Baby Don't Sleep // Collab FanFic

Chapter Seven

The last morning of the weekend arrived, much to the dismay of Alexander. He was enjoying spending time in this amazing house... he felt as though he was on vacation, in a private plot of land that was meant for only him and Thomas to share together.

Thomas hated to admit it, but he felt the same way. He had finally gotten around to the fact that he didn't exactly hate Alexander.

The revelation came to him when the two men were still lying in bed that morning, just after waking up. Thomas looked over to where Alexander was still laying, and it hit him like a ton of bricks: he was head over heels for Alexander Hamilton.

Alexander slept soundly, with Thomas keeping his eyes on him for a few moments, taking a deep breath before he slowly slid out of bed, pacing to the door and disappearing to the living room. He rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"What the fuck is going on with me?" he mumbled softly, and looked towards the bedroom with a nervous sigh. He hadn't felt this heart rushing feeling in a long time.

He made his way to the kitchen and began to make a pot of coffee, just to give himself something that could occupy his mind for a while. However, it didn't work very well, and his thoughts beelined back to a certain co worker that was in his bed.

Thomas rubbed his eyes again. How could he have let himself fall for Hamilton? He promised himself that this was only physical, only business. Now his stupid ass had brought emotions into the mix.

Thomas massaged his temple as he waited for his coffee, and once he got it finished he poured himself a considerably big amount. He got out the milk and poured a little before mixing it with a sigh. He closed his eyes when he got a drink of the coffee, he hated that he fell in love with him. Fucking hated it and he just tried to get the thought out of his head but all it did was bring the image of the immigrant back into his head. The thought of his smile, his beautiful chestnut hair that was so soft to touch, but easily pull-able. He cringed, pushing his coffee away, just as Alexander wandered in, raising his brow.

"You left me," he murmured, his voice slightly hushed in his tired state.

He went to embrace Thomas, but the taller man backed away awkwardly.

"There's coffee there for you," Thomas said, trying to redirect the other man.

Alexander gave Thomas a puzzled look, but shrugged and poured himself a cup. They sat in silence for a while, with Alexander being oblivious to Thomas' mood.

Alexander then broke the silence. "I don't wanna leave," he said quietly. "I love this. I love spending time with you."

Thomas tensed at this declaration. He eyed Alex, who looked as if there was nothing wrong in the world. He looked happy. He looked like he belonged in Thomas house, with Thomas' oversized pyjamas hanging on his body.

"Right..." he murmured and bit his lip lightly. The sight of Alexander was just beautiful. His neck was stained with hickeys from their nights. Thomas let a fake smile play on his lips, he inhaled slowly. "You'll have to go home eventually, though," he muttered, and Alexander paused.

"Are you alright?" Alexander asked slowly, and Thomas looked confused.

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

"I said I'm fine," Thomas growled. "Get up out my face, I don't need you to fucking baby me."

Thomas watched Alex's face drop. It broke his heart to know that that was his fault, but it had to be done.

Alexander's expression suddenly turned defensive and angry. "Well I'm sorry that I'm fucking concerned. God, it's not such a bad thing to be a good fucking person, Thomas!"