His Touch (Jefferson x Hamilton)

Agreement

The next morning was gray and overcast. A sure sign that the day ahead was bound to be much the same. Alexander put on his last clean pair of pants, tucking his emerald green shirt carefully in it. Straightening out the wrinkles in his socks, and putting on a warm coat. He wanted to look desirable and handsome, but at the same time he didn't want Thomas to see him as desperate just in case he ended things.

He really needed this job, so he doesn't end up back on the street. Thomas was his only key to living a stable life. He didn't need Thomas rethinking what they had. Money can make people do crazy things. Like how it makes Alexander suck up to Thomas.

While Alex was trying not to look desperate, Thomas was home preparing for the day ahead of him. His mind was filled with images of Alexander. Alexander fucking Hamilton whom he would have to see again after 3 years of trying to forget him, and not just meet him but possibly pursue a sexual relationship with him. The 15 minute wait was killing Thomas. He tried to not be so nervous. He wasn't scared of Alexander, he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to. He could laugh in Alexander's stupid pretty face and sashay out of there and never see him again. But even as he toyed with that idea he knew he could never, not to him, no now that he had gotten a taste, a glimpse into this world he could have with him he wasn't so sure he was ready to just let it all go.

Both men headed out to the coffee shop.

Thomas was the first to arrive thanks to his car. After ordering a latte Thomas tries to keep a straight face as the barista babbled at him, knocking over a stack of cups as he hands over his credit card.

"W-will-th-that be be all Mr. Jefferson?" the barista asked as he rang up the purchase.

"Yes, thank you," Thomas answered before walking to a small wooden table near the window.

The coffee shop was a cozy little building designed to fit teenagers and young adults. The walls were painted in soft white colors. Fairy lights hung around the shop. Oak wooden tables with black legs that had white seating.

Thomas pulled out his phone and decided to text Alex letting him know that he's here. Putting his phone down he takes a sip of his coffee. Scanning the room he sees so many faces, stare at him. He even noticed a woman stared unblinkingly at him while her husband stared at her rudely from the other side of the table.

As Alexander walked up to the cafe he kept in mind that Thomas had already arrived. And he takes a deep breath before he pulls the door open and heads inside. Scanning the room, he notices Thomas sitting right by the window. He enters the building and walks over to the counter. His body shaking slightly as he orders a cappuccino.

Thomas almost choked on his latte as he watched Alexander Hamilton paying for a coffee. Quickly hoping he hadn't seen he wiped up the drops that had dribbled onto the table and coughed into his fist, quietly reprimanding himself and trying to keep it together. If Hamilton knew he had such an effect on him he might use it against him and try to climb his way to the top. His memories of Alexander in the debate club were anything but fond. He was a huge hot head, and thought he was so smart and for every debate he won. Even though it was only class work his anger grew and Alexander's ego grew as well.

Thomas had relished in beating Alexander when the verbal fights no longer satisfied them. He couldn't help himself, and he always had the mindset of Alexander having to be put in his place.

It didn't matter if Hamilton had gorgeous blue eyes, or a rocking body, or Jefferson had seen Alex with some exchange student laughing with the kid at a coffee shop on their first day of school. And Thomas had made a huge fool of himself in front of Alexander and his friend James.