Hamilton x Male Reader - One Shots

Busy Thinking About Boys - Phillip

[Let's Start]

(Narrators Pov)

      The short, messily curly haired, male wondered into the small apartments bedroom, pulling his long, brown hair into a ponytail. Pushing the door shut with his foot he kept on walking towards the male who was laid upon the cotton sheets, the duvet only coming half way up his waist, and covered most of the little tattoos he had along his side. The h/c haired male had his body splayed out upon the sheets, looking lazily out of the double windows that looked out upon a vast wasteland of towering city buildings and apartment complexes. Turning his attention back to the Hamilton entering the room he hummed in acknowledgement of his presence, looking back towards the window, where a dark oragw hue sat outside the city, just out of reach. Taking a deep breath in, the male walked over to the bed, and laid down upon it next to his lover, placing his head on the man's chest as he did so, letting out a sigh of relief, it had been a long day.

"You remember that my parents are coming over tomorrow?"

"Yes, Pip."

     The sky grew dark, raincoulds accumulated quickly and yet the orange brightness still remained, everlasting in the late night dystopia. The water dripped down to the ground again and again, rushing down the window to beat each other in the race to first pace, the night was still humid despite the cold weather, whether or not that aspect changed a thing in life was still in question.
      Phillip gently ran his fingers over the other man's tattoos, remembering his own that snuk up his arm, and then blossomed into a pale flower on his shoulder. Breaking the slience with a slow, almost unbearable tune that h strumming against the males chest, then quietly hummed the tune to go with it. 

"You'll have to hide that, from your father at least,"

"They aren't that bad, plus my father has tattoos, he shouldn't care."

"Yeah, you say that, but he tore a strip outta you and nearly made us break up when he found that I had piercings and tattoos, and especially that I rode a mo-ped, I think you want to hide that tattoo when he comes over."

"Eh-yeah, you're right, I can't wait until my mother meets you, she'll love you, I just know it."

"No one can hate me more than your father does, Pip,"

     Giggling over the comments, Phillip went back to tracing patterns and tapping the rhythm of songs into his partners side. Pulling the duvet over the both of them, m/n let out a little yawn and cuddled up into the pillow and sheets for warmth while he slept. Phillip did the same, but instead, he wrapped and arm around the other male, snuggling into his thin and ripped shirt, that was annoyingly just ripped in all of the wrong places. M/n peeked an eye open, watching the make curl into him, before wrapping his arms over the male as well, pressing his nose into the males hair and letting sleep claim his consciousness.

{The End}