Jamilton Oneshots.

Sleep-Deprivation is a Bitch (2/10 spice)

   Alexander yawns without taking his hands off the keyboard. He's been working on this essay, due in four weeks and three days, and he's so close to finishing it. Writing is where he thrives, and this has to be flawless. For the last three hours, he has not taken a break to eat, sleep, or take a shit. And Thomas isn't having it.
   He walks out of their shared bathroom after brushing his teeth and groans when he sees that Alex still hasn't put his laptop away. He hates it when Alex gets like this, giving his writing more attention than Thomas.
   "Go to fucking sleep, Alexander," Thomas mutters, taking a seat next to him on the bed.
   "No," he grumbles, rubbing his eyes, "just one more page."
   "Oh my God, Alex. You're a fucking sweaty try-hard."
   He lets out a small gasp. "Say that again, Tommy, and I will murder you with a box-cutter."
   "I don't doubt you will," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around Alex's waist and leaning his head on his shoulder. He presses his lips to his neck, humming tiredly, but Alex pushes him away.
   "I need to work."
   "You need to take a break. Sleep-deprivation isn't a joke, bitch."
   "This is more important than sleep."
   "Wow, okay. I see I have to step up my game. So here we go: if you don't put that away, I'm revoking sex from you for a week."
   Alexander freezes, heat rising in his cheeks, before saying, "Oh, shit."
   "That's right."
   "Fine," he groans, closing his laptop and pushing it away. He turns to Thomas, smiling sleepily. Thomas places his hands on Alex's hips, pulling him closer and planting a light kiss on his lips. He brings him down under the covers, holding him close to his chest.
   Alex sighs happily into his neck, tangling his hands into Thomas's sexy hair. It was probably one of his favorite parts of his boyfriend, other than his personality, of course. Oh, God, he has a hair kink now.
   After settling into Thomas's arms, he finds himself unable to fall asleep. He's so fucking tired, but he's barely slept in the last few days, and his body has gotten used to his shitty sleep schedule.
   He opens his heavy eyelids, gazing at Thomas's perfect face. His expression is soft, his lips parted slightly, as his chest rises and falls with each of his breaths. He's simply beautiful. He never would've admitted that before they started dating. Obviously.
   "Alexander," Thomas says softly, making him jump a little. "You're awake?"
   "Yeah."
   Thomas reaches out a hand to Alex, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear, as he presses a soft pair of lips onto his. Alex smiles against his mouth, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Thomas pulls away, grinning wearily and leaning his forehead against Alex's. He murmurs one last thing before falling back to sleep: "I'm gay as fuck."
   Alex whispers, "I love you," so quietly that even if he was awake, he wouldn't be able to hear it.