Baby Don't Sleep // Collab FanFic

Chapter One

It wasn't unlike Thomas Jefferson to be like he was, because obviously, he was who he was. First things first, he was snarky. Snarky as hell, but he could be caring, if he wanted.... But Fuck, he didn't want to. Honestly, he could care less of what other people wanted or thought. As long as he had his coffee and his laptop charger, he was fine. He could stay up all night, sipping his iced coffee and typing emotionlessly on his laptop for his newest article on the latest news Washington gave him. Though lately, he had been getting work with the one man he hated, Alexander Hamilton. The thought of him just made him want to groan out loud. He was a demon, he could swear on it. Usually, Thomas rarely talked to him, beside the meetings where they almost always disagreed on everything and anything. And whenever the two where together, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He huffed as he walked into the office building, a large cup of StarBucks iced coffee in his hand as he walked in, nodding to the few men who greeted him, but looking bitter, as always. It's unlike Jefferson to be 'excited' to go to work. It parted him from his mansion, Monticello. And some people swore he loved his own home more than America, but he wasn't saying they were wrong, probably because he never heard of the rumors being said.Thomas entered his office, and placed his coffee down on his desk. With the intentions of starting the day's workload straight away, he opened his laptop and brought up a couple of emails from Washington he had yet to reply to. He began typing, but was almost instantly interrupted by a knock at his door. He groaned.
"Come in."
And who else would it be? Hamilton, obviously. Just the thing he needed to make the morning that little bit easier.
Thomas practically grimaced when he saw who had entered his office.
"God, Hamilton," he sighed, annoyed. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Shut the fuck up," the smaller man instantly replied. "I've got some documents here that Washington said you'd need."
He carelessly tossed the thick stack of said documents on Thomas' desk, and in doing so, knocked over Thomas' iced coffee in the process.
The room was silent. Hamilton could tell that Thomas wasn't in the greatest of moods anyway, so this really was the icing on the cake.
"Uhhhhhh..." Alexander tried to come up with something intelligible, but failed.
"Get. Out. Now." Thomas' nostrils flared in rage. "Get the fuck out."
And for once, Hamilton didn't argue, and slowly slipped out of the door. Thomas sighed and rubbed his eyes. This was perfect. Fucking perfect. He began to clean up the mess that Hamilton made, lamenting the loss of a perfectly good beverage. Maybe he'd force the other man to buy him another. Maybe not. Maybe he'd like another form of payment.
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Alexander clumsily walked out of Jefferson's office, in hysterics, really. He smiled nervously towards the people around him, walking on to his office, somehow with a look of shame on his face. But Thomas? Oh Thomas was just pissed. The Virginian huffed, loud. Probably a little over the top, but he couldn't give two shits of what the others would say. "Fucking..../christ/." He growled, putting the lid back on the now immortals empty cup of coffee (he had placed the ice cubes in there so they wouldn't melt on the floor) and threw it in the bin just a couple feet away from him. Sighing curses as he cleaned up his desk so it wouldn't be sticky later on. Once he had cleaned he relaxed back into his recliner, thinking of what he could tell or perhaps do to Hamilton for ruining his drink and a few papers next to it. And soon, a devilish smirk popped onto his face.
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The end of the work day rolled around. Jefferson checked his watch. It was still early by Hamilton's standards, but everyone else had already started packing up to go home. He lingered for a while, waiting until everyone left to make his way to Hamilton's office. When he arrived, he didn't bother knocking. He walked right through and saw the Caribbean man's eyebrows lift up slightly in surprise, but apart from that, Hamilton seemed indifferent.
"I expect an apology," Thomas declared
"I'm sorry you put your shit in places that you shouldn't."
"Excuse me?"
Hamilton rolled his eyes. "Drinks don't go on the fucking edge of a desk, you dick."
"Shut up. I want you to reimburse me," Thomas said, his voice akin to a growl. That caught Hamilton's attention.
"How so?" Alexander seemed to have lost some of his cockiness. Thomas rolled his eyes a bit, placing his hands on the immigrants desk, leaning in threateningly. His eyes narrowed into practically slits as they locked into Hamilton's. The smaller man leaned back slowly, swallowing a little.
"Buy me another one." He finished, staying still though, Alexander could nearly feel his breath on his face, even with leaning back.
"Excuse me? I'm not going to replace something that was mostly your fault. You selfless asshole." Alexander hissed, but nearly choked when Thomas inched closer, and he froze in place.
"Do it. Or I'll be sure to make your life a living hell. Trust me." The male smirked, then shook his head, his curls bouncing with the movement as he leaned up. "You can't change my mind Hamilton, it's already been made."
Hamilton wasn't going to let Jefferson win. Not this easily.
"Oh really?" He lifted an eyebrow. Trying not to seem intimidated, he carried on. "Bold of you, Tommy. Real bold."
Hamilton couldn't help it. He'd never learned to shut up, and this situation wasn't any different.
Thomas' reaction wasn't the one that Alex expected. The taller man simply chuckled coldly. The fact that the laugh had no actual amusement or emotion in it made Alexander start to wish that he had never opened his mouth in the first place.
It seemed to him that Thomas has finally snapped.
Thomas stopped laughing and looked Hamilton dead in the eye. "Stand up." Alexander swallowed a little, he cleared his throat. "What? Are you—? Are you fucking serious? You can't tell me what to do. You can come into my office and order me around—"
"You can't come into my office and start shit either. Stand the fuck up, Alexander." The Virginian hissed. It was rather a harsh comment, and Alexander nodded a little, nervously standing and dropping his pen, he barely even noticed Thomas used his first name, based off of the fact that he had pissed him off and he was actually really intimidated by the males height and his MuScLes. Thomas took his time looking at the other man. He dwarfed Alexander. He had at least a head of height on him. And, if he was being honest, he was kind of enjoying bossing Hamilton around.
Alex tried to hide his own stirrings but found it hard to do so when this /fine ass/ man was examining him.
Without warning, Thomas reached out and grabbed a handful of Alexander's hair. He pulled, gently at first, testing the boundaries. He saw Alexander's eyes light up with some sort of fire. Thomas took this as a signal of approval and continued, pulling harder. Alexander couldn't help the soft groan that left his lips as the taller male pulled his hair, his eyes met Thomas' unafraid, now.
The Virginian tutted gently, shaking his head. "Quiet." He demanded "We don't need to be heard, you fucker." He hissed softly, but watched the smaller man's response once more as he tugged his locks, and he couldn't help the soft chuckle that left him. "Damn Hamilton...." he sighed, and couldn't help but feel a little aroused at the sight, god...he looked so helpless against that hand..Thomas' eyes travelled down to Hamilton's exposed throat. He licked his lips, and began sucking on Alexander's neck.
A moan escaped the smaller man, causing Thomas to tighten his grip on Alex's hair.
Drawing back, Thomas spoke. "I've warned you to be quiet."
Alex kept his mouth closed, and watched Thomas take off his tie and hold it up to Alexander's mouth.
"Hmm," Thomas commented. "This colour suits you. Open up."
Alexander surprised himself with how readily he opened his mouth to allow Thomas to gag him with his designer tie. Alex inwardly scoffed. 'Probably cost the douche a couple hundred dollars for this thing,' he thought.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when Jefferson adjusted the tie, making it tight enough that Alex felt the pressure.Thomas pulled back, looking at the male, he smirked softly at the sight as he nodded a bit, he sighed, moving away to move the male's papers over to the side, before he pat the polished wood. "Mm...look at you. You're being so good for me now. Sit." He commanded, and Alexander was quick to scramble up on then hardwood of the desk. He stared (still up) at Thomas with a little shiver as he ran his hand up the smaller males side, leaning forward to lick and kiss at his throat and collar again, his hands swiftly moving up to untie his tie with a smirk because Alexander made no move to stop him at all. Once Alex's tie and shirt buttons were out of the way, Thomas proceeded to bite and kiss all over Hamilton's torso, marking him as his, showing his dominance, mankind the smaller man squirm. Alexander was aware that he was getting excited. Very excited. He hoped and prayed that Thomas wouldn't notice.
But, of course, Thomas noticed. Thomas noticed, alright, and froze. Slowly, Thomas smirked and stood back away from the desk. He straightened his posture and regarded Alexander, who was still sitting helplessly on the desk.
"Payback, motherfucker," Thomas grinned, an evil expression cast on his face.
Alex's eyes widened, and he began protesting against his makeshift gag.
"Oh! I'll be taking that back now," Thomas commented, and untied the cloth from Alex's mouth.
As soon as the gag was removed, Alexander (unsurprisingly) began speaking at a mile a minute. "So you're just gonna fuck me up like this and leave me? You're gonna get me all worked up and fuck off??!"
Thomas shrugged and began buttoning Hamilton's shirt buttons again, ignoring the other man.
"You dick!" Hamilton swatted Jefferson's hands away.
plied to Alex. "You've has this coming a long time, darling." Alexander stared at him, and kept jerking his hands away when he attempted to button up his shirt again. "How the hell am I going to explain these hickeys?" Alexander hissed, leaving Thomas to chuckle. "That's part of the point, darlin'." He drawled, part of that southern accent he was so proud of showing in that sentence. "You'll find a way, I'm sure." He shrugged, staring at the gag/designer tie he had, then shook his head and tied it on anyways.
Alexander looked pleadingly at Thomas. "Thomas—don't do this." He pleaded. Thomas simply shrugged, and made his way to the door. Emotionless.
He turned back and addressed Alexander one last time. "Not a word."
All Hamilton could do was nod wordlessly.
Thomas was almost out of the office when Alexander decided to speak out.
"Wait! Is this gonna be a... I don't know... a thing?" Alexander's voice sounded achingly desperate.
Thomas didn't turn around, but answered him all the same, his hand still on the door handle.
"I suppose." He paused. "But I'm making the rules. You've given me enough shit already. It's time I get something in return."
And with that, the Virginian stalked out of Alex's office, leaving the smaller man sitting on his desk, love bites exposed on the places that his hair and collar don't reach.