james madison.
Motherfucker.
James was kissing a stranger at a party. His first time at a party since high school and he was making out with a stranger. A very hot stranger, a hot stranger who pulled him aside and whispered in his ear and made James all giddy with energy.
The stranger was warm and his kisses were sweet and experienced, growing rougher as James reciprocated as best he could. He broke away, breathing gently. "I'm making out with a stranger in a stranger's hallway," he murmured.
The man smiled. "You're making out with a stranger in Lafayette's hallway."
James blinked. "You know the host?"
"Everyone knows the host." The stranger looked a little confused.
"I don't know the host." James' shoulders fell.
"You know someone who knows the host," The stranger prompted, chuckling.
"Ah." James' hands fluttered up and grasped the stranger's shirt, but he didn't have enough confidence to kiss him again.
Didn't matter, though. The stranger did it for him. Pulled back into a warm, messy kiss, James found himself melting again. Pleasure cascaded through his body and fizzled further south.
James could hardly believe his luck. Even then, though, something in the back of his mind was pulsing, hungry, full of warning. This could be dangerous. This man, he didn't know him. He didn't know if he could trust him, trust the guy who pulled him aside and now has his hands roaming in places other people couldn't touch.
James didn't know if he should just... enjoy the moment while it let itself pass by, or leave, fearful of the outcome.
But the stranger was so, so handsome. Drunk with lust, senses clouded, James melted into their kiss; his warnings losing their power.
[three whole chapters in one day? i need to take a nap.]
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ex-strangers || a jeffmads fic
Fanfiction"i don't even know your name." "but that's what makes it fun." "i know." in which jefferson and madison are strangers who know intimate things. ⚠️ || mature content ahead. proceed with caution.
