Alexander looked shockingly into Jefferson's eyes and gulped as he noticed the empty and hurt glint in them. {Jefferson was hurt and desperate, he wasn't thinking straight} he told himself, or at least that's what he hoped. “No..Jefferson I-um” { what am I supposed to say in this situation?! What the actual Fuck! How did I even end up in this position with Thomas Jefferson of all people anyway!} “Jefferson, let me go” he sounded demanding but on the inside he was panicking, afraid of what a desperate man like Jefferson would do in this kind of situation, cause the last thing he needed was Jefferson snaking his way into Alexander's head and making him emotionally confused.
“Why should I?” he practically growled.
“Because this is wrong! We don't like each other and I don't like where this is going you asshole!” the answer was rushed and hurried and at this point he decided to abandon all pity he felt for the man at the moment and focus on getting free.
“You need to shut up with the stupid names, its annoying” Alexander had enough he was about to knee him in the junk when.
“Though your right” he sighed “I-I’m sorry” he stepped away and a wave of relief washed over Alexander like water.
“You should probably go” He wasted no time rushing to the point as he needed some time to think to himself of what just happened and how he even triggered Jefferson in such a way.
“I should” the taller male turned around and walked out and closed the door promptly behind him. Alexander went to his chair and sat down with a huff of air he had been holding in and he then saw in the corner of his eye, Thomas Jefferson's cane, fan-fucking-tastic.
P.O.V CHANGE
Thomas didn't know what he was doing as he caged Hamilton against the wall in a act of frustration and desperation for a partner. He honestly didn't know what he was thinking. {What was Alexander saying? Was he trying to purpose something with the rambling of me finding something or someone better?} He eternally hoped so, cause with his now dead relationship with James he had nothing stopping him from having Hamilton.
“No..Jefferson I-um” his voice was frail and it tempted Thomas, he sounded adorable like that. {Why can't he talk like this more often?} he questioned himself {is he nervous?} “Jefferson, let me go” the spell was broken as he heard the demanding and serious tone of Alexander, he eternally flinched.
“Why should I?” he didn't wanna let go, he really didn't wanna let go, he was mad that Alexander didn't return his feelings, {why couldn't he return his feelings?} he was upset and desperate and he knew it but damn it he just wants to feel special again, the way he felt with James, he wanted it back but with Alexander and not his lying exboyfrind.
“Because this is wrong! We don't like each other and I don't like where this is going you asshole!” The words hit Thomas like a train and he wished Alexander would stop calling him that.
“You need to shut up with the stupid names, its annoying” Thomas looked at Alexander and realised what he was doing, he was making Alexander uncomfortable, uncomfortable and scared. He noticed how the smaller man was slightly shaking and how his eyes looked nervous and how tense he was, he knew he was one hair away from getting punched in the face and that was the last thing he wanted. “Though your right” Thomas let out a sigh of failure and disappointment {how could I have thought he would return my feelings?} “I-I’m sorry” {and how could I have done that to him?} He stepped away and he saw all the tension and fright wash away from Alexander.
“You should go” he nodded, Alexander was right and even though he wanted to stay he knew he had all ready out stayed his welcome.
“I should” Thomas walked out of the room and closed the door and started walking back to his office. “What the fuck was I thinking?” he hissed out loud to himself “I completely lost my cool and now I doubt Alexander will even come close enough to breath the same air as me now!” he face palmed and he had the overcoming need to drink now and started jogging to his office and when he got there he closed his door and walked over to a case on top of his book shelf.
He brought the case down and set it on his desk and opened it to a nice bottle of expensive and nicely aged wine. At first he got his glass and only took small portions but after a while he started poring it needily into the glass and after that he decided to ditch the glass entirely and abandoned it on his desk and soon enough he was drunk as a sailor and lounging on his office couch.
The couch were Alexander had been sleeping on.
Alexnader
He took another swig.
P.O.V CHANGE
Alexander groaned as he walked out of his office, Jefferson has left his stupid cane in Alexander's office and he might as well just drop it off and go. He rounded the corner and passed Jefferson's secretary who told Alexander that now wouldn't be a good time to see Jefferson as he seemed to be in a mood, but what harm would come out of just wordlessly dropping off his cane in his office?
As Alexander opened the door he stopped dead in his tracks and groaned “really Jefferson, really?” Jefferson was sprawled out on the same couch Alexander woke up on when he passes out. Though this time instead of it holding a sickly man it held a drunk ass Thomas Jefferson with a bottle of wine in his left hand.
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Hey guys!
So I am currently editing the other paragraphs sense I realized the my editing wasn't the best. I thought about getting a editor for this but decided against it sense I normally like to just post whenever I want without waiting or people messing with my wording, so far chapters 1 & 2 are edited :/ hopefully I get the motivation to edit the rest lol
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A unexpected transition (Jamiton)
Historical Fiction(Thomas Jefferson X Alexander Hamilton) Art work and Characters do not belong to be and all credits go to the Artist and the creator of Hamtion. Alexander Hamilton is a busy man going through a rough period and Thomas Jefferson is his sworn enemy wi...
