have gone golfing last Thursday then you can use my real name," Thomas winked and leaned back.

James blushed faintly. "Thomas, I was wondering if you could walk me to the park down the street. I'm a little scared of getting...jumped or mugged, to be blatant. It is New York, after all,"

"It's getting a bit dark. Sure, I'll take you," Thomas got up and linked his arm with James' as he escorted him outside.

They walked on in a silence that was comfortable but a little heavy. Finally James broke the silence.

"How old are you?"

"Only 23. This is my first year teaching,"

James' eyes widened. "Woah. Have you ever dated a student?"

Thomas blushed at the question. "I haven't, but I wouldn't mind it. They're legal. I'm gay, though,"

James nodded. "Well, I know someone who likes you,"

"Hmm? And who is that?"

"His name is James, and he asked you to walk him down the street so he'd have the opportunity to tell you about his crush,"

Thomas stopped abruptly. "James?"

James shut his eyes briefly, bracing himself for the rejection. "Yeah?"

"Do you want to go out on Friday?"

James nodded vigorously. "Please,"

Thomas grinned. "See you then, Jemmy James~"

AN: That's the first request finished, tell me if ya like it!
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