Baby Don't Sleep // Collab FanFic

Chapter Two

Thomas sighed as he walked in, it was the next day, there weren't many people, but there was enough to be greeted as he walked through the halls to find his office. But was stopped by a certain short immigrant.

"Thomas." He murmured, handing him a large cup of iced coffee, nice. "Here." He mumbled, then began to go back to his office before Thomas stopped him.

"Come see me after lunch, Hamilton. And well further discuss this." He told him, before he dismissed him and walked to his office, a cocky smirk on his lips as he sipped his coffee.

Hamilton watched Thomas walk away. He didn't know why he was all of a sudden pining over this guy who had always been a jerk to him ever since they started working together. He even went and bought him another iced coffee for god's sake (which, in Alexander's opinion, shouldn't be so fucking expensive).

Walking back to his own office, he tried to pinpoint where exactly his desire for Thomas has started. He didn't realise that he would have been so ready to give himself up to Thomas in an instant yesterday. For some strange reason, he trusted the other man, despite how rough he was being. And, if he was being honest, he wouldn't mind Thomas bossing him around for s night. Alex scoffed.

"Talk about hate sex," he muttered, under his breath.

Thomas walked off into his office, sighing as he settled down at his desk, he took another sip of his coffee and leaned back slowly. He happily began to work, because honestly, he couldn't wait until after lunch so he could be able to discuss....just what exactly he and Alexander were up to. Alexander began working not too long after, still thinking over what could be going down between him his enemy.....could he say that? Enemy....it sounded bitter on his tongue, so he shook his head a little towards his thoughts. Thomas....him and Thomas.

After a while, of what seemed like endless amounts of iced coffee and ink, Lunchtime finally arrived. Not that Alex usually cared. Work often took up most of his time, so he was lucky if he could squeeze a granola bar into his day.

But today, he remembered lunch. Thomas was making him remember. He couldn't get the curly haired man's face out of his mind. There seemed to be a permanent smirk on his face, and Alex wanted to be the one who would make it falter.

Making his way to Jefferson's office, he straightened his jacket and tie and prepared himself to face the other man.

Alexander knocked on the closed office door, and waited until he heard a response from the other side.

The door opened, and Alexander was pulled in by Thomas, who immediately shut the door again.

Thomas checked his watch, frowning a little. "You're late." he told him sharply, but shook his head, staring at him for a moment, before he strutted back to his desk. Sitting down at his desk. "Shall we discuss this, then Hamilton?" he asked, taking a sip of his nearly melted coffee, but it was mostly gone, just a few more sips and the clear cup would be empty. Alexander smiled a little, going to sit in front of the males desk and clear his throat. "Right....well..." he chuckled nervously, looking at Thomas, the Virginian looked so intimidating, his dark amber eyes were calm, but sharp and staring straight into Alexanders, his hands were in his lap, body slightly reclined back and legs spread, it was unlike Thomas...(to Alexander) to look so lay back, but he still looked so sharp and so..good looking with that look on his face.

"Well...?" Thomas prompted. Alex couldn't think. Thomas was fucking beautiful. Alex couldn't deny it. It made him hate the man more. Fuck Thomas Jefferson for being so fucking good looking.

Alexander swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. What was he doing here? What good could actually come of this? He was setting himself so that Jefferson could ridicule him.

"Well, what did you wanna see me for?" Alexander tried to appear calm and collected, hoping that Thomas couldn't see how flustered he was.

"Ahh! Of course." Thomas straightened up. Suddenly, this little meet up felt very business like.

"What happened yesterday," Thomas began. "Would you be interested in continuing it? No strings attached, of course."

"Sure, I guess," Alexander replied. He was tingling with excitement, but a small part of him couldn't help but deflate at the statement "no strings attached." He imagined a relationship with Thomas, one filled with passion and yearning and adoration. Alex mentally shrugged. He supposed that sex with Thomas would be good enough for now. He could pine in his own time.

"Wonderful." Thomas smirked softly, nodding to the male and clearing his throat. "That's good." he thought for a moment, "Perhaps you can come over tonight?" he asked slowly, a chuckle leaving him. "I just got some imported wine. It was said to be pretty good stuff." he shrugged. "But of course, that's up to you–here–be a doll and throw this away?" he pointed to the coffee before handing it to him, he had moved the bin to behind Alexanders chair because he sometimes got bored and would just try to throw wads of paper into the trash.

Alex stood up, grabbed the nearly empty cup, and put it in the trash. When he looked back, Thomas' expression was smug and knowing.

"Very good, Alexander."

Alexander rolled his eyes, but deep down he couldn't ignore the way his heart fluttered with validation at Thomas' statement.

"So tonight, huh?" Alexander asked.

Thomas nodded. "I'll take you straight there after work."

"Do I need to bring anything...?"

Thomas didn't answer, but just took a moment to observe the smaller man. Eventually, he offered a reply. "No. Just yourself will be fine."

Hamilton nodded and quickly made his way out of Thomas' office, trying to subdue his jitters of excitement.

Thomas nodded as he watched the male's (poorly hidden) excitement when he left his office and sighed softly, smirking to himself. He knew his Alexander would be able to learn fast from all the commands he gave him, and that's exactly how he liked his...partners.

Alexander walked to his office with a smile on his lips, god, his heart was pounding now as he walked on, he couldn't wait for Thomas to be alone with him again, and he tried to tell himself that he didn't want Jefferson to treat him the way he did...but he loved it, truly.