Baby Don't Sleep // Collab FanFic

Chapter Five

In the morning, Thomas was already up. He had went down to the cellar and retrieved their clothes, and had managed to be able to wash them in the time he woke up to the time Alexander woke. He greeted the naked immigrant with a smirk, who was flustered looking as he put on his pants and boxers. He greeted Thomas with a soft hum, the Virginian nodded, handing him his tie and shirt, before he went to his huge closet, coming back in a tank top and sweatpants.

Alexander stared at him. His eyes wide. Dear lord, he looked so good even with clothes on. The smaller man sloshy walked to him, and planted a kiss to his jaw.

"Can't we have another round?" he purred, but Thomas chuckled, pulling away from him to walk away, snickering , putting on his fake glasses.

"Are you seriously wearing glasses with no prescription?" Alexander asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"And what about it...?" Thomas replied, sassy as ever.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Alex hurriedly said. "Just kinda killed the mood, is all."

"Oh?" Thomas replied, not really listening to Alexander anyway. He was preoccupied with putting his hair up with a hair tie. Alex watched Thomas as his muscles flexed while his arms were working on his hair. His eyes roamed all over the Virginian's body...the cut of the tank top hit him justright, framing his shoulders and hugging his chest perfectly.

Thomas rose a brow, glancing over to the immigrant with a soft smirk when he caught him staring, slowly letting his arms down, going over to Alexander and shaking his head.

"What?" he asked, but his voice was softer.

Alexander stuttered softly, placing a slow hand on the man's bicep, the other on his chest, leaning up to kiss him. The kiss was slower, timed different than the others where. It was more content, and the male's glasses bumped his face lightly when they moved closer, making Thomas pull away slowly.

"Thomas...you're so attractive," Alexander blurted out, making the male chuckle.

"Yeah?"

He nodded quickly. "Like you're just—perfect. In all ways and I just—"

Thomas raised a hand to stop him. "Stop it. You're babbling. Come with me. I made breakfast."

Although the man was pretty proud of what was just said, from the man he thought hated him, he avoided that topic. He'd chat about this...relationship over breakfast.

Soon they were seated at Thomas' dining room table, with bowls of cereal in front of them, eating in a comfortable silence.

Thomas chewed his cornflakes pensively, thinking about the kiss they had just shared. He had told himself at the start of all this that under absolutely no circumstances was he to catch feelings for Alexander. Well, there he was, doing just that.

He scolded himself for being so vulnerable to emotion. He was Thomas Jefferson, goddammit. He doesn't do emotion. This little gremlin sitting at his dining table has made him question himself, though. Of all the people, he had to go and fall for Hamilton.

Thomas stole a glance at the other man, who was pouring himself another bowl of cereal. The morning light that beamed through the window shone highlights of gold on Alexander's soft chestnut locks. Thomas longed to reach out and stroke his hand through Alex's hair, but gently and slowly, unlike the other rough occasions.

Alexander didn't really pay attention to Thomas. He glanced up at the older male slowly, their eyes meeting for a brief moment, before Thomas awkwardly looked back at his bowl, seemingly picking at the cereal as he took a slow sip of milk from his spoon. Alexander rose a brow. He didn't think it was like Thomas to act all shy, so he tried to ask what was wrong.

"Thomas?" he asked softly, raising a brow at him. The Virginian nearly choked on his milk, looking at him and resisting the urge to cough, he started to blush a little at how stupid he seemed to be acting.

"Yes?" he asked softly.

"What are you thinking?" He asked gently, and Thomas smiled, staring at him. Their eyes were locked together, and Thomas couldn't believe he hadn't noticed his feelings for this stunning man sooner. He leaned over, connecting their lips and fluttering his eyes closed. He pulled away slowly, raising a brow.

"How do you want to carry on with this?" he asked softly, raising a brow as he leaned back, picking up his bowl to drink the rest of the milk as he waited for an answer.

Alexander didn't know what to say. He could still feel Thomas' lips on his own.

"I thought- I thought you didn't want to, you know .." Alex trailed off. He could barely speak, his head was frazzled, and all he could think of was Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.

Thomas spoke carefully and slowly. "I don't want to...rush...into anything we may regret. But it wouldn't be too bad if we actually, you know, met up now and then in between our...um... activities."

Alexander nodded in earnest.

Thomas smiled softly. "Good. Very good," he agreed.

Alexander swallowed and looked at him. His eyes were a bit wide, and he nodded when Thomas offered to take his bowl to clean. Alexander slowly got up and went after him, and once the male was at the sink, Alexander came up behind him and slid his arms up and down his back.

Thomas hummed, leaning back as he let the warm water run over his hands and rubbed the bowls with a wash rag. He squirted a bit of dish soap into the rag then got in inside and out of the bowls, humming happily. Alexander watched him, how his shoulder muscles tensed and relaxed with how he washed the things.

They seemed content. So content.