Chapter 1: lord show me how to say no to this
Summary:
Alexander bit down on his lower lip, a faint blush crawling up his cheeks, he really was trying to go. He had to go. He wanted to go. His mouth opened, to try and explain that - yes, this is feeling great, but this is illegal and I’m married - but then Thomas’ mouth is on his, and he doesn’t say no.
Their lips were crushed together in a searing, hot kiss, their teeth smashing together, scraping and biting. Alexander’s eyes widened in shock, and Thomas’ eyes scrunched shut. Alexander steadied Thomas, his hands on the taller man's hips. He found himself closing his eyes, moving his head and suddenly, Alexander was kissing back, with just as much passion as Thomas.
This kiss... it didn’t feel like the soft love he had for Eliza, the gentle kisses and promises, nor did it feel like kissing John, whose kisses were full of deep, adoring, love. It was filled with annoyance, and anger, as if every angry word spat out in a Cabinet Meeting was coming out in sexual actions.
Chapter Text
Alexander Hamilton was a menace... even alone he was trouble. His voice was annoying, and his comebacks burned with hatred, his points and arguments weak and pathetic. Thomas Jefferson hated the man with a burning passion.
He despised Hamilton, dressed in his hideous green suit, looking like fake royalty and looked as if he had cheap money, his long black hair dragged back behind his ears, (honestly, it would look better in a ponytail), with a scraggly beard, waving his arms around as he yelled, and cursed out the room.
Hamilton was stuck on his high horse, and refused to back down, someone had to make him retreat. But, what could Thomas do? He had no dirt on Hamilton, nothing Hamilton would want, and Hamilton hated him, almost as much as Thomas hated him.
“That was the worst meeting yet,” drawled Thomas, as he held his head in his hand, fingers digging into his temples. Another meeting about that stupid Debt Plan, another meeting arguing with Hamilton. Thomas was tired, so tired, his head was pounding and his eyes were dry and heavy.
James Maddison, easily his best and only true friend, looked at him, as he poured out two glasses of water, one for himself and one for Thomas. “Somebody has to stand up to his mouth,” he said, eyeing Thomas, as he pushed the glass towards the taller man.
Thomas grunted and picked up the glass, thick and looked like crystals had been carved in it, and he eyed the clear liquid, “and? You’re looking at me like I’m able to do something.”
James looked at Thomas fully now, eyes shining slightly, as he tapped his index finger to his temple, with his eyebrows raised almost knowingly.
“You already have an idea,” realised Thomas. Of course James already had an idea, he always did, he was brilliant like that.
“Only if you agree to it,” James admitted.
Thomas’ belief in his friend strained slightly at that, noticing the slight shift in his eyes, and stared at his friend warily. That wasn’t promising. “Go on...”
“Sleep with Hamilton, we can — ”
“Whaaaaaat?!” Thomas leaned back in his chair, a grimace on his face, disgusted and horrified at his friend’s suggestion. “Sleep with...” Thomas laughed, because if he didn’t laugh he might cry, “you’ve lost it right?! We talkin’ about the same Hamilton! I despise him, I can’t stand to be around him, James! He can’t stand me! But, more importantly; if I could remind you, it is incredibly illegal, and wrong, to sleep with a man, James!” It was slightly concerning that the illegal part of this whole scenario was secondary, compared to the hatred he felt towards Hamilton. It was even more concerning that the wives and children weren’t even a thought in his head.
James nodded, patiently, full of understanding. “I know - even more of the reason to do it. You’ll sleep with him, then we blackmail him with it, say we go to the press if he doesn’t start agreeing with you — ”
Thomas sighed, this was a stupid idea. It was ridiculous! Insane! Sleep with Alexander Hamilton, that way if it ever got out he was sleeping with a man, he’d be killed, and to keep it all a secret, he’d pay and agree with Thomas and James, he might even just agree to keep it a secret, agree with Thomas, drop the Debt Plan idea...
It was a stupid, long winded plan. But, Thomas hated to admit it could potentially work. It would ruin Hamilton... sleeping with a man, cheating on his wife, and paying to keep it quiet...
“Do I have to sleep with him?” Thomas sighed, arms crossed, he couldn’t think of anything worse. Hamilton... naked...
Actually, he could think of something worse... if he did this, and it got out... Thomas would also be ruined... he would be killed too... imprisoned if lucky... sleeping with a man, cheating on his own wife, blackmailing Hamilton...
“Yes!” James snapped slightly, looking at Thomas.
It actually made Thomas jump in shock, James never snapped or yelled, he stayed calm, in a peaceful tone, soft and gentle. It was never a loud snap, or a yell of anger.
“You go to him, your wife is beating you—“ James paused, eyeing Thomas as if reconsidering. “Your wife has moved out, taken a portion of your fortune and now I’m on your case, on your back constantly, and you don’t have enough money to go on.”
“Seriously?” Drawled Thomas, doubtful. If he could find problems in James’ plan, he wouldn’t have to do this, they could come up with a different plan. “He’d never believe that.” He continued, because as much as he hated to admit it, Hamilton was smart. He’d see through the lie instantly.
James was clearly running out of patience, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed, “you got a better plan?”
There was a tense edge to his tone that had Thomas swallowing slightly. Staring with wide-eyes, Thomas muttered, looking down as he realised, there was no way to get out of this. “No...”
“Good, so we’re doing this.”
Thomas had never seen James so... demanding and... well angry... sure it wasn’t the usual anger most people had, but for James it might as well have been. He must really be losing his patience with Hamilton...
Well, now he had to do this plan, there was no other option.
Nothing happened for the longest time, life had gone on as normal, continuous arguments between Thomas and Hamilton, spitting words full of poison and anger, with James getting frequently tense and frustrated, and Burr sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
Thomas had told James that he couldn’t show up at Hamilton’s when his wife and children were in the house. He couldn’t, I mean... what was he meant to do if he did? He couldn’t sleep with Ham... ugh... he couldn’t even think of it without throwing up in his mouth, couldn’t even finish the damn sentence. But, the excuse worked. James had reluctantly agreed to wait, he couldn’t deny it was safer to be sure the family was gone.
Then finally, it was known that Alexander was home... alone. His wife and children were absent on a visit to her father, with Angelica Church (she scared Thomas, after she had slapped him in the face).
“Now is the time to strike, Thomas.” James said, sitting in Thomas' office, on the opposite side of his desk.
Thomas knew that this wasn’t the right idea. It’s illegal, it’ll break up two marriages if it ever got, cause a distrust from all the children, ruin two political careers, and equally Thomas doesn’t want to sleep with Hamilton!
“James — ”
“He’s probably not slept for weeks, you know he’s always working. He probably misses his wife, and would do anything.” James said, waving his hand as if dismissing any fears Thomas had, his tone borderline excited. “Tonight is the night to strike.”
Thomas noticed how tense James’ shoulders were, as if on edge, as if he was going to get angry if Thomas disagreed. For this reason, Thomas nodded, “sure...” He swallowed and asked, because he had to make sure, “you swear this won’t get out?”
“I swear,” nodded James solemnly. “You think I want your career and life over?” His friend asked, sounding offended at the very notion.
“Well I’d hope not...”
There’s nothing like summer in the city, dark and hot, literally able to smell the warmth of the city, the streets and walls hop. And someone under stress meets someone looking pretty, there’s trouble in the air, you can smell it.
Alexander’s by himself, and he sighed, his shoulders hunched over in his study, writing away by candlelight, his eyes dry and sore as he rubbed them with his thumb and index finger. He hadn’t slept in a week. He was weak, he was awake. You never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break. Longing for Angelica, missing his wife. That’s when Thomas Jefferson decided to strike.
A knock at the door echoed the empty house, causing Alexander to jump in shock. It took him a second to realise what was happening, and groaned when there was another knock. He set his quill down, and got up, popping the bones in his back, rolling his shoulders, and dragged his feet moving to the front door, tiredly opening it to the cold, night air, and froze in shock at the sight before him.
There stood Thomas Jefferson, in his magenta suit, a few buttons undone, and his white undershirt untucked from his pants, his hair fluffed up more than usual, and he had tear tracks down his face.
“Jefferson?”
Thomas swallowed harshly, and he said, “I know you are a man of honor, I’m so sorry to bother you at home.” He held his hands up in a peaceful motion, “but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone...”
Alexander blinked in shock. Of all the things to happen to him tonight, he certainly wasn’t expecting Thomas to appear on his doorstep, a mess, lost.
He said, “my best friends doin’ me wrong. Beatin’ me, hurtin’ me, mistreatin’ me... suddenly Martha’s up and gone, I don’t have the means to go on...” Thomas said, looking down sadly.
Alexander raised an eyebrow, doubtful at what Jefferson said, crossing his arms. “I highly doubt you’re penniless, Jefferson.”
Jefferson shook his head, wiping his eyes, which were tear filled, and as he looked down he admitted, “she took over half the money, Hamilton...”
Alexander swallowed and eyed Jefferson. Really? Half the money? That just isn’t something that happens usually, but... it’s not unheard of, just few and far between. God, Jefferson looked genuinely beat up and devastated. Biting his tongue to hold off on making some snide, sarcastic remark, Alexander sighed out, “I’ll walk you home, Jefferson.” He slipped on his shoes, and stepped out the house, leading Jefferson down the walkway.
“You’re too kind, Alex.”
They walked in silence, awkward, not sure what to talk about or if they should even be talking. Political debates and yelling at each other, with scolding insults and name calling was their only form of “bonding”.
“So, is it Madison or Burr who’s hurting you?” Alexander finally asked, after a few moments of silence had passed between them. He had to know, he knew Madison and Jefferson were close, and honestly assumed it was Burr since the man had started butting into business he shouldn’t be involved in, weaseling his way between Madison and Jefferson.
“James... I don’t know why, but he’s been... relentless...” Jefferson sighed, his shoulders sagging, as he rubbed his arm, one wrapped around his torso protectively.
Alexander frowned. Of all the things, he wasn’t expecting the perpetrator to be Madison. Looking at Jefferson, Alexander realised that he was a lawyer once... why did he stop fighting for people in need? “It’s abuse and assault, Thomas.”
Jeffer– Thomas... Thomas looked over in shock, surprised at the use of his first name from his political rival, and Alexander shrugged, as if it wasn’t that shocking. In Alexander’s opinion, he might as well use first names considering Thomas looked like he was going through some things, and looked like he would keel over from a strong gust of wind.
“Abuse and assault? Yeah right,” Thomas laughed, as if he didn’t believe Alexander. It was assured, and he waved his hand slightly, dismissing Alexander, as if he had come to accept it and had a moment of weakness. He came to a slow pause, “this one's mine...” He sighed, eyeing the place. Alexander assumed he was renting for a while, so that he could be closer to work.
Alexander backed away slightly, nodding awkwardly, eyeing the building, “well, I should head back home.” He said, ready to leave, he didn’t want to be around Jefferson for as long as he had to.
Thomas turned red, and grabbed Alexander’s arm, led him to his bed, let his legs spread and said:
“Stay?”
Alexander blushed, noting the slight bulge in Thomas’s magenta pants and looked away slightly, swallowing, not noticing Thomas slowly strip off his clothes.
“Hey...”
“Hey...” Smirked Thomas.
That’s when they both began to pray, as they stared at each other from a distance, one seductively, the other awkwardly.
‘Lord, show him how to say no to this...’ Thomas thought, desperately. The plan was working, he could admit that. He could see the way Alexander was eyeing him, but god he didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want this at all.
‘I don’t know how to say no to this...’ Alexander thought, helplessly. Thomas was giving him these dark, half lidded eyes, his shirt off revealing a surprisingly toned body. He knew he liked men, he’s known since John Laurens, but after John died no other man took his interest, and he was married. With Children. But... Thomas... ‘But my God, he looks so helpless, and his body’s saying, “hell, yes”.’
Thomas moved to Alexander, and grabbed the smaller man's upper arms and pulled him to the bed, the sheets were a beige colour, and crinkled under Thomas’ body. “Come on, Alexander.” He said, leaning into Alexander, mumbling into his ear, biting the man’s earlobe, and tugging on it with his teeth.
Alexander bit down on his lower lip, a faint blush crawling up his cheeks, he really was trying to go. He had to go. He wanted to go. His mouth opened, to try and explain that - yes, this is feeling great, but this is illegal and I’m married - but then Thomas’ mouth is on his, and he doesn’t say no.
Their lips were crushed together in a searing, hot kiss, their teeth smashing together, scraping and biting. Alexander’s eyes widened in shock, and Thomas’ eyes scrunched shut. Alexander steadied Thomas, his hands on the taller man's hips. He found himself closing his eyes, moving his head and suddenly, Alexander was kissing back, with just as much passion as Thomas.
This kiss... it didn’t feel like the soft love he had for Eliza, the gentle kisses and promises, nor did it feel like kissing John, whose kisses were full of deep, adoring, love. It was filled with annoyance, and anger, as if every angry word spat out in a Cabinet Meeting was coming out in sexual actions.
Thomas’s eyes stayed shut, but relaxed, no longer scrunched together, and he pulled Alexander closer to him, the smaller man crawling onto Thomas’ lap, until their chests were flushed against each other.
Thomas’s nimble fingers began to work on Alexander’s shirt, pulling open the buttons, fingers moving fast, as he slipped his hands against Alexander’s chest. Alexander shuddered, feeling Thomas’s hands caress his skin, move up to his shoulders and pull down his shirt, slipping it down his arms.
Alexander pulled his arms out, his arms wrapping around Thomas’ neck tightly. He felt hands move down his back, and his sides, caressing his hips, before gripping Alexander’s ass.
No! He has to say no to this! Please, let there be a god, make Alexander say no to this! But, he didn’t.
Instead, he began to shuffle up, and worked on Thomas’ pants, pulling the buttons loose, while Thomas worked on his pant buttons, their lips locked the entire time, as Thomas’ thick, wet tongue pushed its way between Alexander’s lips, exploring Alexander’s warm mout, poking and prodigy at cheeks, and teeth, as if trying to memorise the smaller mans mouth - not that Alexander was complaining.
As Alexander leaned up to shuffle his pants off, and Thomas paused in pulling his pants down to his knees, and wow... those eyes... he had never taken notice of Alexander’s eyes before, why would he? All he ever noticed was the glaring, and even then Thomas wasn’t actively looking. When arguing, he was more focused on winning and insulting Alexander, he never noticed much besides the basics and how useless the man was, a disgrace to the nation... but now... Alexander...
His eyes were gorgeous, it was like he was drowning in them. He felt like the sky was the limit, like he was down for the count... he was... Helpless...
Their hardened cocks sprang loose, and Alexander swallowed at Thomas’ thick, girthy length. It would stretch Alexander’s ass nicely, and would reach all the places it had to and more. Alexander almost changed his mind, wanting to taste the mans cock, but wanted to be fucked more.
Alexander sat back on Thomas’ lap, his thighs against Thomas’ skin, he was warm... so warm. He began kissing Thomas’ neck, making Thomas gasped, his head going back, and biting his lip, choking back moans, which slipped out the moment Alexander began sucking on the flesh, teeth digging in every so often, leaving love bites on dark tender skin.
“How the fuck do you have muscles?” Alexander grumbled into Thomas neck, as he glanced down, tracing the abs and muscles Thomas had with his index finger, dripping down to Thomas hardening cock.
Thomas gasped and threw his head back, reaching down and dug his fingers into the smaller man’s hips, “Alexander, please...”
“Call me, Alex,” Alexander begged, as he began to suck on his fingers, and Thomas’ eyes dilated, watching as Alexander sucked and wetted three fingers, and slipped his hand down to his ass.
Thomas moved his hands up Alexander's thighs, gripping his soft ass cheeks, and pulled him up slightly, as Alexander began to finger his tight asshole, pumping it quickly. He never slowed before, and to get Thomas cock in him, he wouldn’t slow no.
The taller man groaned at the sight, digging his fingers into Alexander’s ass cheek, as the shorter moved up, removing his fingers from his stretched hole, and lined the tip of Thomas’ cock against the rim of his ass.
Thomas gasped, jerking up to bury himself into Alexander’s ass, and Alexander pushed Thomas down slightly, “please, it’s Alex please...”
Thomas had yet to call Alexander “Alex”, it felt like it would be breaking the thin veil that kept them separated, but my god... he actually wanted Alexander, either because his cock was throbbing with need, or because Alexander was looking at him with those eyes of his....
“Oh, Alex,” Thomas gasped out, looking up at him, his voice whispered, desperate.
Alexander kissed Thomas harshly, lips crushing together, and lowered himself down onto Thomas’ erect penis, his ass stretching to accomadating for the width, groaning. Thomas moaned in pleasure, feeling the warm, tight hole of Alexander’s ass, as he thrusted up into Alexander, burying himself balls deep in the man, as he dug his nails into Alexander’s ass.
Thomas was bigger than Alexander expected, and moaned loudly, arms wrapping around Thomas’ neck desperately, the tip of Thomas cock buried against his prostate, “fuck, Thomas.”
Thomas groaned, his arms wrapping around Alexander’s back, nails digging into his back. “God, Alex... fuck, you’re so tight.”
Alexander blushed, and rolled his hips, grinding down to Thomas’ cock, the two groaning in unison, as Thomas jerked up, starting to thrust upwards into Alexander.
The shorter man moaned, and let his head fall back, matching Thomas’ thrusts with his hips, riding the man's thick cock, and grunted, feeling Thomas bite down his shoulder, to muffle the moans spilling from the Virginian's mouth.
“Alex, Alex, Alex,” Thomas chanted into his Alexander’s shoulder. Yes, the plan had worked, and his cock was warm, but... phase two...
“I’ve slept with him...” Thomas said quietly to James, sitting at his desk, staring at the floor. He was lost in thought, thinking of Alexander and his eyes. God, his eyes.
James nodded, “good, do it again tonight...” He tapped his temple, and Thomas looked up from under his eyes. “We need more dirt. I’ll write a letter to him in a week's time. Okay?”
“Fine...” Thomas felt awful, disgusted... why can’t he say no?
He watched James leave, and he started to space out, thinking of Alexander’s eyes... god...
A knock at the door jolted him out of his daze, and called out for them to come in. Only for Alexander, the very man who was at the centre of all this madness, to walk in. The shorter man kept his head down, a light blush coating his cheeks. “Hello...”
“Alex...”
Alexander bit his lip and looked down. “I’m here to show you the new Debt Plan... I have improved it —”
Thomas shuffled in his seat, “Alex...” He said very quietly, and said man looked up. The taller man gave him a look, shaking his head slightly. Don’t try to act like nothing happened...
Alexander stared at Thomas, swallowing harshly, “Thomas...” He said just as quietly, before glancing over to the shut door. He looked at the man, “this is illegal...”
It’s illegal, we’re cheating on our wives, we’re hurting our children, we’re ruining our lives, our careers... Thomas knew all of that... but Thomas has seen the way James is recently, the way he’s tense, and looking at Thomas. Even when the plan had just been formed, he was getting tenser and his fist was clenching... Thomas could see James was struggling. He didn’t want to stress his friend out.
“I know,” Thomas said, gesturing Alexander forward with a finger. He had to keep the act going.
Alexander hesitated, before slowly walking over, standing between Thomas’ legs. Alexander glanced down between Thomas’ legs, and licked his lips, the tip of his pink tongue poking out.
Swallowing, Thomas managed to say, “you have really pretty eyes.”
Alexander smirked, slowly kneeling in front of Thomas, gripping at the buttons, and looked up under his eyes, “thank you.”
Thomas gasped, as cool air hit his cock, and Alexander’s hand wrapped around his girth.
Neither of them should be doing this, and they knew that. But, with how Thomas’ long and delicate fingers gripped Alexander’s hair, and Alexander licking the tip of his dick, they couldn’t say no.
Thomas walked into his office the next day, rubbing his eyes, and paused, noticing a mug of coffee, with a note next to it. Thomas swallowed, walking over and picked the note up, and read the letter, his face turning red as he did.
My dearest, Thomas
After our last encounter I realised that I never truly apologise, or thanked you. This is my peace offering.
I’ve come to a sudden realization that I can’t say no to you. I can't help but miss you dearly while we’re apart, and while I still enjoy our arguments, and yet I cannot lie; I feel more secluded and isolated without you. Yes, it is true we have argued on seventy five different fronts, but you have somehow captured my intrigue and heart.
I miss your voice, your laid back southern drawl, grating at first, but now reminds me of whipped snow, smooth, calm, and delicate. Looking back on it, it’s one of the main reasons why our disagreements are entertaining. Your voice. The way you swagger when you talk, and drag out words to emphasise a point, it’s admittedly annoying, and yet I cannot seem to ignore your words.
You're the first person to make me speechless.
The moment you shook my hand, I knew you were the one to put me in my place, and to keep up with me. You argue with me on everything, and it only encourages me to keep fighting against you, and now you’re encouraging me to bed you. It sends a delighted shiver down my spine just thinking about it, you in bed, your dark warm skin, such a contrast against white sheets, and my tawny complexion, your long legs, and delicate fingers... it is like you’re holding something valuable.
How embarrassing is this? I have rambled on again, writing for hours at a time, something everyone scolds me for. I can't help it though, nor do I apologise when I have found such an interesting, and beautiful topic; you.
I just wish to know what changed on your part? Before you told me of Madison, before that night, I have been under the impression you hated me, and to some extent; want me dead. Why now?
While I am sure that yesterday is the last time, if there is a slight chance you wish to continue, you could always stop by my office tonight. If you do not, I will not be offended, this is your decision. And nobody will ever know of our activities.
Sincerely,
A. Ham
Thomas sat and sipped his coffee, there was so much to unpack in an admittedly shorter than usual message from Alexander. He could see when Alexander was trailing off, about to delve deep into some deep, beautiful metaphor, but had steered himself back on track. There was much to write back.
My dearest Alexander,
You do not need to apologize or thank me, if anything I should be thanking you for those amazing nights. The coffee is truly a nice peace offering, thank you.
It seems I can not say no to you, either.
Your eyes... I cannot say no... they are truly gorgeous. Your eyes are like flowers, beautiful, with a starlight glimmer that yearns for time and knowledge. I feel like I’m drowning in them, as if the sky’s the limit, as if I’m down for the count. Alexander, I’m helpless for you.
I do not know what changed however, I was desperate, down on my luck, and I realised, you were nearby. Yes, I was desperate, but now I have my thoughts completely and undoubtedly for you, Alexander.
Alexander, in the letter I received from you, I’ve noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning, did you intend this? One stroke, you’ve consumed my waking days.
It says:
My dearest Thomas.
With a comma after dearest.
You have written:
My dearest, Thomas.
Anyway all this to say, I will be arriving at your office tonight, I’ll bring you coffee and I’ll even consider your Debt Plan, as well as our activities.
Sincerely,
T. Jeff
James walked in and Thomas folded the paper quickly, a bit too quickly and panicked, and his voice squeaked out, “James!”
“Thomas, how's it going with Hamilton?” James asked, walking up to the desk.
Thomas shuffled nervously, “maybe you should write a letter in two weeks time? He’s having some doubts, and this letter — “ he waved the letter, “is to offer him another few nights.” Definitely not a confession of his feelings, basically pouring his heart out when in such a... difficult situation.
James took the letter, “I’ll deliver it for you. I’ll give it another week.”
“Thanks James.”
Thomas watched him leave, and took a shaky breath. They’d be killed if it ever got out, he knew that... But, he can’t say no.
Alexander grinned, laying in Thomas bed, on his back as he stared up the ceiling, a month. It had been a month since he officially, and privately began courting Thomas Jefferson.
‘So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level,’ thought Alexander, his arm around Thomas' back, looking down at the man fondly. ‘It’s the feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light, it’s Ben Franklin with a key and a kite...’ It was a rush of adrenaline, it was a drug, freedom, he felt dizzy...
Thomas had his arms wrapped around Alexander’s waist, head and upper body on Alexander’s torso, and was tracing the battle scars the smaller man acquired from his war years. He was in love with this man, the original plan had been forgotten at this point, thrown away and buried deep down in the Virginian's mind.
The sex, the secret glances, the now playful arguing, the secret touches, desperate kisses, and gentle smiles had all gotten to Thomas’ head. He was in too deep. Not that he wanted to back out, he loved this courtship.
Alexander smiled sadly, “I should leave before the neighbors start talking.” He regretfully shuffled out from under Thomas.
“You’ll be safe, right?” Thomas asked with a worried frown, holding himself up on the bed, watching as Alexander dressed. If they were caught... if Alexander was caught...
Alexander leaned down and kissed Thomas softly, and whispered into his lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow, my love.”
“See you tomorrow, darlin’.”
Alexander left, smiling. He loved being called that. He frowned, thinking of his wife. He couldn’t lie that sometimes he wished he could say that was the last time, but he said that last time. It became a pastime... he couldn’t even lie, he had fallen helplessly in love with Thomas Jefferson, to the point they began courting.
Eliza... she never really entered his head anymore, his children all the time, but never his wife. He still cared for her, was still a loving husband, and his children, oh he adored his children. But, he loved Thomas...
He arrived home and took a long bath, before falling asleep in his cold bed, after the amazing night he and his lover had.
Thomas bathed in his hot bath, radiating in joy almost, then changed into his clothes after drying off. He was in love with the smaller man. It hurt to be away from him. He was more than happy to keep Alexander’s bed warm, while his wife was away.
“Thomas?”
Thomas perked up slightly from his room, about to pull his shoes on. “James! I’ll be there in a minute!” He pulled on his shoes, rushing down stairs in quick steps, trying to remove the stupid smile off his face, “hey!”
James crossed his arms, eyeing Thomas' neck, “I see you’ve had another night with Hamilton.”
Thomas frowned, and fingered his neck confused, and glanced to the glass mirror, vaguely noting the love bites on his neck. “Yeah... why?”
James glared suspiciously at him, “I’ve written the letter—“
“Can’t you just wait?” Asked Thomas desperately, wanting a little more time. “Just a little longer? I really—“
“Thomas!” James yelled, dragging Thomas down to his height, making Thomas bend over, “I’m not waiting any longer! I’ve waited long enough! A month!”
Thomas stared in shock, looking at Madison, and gripped the man's wrist. “James! You can’t send that letter!” Thomas yelled back, panicking. Alexander couldn’t find out! He just couldn’t!
“And why not?!”
“I love him!”
It fell silent in the house, deathly quiet besides the clock that ticked in the corner. Madison letting Jefferson go, who stumbled back, eyes shining with worry, “Madison...” Madison... not James... Madison...
“You fell in love with him?” Sneered James, taking a disgusted step back.
Thomas felt a sense of anger; Madison asked Thomas to sleep with Alexander, and didn’t expect any feelings? What did Madison expect?! But, the anger was soon replaced with horror, because Madison now knew his feelings were genuine... he was in just as much danger as Alexander, and Madison had just walked out the door.
Thomas couldn’t stop him.
Alexander woke up the next morning, and continued to write his Debt Plan. Thomas was genuinely considering it, and if he did this right, if he made it good, solid, if he made sure it helped... He worked all day, his mind going between his work, Thomas and his children.
He couldn’t wait to see Thomas again, a month of them courting, and it’s been the best month of his life.
Thomas was having a less than pleasant morning. He had a restless sleep, tossing and turning, sweating beneath his sheets, worrying about what Madison would do. This morning he was faced with a letter Madison wrote to him.
Dear T. Jefferson,
I now know and understand the lengths of your disgusting, and sinful secret. I never thought you to be a man of dishonor; to actually fall in love with a man, but you have proven me wrong. You are nothing but a disgraceful sodomite, who deserves to burn and die, but I am a reasonable man.
You wouldn’t want this sinful affair with Alexander Hamilton reaching the public, and if the price is right, nobody will ever know it was you who Alexander Hamilton slept with. Of course, if you don’t make ends meet, everyone will know, you will be more than ruined.
J. Madison
Scrunching the paper, Thomas took a shaky breath. Madison was blackmailing him... He never thought his friend — former friend, would stoop so low. He’d have to pay... not just for his reputation, but Alexander’s.
What has he done?
Alexander stared at the letter he got, he crumpled the paper slightly. He was in shock, and he was rereading the letter he received, again and again. It wasn’t just any letter, but a letter from James Madison. Even better, it said:
Dear Sir,
I hope this letter finds you in good health, and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me: down on their luck. And to make sure you stopped your plan if this ever came out. You see, that was my friend who you decided to—
“Fuuuu—“ Alexander gasped in horror, James knew... Thomas has planned this, he...
Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold. So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled. And hey, you can keep seein’ my whore friend, if the price is right: if not I’m telling your wife, and the public.
J. Madison
Alexander stuffed the note in his pocket, running a hand through his long hair. He raced to Thomas’ place.
Thomas paced, having just come out of a bath, shirt carelessly thrown on, and thus was half off. Hot baths calmed him, but he was in there for ten minutes and got out from nerves, feeling sick and restless. He was certain Alexander had the letter at this point, and he didn’t know what to do, what could he do?
There was a knock at the door, and Thomas slowly walked over, hesitantly answering, pulling open the door. He went pale, there was Alexander, looking panicked, distressed, his hair a mess, his eyes wild.
He opened it further, and Alexander stumbled in as Thomas shut the door behind, and backed against the door, seeing the shorter man round on him.
“Alex — ” Thomas said, eyes tearing up already, please god no...
Alexander grabbed Thomas' shoulders, and screamed, “how could you?!” in his face.
Thomas knew then and there that Alexander knew, and he fell down to his knees and cried out, “no, Alex!”
Thomas was half dressed, and looked apologetic. He was a mess, he looked pathetic. He gripped Alexander’s arms, he cried, “please don’t go, Alex!”
“So was your whole story a setup?” Questioned Alexander, tears in his eyes. Their whole courtship was false.
“I don’t know about any letter!” Thomas tried, he needed Alexander.
“Stop crying! Goddamn it, get up!” Alexander screamed, looking down angrily.
“I didn’t know any better!” Thomas defended desperately. “I had to! It was all Madison's plan, and I swear! I tried to disagree but he-he was demanding! I thought he was gonna hit me! Darlin’, I swear! I’m helpless!” He cried, “James found out I fell in love and—“ ”he pulled out his own letter, tear stained and crumpled, “he’ll ruin me if I don’t pay!”
Alexander snatched the letter away from Thomas, nearly ripping the paper, and his eyes scanned the words, and stared at it for a few moments. So, Thomas has fallen in love with him, the courtship was real. It wasn’t fake.
“Alexander...?” Thomas asked, hesitantly.
Alexander crumples the paper, glancing away from Thomas, “we’re ruined...”
“Please don’t leave me with him!” Thomas begged, gripping Alexander’s hand.
“We are helpless...” Alexander whispered, thinking of his wife for the first time in a while, “how could I do this to Eliza...?”
“Just give him what he wants and you can have me!” Thomas cried, letting the shirt fall down his shoulders, looking up at Alexander, making the shorter bite his lower lip.
“I don’t want you...” Alexander lied.
“Whatever you want! If you pay, you can stay!” Cried Thomas, gripping Alexander from behind, who leaned into the grasp.
‘Lord, show me how to say no to this...’ Thomas begged to himself, if he can say no, it all ends now.
‘I don’t know how to say no to this...’ Alexander thought, in pure bliss in Thomas arms.
“The situations helpless...” Alexander whispered, breathless.
“Helpless...” Thomas repeated, burying his face into Alexander’s hair desperately,
‘And his body’s saying “Hell yes”,’ Alexander turned his head to the side to face Thomas, who removed his head, to look down at him. His eyes – ‘No! Show me how to say no to this!’
They were so close, moving even closer, everything was out in the open, this was a set up, and yet, “how can we say no to this?”
There was nowhere else to go after this, where could they go? Madison knew, he knew everything, he could spill everything, leave himself out of it and twist the tale, it would be easy to say Thomas was corrupt to keep Madison quiet.
Together, when they were in this embrace, Alexander facing Thomas, they couldn’t say no. Their lips crashed together into a searing kiss, one that was different this time, full of understanding that something bad was going to happen, that this had been a set up, turned into something far more than anything anyone had thought possible, one that understood they were ruined, they cheated on their wives and they were helpless.
Thomas bit into Alexander's lip, “yes!”
Alexander practically ripped off Thomas' shirt, sinking teeth into his neck, “yes...”
‘Say no to this,’ Alexander thought, as he stripped off Thomas’ pants.
‘No!’ Thomas couldn’t say it, how could he? He was in love...
“Yes!” Gasped Alexander, burying his length into Thomas’ tight, puckered hole.
“Yes...” Thomas moaned, head thrown back onto his pillow, his hair fanning out.
‘Say no to this,’ Alexander begged to himself, but how can he?
‘No!’ Thomas would never be able to.
“Yes!” Alexander pulled at Thomas’ hair.
“Yes...” Thomas’s cock was covered by calloused hands.
‘Say no to this,’ Alexander doesn’t say no, instead he says, “god you’re fucking perfect.”
‘No!’ Thomas doesn’t say, instead he says, “harder Alex!”
“Yes!” Cried Alexander, his head thrown back, hot, thick strings of his cum, shooting into Thomas, filling him with his warm seed.
“Yes!” Screamed Thomas, back arched, holding onto Alexander, as strings of hot cum shot into Alexander’s hand and onto his stomach, coating the skin with thick and sticky semen.
Say no to this!
Say no to this...
“I don't say no to this,” Alexander whispered, arm wrapped around Thomas’ waist from behind.
“There is nowhere we can go,” Thomas whispered, fingers lacing with Alexanders.
They lay in silence, their hands interlocked together. They lay in the devastation, the pain, the betrayal, the love, the trap... they lay there in silence, the darkness filling the room.
“Ah, Mister Secretary,” came Aaron Burr’s voice.
Alexander looked over in shock, “Mister Burr, sir.” What did Burr want? Alexander was busy, and this would be the first time he would see James Madison after everything. It had all come to head last night, everything was a set up, which turned into something neither of them could have expected, and Thomas had said he wanted to talk about the Debt Plan properly (read; an apology gift, because Thomas will be signing the damn thing, because Alexander was about to lose his shit), and Madison was going to be there.
“Did you hear the news about good old General Mercer?” Asked Burr with a pleasant smile, looking at Alexander.
“No,” Alexander was so done. He wanted to be alone.
“You know Clermont Street?”
Alexander held back an eyeroll, of course he’s heard of it, “yeah.”
“They renamed it after him,” Burr grinned. “The Mercer legacy is secure.”
Alexander sighed, “sure.” Great for him – oh, if it ever got out about Alexander and Thomas, his legacy... it would be stained, anything about him would be removed from history, because history would never accept a sodomite.
“And all he had to do was die,” Burr said, lowering his head in respect.
“That's a lot less work,” Alexander said, a bit distracted with the fact he could potentially be erased. The shame. The humiliation.
“We oughta give it a try,” mused Burr.
“Ha,” Alexander laughed weakly, at Burr’s comment and his thoughts. At the end of it all, Alexander couldn’t find it in himself to care, because he had Thomas. He was annoying, but passionate, he was “darlin’” now... no longer Alexander or Alex behind closed doors. He had Thomas...
“Now how're you gonna get your Debt Plan through?” Asked Burr, crossing his arms with a curious smile.
“I guess I'm gonna fin'ly have to listen to you,” said Alexander, hating that he had to follow Burr’s advice. If he and Thomas wanted to come away from this mess, if they wanted Madison to keep quiet, Alexander had to keep things short and act like everything was fine.
“Really?” Burr was shocked, his face and tone said as much.
“"Talk less. Smile more."” Alexander said, waving his hands, as he mimicked Burr almost. He would have to smile, and just give in...
“Ha ha,” Burr said, amused, no doubt at the fact Alexander was taking his advice, but there was an undertone of annoyance.
“Do whatever it takes to get my plan on the Congress floor,” explained Alexander, nodding his head. Do whatever it takes to protect Thomas...
“Now, Madison and Jefferson are merciless,” wanted Burr, reminding Alexander of how they came as a pair, that they both hated him... but one loved him...
“Well, hate the sin, love the sinner,” said Alexander, distantly.
“Hamilton!” Barked Madison, walking passed, making Alexander jump.
Alexander understood now what Thomas meant, Madison was... different. It felt like he was five seconds away from snapping, like he was holding back from punching someone in the face, a mere moment away from strangling someone.
He watched Madison lead the way to The Room, and Thomas was following Madison close behind. He locked eyes with Thomas, who looked at him gravelly, standing in the frame of the door with Madison.
“I'm sorry Burr,” said Alexander, a bit breathlessly. It was happening, this was happening, “I've gotta go.” Madison was a looming presence behind him. He didn’t want to be near Madison. But, he had to... he rushed after the two in fast strides.
“But—!” Called Burr, turning after him.
“Decisions are happening over dinner,” Alexander cut off, hand out, dismissing Burr. He rushed into The Room, Madison and Thomas shutting the doors, leaving Burr outside.
There was a table in the middle of The Room, with food which was no doubt Macaroni and Cheese, because Thomas had some kind of obsession with it, some fancy wine that Alexander would dream of drinking when he was a child, a few papers and pens, papers with Debt Plans, legislations, plans, but this wasn’t really about The Debt Plan...
Madison took the lead, moving to the furthest seat, sitting down, which made Thomas and Alexander move, walking to the other two seats, yet to look at each other. Alexander couldn’t look... not yet... he didn’t know why it would be different after the... transaction... as if Thomas was some common whore...
The thought popped into Alexander’s head and before he could stop himself, he started opening his mouth to argue, following Burr’s advice out the window, but Thomas grabbed Alexander’s hand desperately, causing the smaller man to look at him.
Thomas’ eyes were desperate and pleading, and he shook his head slightly, his large afro hair bouncing side to side slightly. Alexander swallowed back his words, as they slowly took their seats, not breaking eye contact.
“So?” Said Madison suddenly, across the table.
It fell silent for a moment, the only sounds filling The Room was their breathing, and Madison’s cough. Alexander never broke eye contact with Thomas, he couldn’t seem to look away now. With his free hand, he reached into breast pocket.
Thomas’ eyes broke slightly, reaching into his own breast pocket, swallowing tightly.
Together, Thomas and Alexander brought out envelopes with the blackmail money. To keep this quiet, to keep their legacy, to keep their dignity, to keep their life... to keep seeing each other...
“Nobody needs to know,” they said together, handing over the money. They finally broke eye contact, looking away from each other in shame.
Alexander knew the cover story by heart for The Meeting. It was a secret yes, private, hush-hush, but rumours only grow. Thomas came up with the back story, about what led to the meeting.
He hadn’t had to worry about it, until the news broke. Alexander got his financial plans through leading to a national bank, while the Virginians are allowed to place the Capital, which was ultimately given to Virginia. The news broke, and there were whispers in the White House.
“I can’t believe you agreed to Hamilton's Debt Plan,” said Vice President John Adams, looking at Thomas in shock. “What happened?”
Thomas fell in love, through such a disgusting, vile way, and now was blackmailing Alexander to keep him there... but Madison was now blackmailing them both... they were both trapped, no matter what, they’d have to keep paying to keep the fact they’re Molly's a secret.
Instead, Thomas claims, “Alexander was on Washington's doorstep one day in distress 'n disarray – ” which Alexander was not happy about when he first heard about the backstory Thomas thought up. “He said, I've nowhere else to turn! And basic'ly begged me to join the fray. So, I approached Madison and said— "I know you hate 'im, but let's hear what he has to say."”
“Well?”
“Well,” said Thomas, shrugging, “I arranged the meeting, I arranged the menu, the venue, the seating.”
Alexander was walking down the hallway, people were giving him looks, as if he was a traitor. He wasn’t... who had the Capital didn’t matter, he had what he needed, and besides... he didn’t have much leverage over who got the Capital after what happened with Thomas... Madison had all the cards.
“Alexander Hamilton!” Called Burr, making Alexander pause in his steps down the hall. It was graciously empty. “What did they say to you to get you to sell New York City down the river?!”
Alexander looked down. Losing the Capital was a small price to pay to get his Debt Plan through, to keep Madison happy for Thomas’ sake.
“Did Washington know about the dinner? Was there Presidential pressure to deliver?” Asked Burr, sounding distressed and confused.
Alexander didn’t look back. He hadn’t thought about Washington properly in a while, more wrapped up in his Debt Plan, more wrapped up in Thomas, and now The Situation.
“Or did you know, even then, it doesn't matter Where you put the U.S. Capital — ?” Realised Burr, voice slowly turning to shock and surprise.
Alexander couldn’t lie, he did get the best deal. Finally, Burr was learning...
“Cuz we'll have the banks,” said Alexander, not looking back at Burr. “We're in the same spot.”
“You got more than you gave,” realised Burr.
Alexander got to shape the system however he wanted, but... he would give it to someone on the outside, he didn’t want to run it really. The Capital was chosen. His Debt Plan had gone through. He had Madison’s secrecy. He had Thomas.
“And I wanted what I got,” he wanted Thomas. He wanted that Debt Plan. “When you got skin in the game, you stay in the game,” he had too much to lose, America had too much to lose. “But you don't get a win unless you play in the game,” if he didn’t pay, argue... “Oh, you get love for it.” Thomas. “You get hate for it.” Madison. “You get nothing if you wait for it!” Alexander mocked, because how dare Burr?
How dare Burr judge him? After Theodosia, after The War, after everything. Yes, they never got along, but how dare Burr judge him... but then he remembered, Burr was judging him for selling away the Capital, he wasn’t judging him for paying Madison.
“God help and forgive me,” Alexander called out softly. For agreeing to sell away the Capital, for the lives he took in the War, for cheating on Eliza not once, but twice, once with John Laurens, now with Thomas Jefferson. For paying Madison. For loving and sleeping with men. “I wanna build Something that's gonna outlive me.” He deserved some happiness, but by God he could’ve gone about it better.
Burr took a step back, and Alexander knew something was registering in that head of his. Or, maybe it was more along the lines of snapping.
“What do you want, Burr?” Asked Alexander, walking over to Burr. “If you stand for nothing Burr, then what do you fall for?”
Burr swallowed and took a step back.
Alexander took a step back, and turned, walking back down the hallway. He opened the door to his office, and paused, seeing Thomas sat on a chair, waiting for him. He stepped in, the door shutting behind him.
“Darlin’,” whispered Thomas, reaching for him. He was tender, he was gentle, no Madison in sight, Burr a far distance away, Adams away again, George Washington signing papers... just them.
Alexander relaxed, taking a step forward, and reached back, taking hold of his hand. He brought Thomas’ knuckles to his hand, pressing a tender kiss to his skin, “my love.”
How could they say no to this?
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Chapter 2: the jefferson pamphlet
Summary:
"Ya best g'wan run back where ya come from!”
Alexander took a step back, looking over at Thomas, who looked outraged. Aaron understood why of course, [Aaron Burr] had accused Thomas of stealing money.
“Ha!”Snapped Thomas, taking another step forward, “you don't even know what you're asking us to confess!”
Well Thomas had confirmed one thing for Aaron, either willingly or unwillingly; whatever it was that was happening, Alexander and Thomas were involved in the same thing, and were more than likely for a similar reason.
“You have nothing, we don't have to tell you anything at all,” snapped Alexander, turning away, walking back to his desk.“Unless,” whispered Thomas suddenly, his face scrunching up slightly.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Moonlight hit Thomas Jefferson’s face softly, his eyes were closed softly, his hair fanning out around him. In Alexander Hamilton’s humble opinion, Thomas radiated elegance and beauty, he looked otherworldly like this, like a god, with his chest and chest hair out, the sheets ruffled around his waist.
“Hmm,” groaned Thomas, turning and opening his eyes slightly. “Hello Alex,” he greeted softly, as Alex leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, “it’s not time for you to leave yet, is it?” He asked, worried, shifting up on his elbows.
“I have another hour, Thomas,” Alexander said, taking hold of Thomas' hand, pressing kisses to his knuckles.
Thomas smiled brightly, shifting his hand around, laying back down, “good... I’d keep you here if I could.”
Alexander shuffled over to him, pulling him into his side, “I’d stay with you.” He whispered into Thomas’ ear, knowing that if anyone heard, it would mean death.
They still paid Madison quarterly, to keep the infidelity, to keep the shame of sodomy a secret. Every time Alexander felt dirty, but he supposes that's because it is dirty, it's illegal, frowned upon... they’re paying to live in peace, to keep seeing each other.
But it’s been so long. A wonderful six years together. Alexander didn’t know what he would do without Thomas now, and sneaking around in the night (disguised as late nights in the office), quick meet ups at work (when nobody needed them), a few weekends away from home (weekends spent at work according to Eliza), they could pretend it was somewhat normal.
Totally normal.
Thomas had sneaked away from his work, wanting to see Alexander again. They hadn’t seen each other much for the last few days, but it makes sense, Alexander had spent too much time away from home due to “work”. He knocked on the door to his lover's office, and waited for the signal to go in.
“Yes?”
Thomas smiled softly, and opened the door, walking in, shutting it behind him quickly, he looked around the room, noting it was empty besides Alexander, and smiled, leaning against the door, “hello darlin’.”
Alexander looked up under his glasses, they always made his eyes sparkle in Thomas' opinion, “Thomas...”
Thomas walked over, and leaned down, kissing him softly, and Alexander kissed back, it was soft and tender.
“I’ve missed you,” Thomas said softly, pulling back slightly.
Alexander reached over the table, taking hold of Thomas’ hand, “I missed you too.”
The door swung open, nobody had knocked, and there was only one person who didn’t knock on their office doors anymore.
“Madison,” they drawled, looking up.
There stood James Madison, watching them, face blank with his hand out expectedly, “so?”
Thomas glared, tightening his grip on Alexander’s hand. It was time to pay, it just so happened they were here together. Looking down, all Thomas could think about was how much he hated Madison, extorting them, thinking he can just walk in...
Alexander began moving, reaching into his inside pocket, handing over an envelope, and Thomas swallowed, following shortly after. He was paying to keep Alexander at this point, to keep them both safe, it wasn’t just him, but it was wrong, paying for Alexander.
If things had been different, he would be treating Alexander like a king, like royalty... good royalty, not like King Goerge III.
As Madison took the envelopes of money, Alexander took a step forward - it always made him angry, the transactions - and Thomas grabbed his arm before he could do anything. Madison laughed slightly, walking back out, pocketing the money.
“I’ll kill him, I should challenge him to duel — ”
“Alexander,” said Thomas softly, and well meaningly, “take a break, darlin’.”
“A break...” smiled Alexander, looking up to him, “okay.”
Aaron sat pondering at his desk, rapping his fingers against the wooden desk, thinking. Alexander, it was always Alexander, the man knew no bounds so it seemed, writing day and night, assuming he’s the smartest in the room, he was always one step ahead, despite being neck and neck for nearly everything. Taking Senator was because it was up for grabs sure, but also so he could be in Rooms, be there for the Big Things, he wanted to be in The Room where it happens... suppose that’s why he took a liking to Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, someone had to stand up to his mouth, it was those two. The arguments in Cabinet Battles, the fights between them, gave Aaron a sense of relief, that at least Alexander was having a difficult time.
But, after the Debt Plan... Hamilton seemed like he was on top of the world. Honestly, Aaron was jealous, he had put off digging into dirt on Hamilton, but... he betrayed the Capital, so he followed the trail, looking into the money and treasury, and he found not just one misdeed, but multiple, and not just from Alexander, but surprisingly Thomas as well. Money paid to Mr. J. Madison... James Madison, but for what reason?
Aaron didn’t know, but he was going to find out, he was going to be in that Room. He stormed down the hallway, noticing how tetchy people were. Yes, former President Washington stepping down was a shock, and when Jefferson got Vice President, and John Adams got President, Hamilton had started getting snappy. But now...
This was a sort of tense that happened after a storm, as if waiting for another one, because this storm involved Alexander Hamilton. John Adams fired Hamilton, and privately called him, "Creole bastard" in his taunts, and Hamilton’s response was basically “you fat mother fucker”, he was loosing control.
It had gone on long enough, and it was time he let Hamilton know he knows...
But, he took a detour, walking into James Madison’s office, not even knocking, “Madison.” He had to confront Madison, because surely James and Thomas weren’t the ones doing shady business behind closed doors, that surely this was a misunderstanding, something he didn’t understand due to being a few steps behind the rest.
“Aaron,” sighed James, glancing up, before coughing into a handkerchief. “You’re meant to knock.”
“Yes, I am sorry but... I have a question...” Aaron paused, he never was direct, but he had to be, if he wanted an answer. So, taking a page out of Alexander’s book, he asked upfront, “why did Thomas and Alexander pay you money in 1791?”
James paused in his reading, dropping the corner of the paper that he had been holding, looking up from the words to stare at Aaron, “money?”
“Yes, and they still pay you now...” Said Aaron, holding up the papers, the proof, checks, separate amounts, all going to James. “So?” It was so much, quarterly, the same amount, a payment never missed.
James looked at him, calculating, before saying, “what would you do with the information, if I give it to you?” He asked, fingers interlacing together, arms resting on the table.
“Use it against Hamilton,” said Burr immediately. “There has to be an explanation about Thomas — ”
James smiled, “don’t worry about Thomas, Burr.” He stood, “come along, Aaron. I believe they’re both in Hamilton’s office now.”
“Both?” Aaron asked, following James out. Did Thomas go looking for a fight this time? Did he go straight to Alexander to argue?
“Boht,” nodded Madison.
James was being cruel now, he knew that. He was being more than cruel. He was going back on what he had promised, but technically Burr had found out by himself, and how was James to know they were in the same office together? (He knew, he always knew. He had to if he wanted to get paid.)
Aaron knocked on the door to Hamilton’s office, walking in even though he wasn’t greeted. If his Mother and Father knew of his lack of manners, they would not be impressed with him, but right now he was onto something, something that could ruin Hamilton. He eyed the room, the desk and chair, and was surprised to find Alexander and Thomas standing across from each other in front of his desk. James was right...
Alexander looked over, “Mister Madison, Senator Burr.” He greeted, and glanced at Thomas, who lazily looked over, before looking back to James and Aaron.
Aaron handed over the checks to Alexander and Thomas, and they took hold of them. Aaron watched as their eyes flashed in panic, glancing at James, who Aaron now realised was smiling a bit too much.
But, he didn’t put much thought into, getting dirt on Alexander was more important, ruining him was more important.
“What is this?” Asked Alexander, looking at Aaron a bit choked, definitely worried, and also confused.
Aaron had him! Ha! “I have the check stubs, from separate accounts,” Aaron said to them, “over thousands of dollars, paid in full every quarter.”
“So — ”
“To Mister James Madison way back in Seventeen ninety-one,” reminded Aaron, wanting answers, looking over to James, he just nodded back to Alexander. Burr wouldn’t let this go, not this time.
“Is that what you have, are you done?” Asked Thomas suddenly, looking up from the checks, and took a menacing step forward, while Alexander watched Aaron and James calmly.
“You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position,” Aaron explained, “to seek financial gain, to stray from your sacred mission, and the evidence suggests you've engaged in speculation.”
Thomas’ back straightened, as if offended by the notion, and Alexander crossed his arms, as if disgusted by Aarons words. James was staying quiet in the back, watching this all unfold with his arms crossed.
Aaron remembered himself, he wasn’t meant to be going after Thomas, but mainly Alexander. He looked at the smaller man, taking steps towards Alexander, “an immigrant embezzling our government funds - I can almost see the headline, your career is done! I hope you saved some money for your daughter and sons!” Aaron was clawing, going after where it hurt, he knew Alexander would die for his children. He was on the edge of the world, he was doing this, he was actually doing this. “Ya best g'wan run back where ya come from!”
Alexander took a step back, looking over at Thomas, who looked outraged. Aaron understood why of course, he had accused Thomas of stealing money.
“Ha!” Snapped Thomas, taking another step forward, “you don't even know what you're asking us to confess!”
Well Thomas had confirmed one thing for Aaron, either willingly or unwillingly; whatever it was that was happening, Alexander and Thomas were involved in the same thing, and were more than likely for a similar reason.
“You have nothing, we don't have to tell you anything at all,” snapped Alexander, turning away, walking back to his desk.
“Unless,” whispered Thomas suddenly, his face scrunching up slightly.
Thomas was mortified, Burr was onto the money, but how would he explain this? It would ruin him!
“An immigrant embezzling our government funds,” Burr said, focusing on Alexander, and Thomas paused, seeing the man moving closer to the smaller man.
Burr actively went after Alexander, he felt annoyed. He had done the tempting, the evil, he was the devil in this story!
“I can almost see the headline, your career is done! I hope you saved some money for your daughter and sons!”
Thomas froze slightly, seeing Alexander’s eyes flash in panic. If there was one thing known about Alexander, it was that he adored his children. He loved them to death.
“Ya best g'wan run back where ya come from!”
He looked at Hamilton, and knew... he had to say something. Yes, a man bedding a man while both men were married is illegal, sinful... but, it’s not embezzling funds, which in the eyes of Burr, would be more criminal.
And so, with Alexander looking so offended, but unable to talk, for once in his life, waiting, to figure out a plan, or to just wait it out, Thomas snapped. He got angry on behalf of his Paramour, he got offended on behalf of his lover.
He looked at Hamilton, and knew... he had to say something. Yes, a man bedding a man while both men were married is illegal, sinful... but, it’s not embezzling funds, which in the eyes of Burr, would be more criminal.
“Ha!” Snapped Thomas, taking a step to size up the Senator, putting himself between Alexander and Burr, “you don't even know what you're asking us to confess!”
“You have nothing, we don't have to tell you anything at all,” snapped Alexander, turning away, walking to his desk, looking at Thomas gently, as if telling him to calm down.
This wasn’t about Thomas anymore. This was about saving Alexander.
“Unless,” he said, gaining everyone’s attention.
Alexander, who had turned from the table, looked panicked at Thomas, shooting him a look, and Thomas lowered his head. They had to come clean to Burr, or else he could say they were embezzling funds, a more grievous crime in their line of work.
Alexander knew this wasn’t a good plan, he’d have to protect his legacy, but if he came clean about everything... well...
“If we can prove that we never stole money, do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?” Asked Alexander, leaning on the table behind him, looking at Burr desperately, ignoring the dark smirk coming from Madison in the corner. The fucker went back on his promise... actually no he didn’t... not if Burr found out the about the checks himself... damn him, and the way his mind works...
“No one else was in the room where it happened,” Burr said, voice assuring, distantly.
“Is that a yes?” Asked Thomas and Alexander, both as nervous as each other.
“Um, yes?” Burr shrugged, sounding unsure if he said the right thing.
Alexander grabbed the letter from the top drawer. He never got rid of it, he had a filing system, it was messy, but documenting everything was important, especially when it came to money. He handed it over to Burr, gripping the paper, not wanting to let go, handing it over.
“Dear Sir,” read Burr, holding the letter in his hands. “I hope this letter finds you in good health,” Alexander turned away slightly, “and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me,” he noticed Thomas looking to the floor, “down on their luck. You see, that was my friend who you decided to – ”
Alexander gripped onto the letter, not wanting to let go, but Aaron pulled. It was crumpled, and yellow around the edges, the ink a bit faded. “Dear Sir,” read Burr, holding the letter in his hands. “I hope this letter finds you in good health and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth In the pockets of people like me, down on their luck. You see, that was my friend who you decided to – ” He was... lost...
He glanced at the name at the bottom; James Madison... Alexander Hamilton... Hamilton slept with Madison’s friend. Madison extorted Hamilton for money, because he’s married... Hamilton slept with Madison’s friend... Madison’s friend... Madison’s...
Thomas Jefferson.
“OH!”
“OH!”
Thomas jumped, the noise Burr made... he realised... he got it; Alexander slept with him. They’re sodomites.
“I courted him,” Thomas said, looking away to the floor, away from Alexander. He couldn’t bear to see the look in his eyes, remembering how and why this all started. He couldn’t look at Madison, who betrayed him, turned on him, hurt him. And Burr...
“Escorted him to bed and when I had him in a corner, that's when Madison extorted him, for a sordid fee,” said Thomas, looking away shamefully.
“I paid him quarterly,” Alexander said, looking at Madison in anger. “I may have mortally wounded my prospects, but my papers are orderly!”
“But... why is Thomas paying, if you’re a pawn?” Asked Burr, confused, eyeing Thomas, looking between the note, him, and Madison.
It was sinful what he did, absolutely vile. “I fell in love,” whispered Thomas, looking away.
“I fell in love.”
Aaron stared in horror, Jefferson well and truly loved Hamilton, and Madison was blackmailing both. Molly’s, both of them... cheating on their wives... they had children...
“As you can see I kept a record of every check in my checkered history, check it again against your list n' see consistency,” snapped Hamilton, bringing out the papers, placing them side by side, and Aaron looked up in shock.
“We never spent a cent that wasn't ours,” Jefferson said, looking at Aaron with a cloud of calm anger, “you sent the dogs after our scent, that's fine!”
Aaron stared at Jefferson and Hamilton for a long time. He couldn’t believe it, but they hated each other... and they actually fell in love...
“Yes, we have reasons for shame,” admitted Hamilton, “but we have not committed treason and sullied our good name!”
“As you can see we have done nothing to provoke legal action!” Thomas spat out, glaring at Burr. “Are our answers to your satisfaction?”
“My God,” whispered Aaron, because what else could he say?
“So?” Jefferson asked, nervously.
“The people won't know what we know,” assured Madison, Jefferson and Hamilton looking up at him paranoid, “Burr found out himself.” He waved off, walking out the room.
“Burr,” said Hamilton, “how do I know you won't use this against me the next time we go toe to toe?”
Aaron looked to Hamilton, because while he was Alexander’s first friend, and Alexander was there through everything, Hamilton wasn’t exactly a friend. But, he wasn’t cruel, he wasn’t stupid, he waited for reasons, he waited and listened, watching...
“Alexander, rumors only grow,” reminded Aaron, knowing that no matter, with checks like that, if it got out, no matter what yard Hamilton spun, he’d be tarnished in some way.
But, would he tell everyone about Hamilton and his secret lover? They’re soldiers. Months on the battlefield without any sex can make a guy do desperate things, Burr can admit privately he experimented before he settled. And now he knew how he got his Debt Plan through, why Hamilton sold away the Capital. Because he was fucking Jefferson, and Jefferson loved him.
Shamefully, Burr had been in similar enough shoes years ago, being a paramour, Hamilton knew, and it would be rather hypocritical of him on all fronts.
“And we both know what we know...”
Theodosia...
Alexander and Thomas watched the Burr leave, the door shutting behind him, leaving them staring at it in ever growing fear.
“Alexander...” said Thomas, swallowing.
“They’ll think we stole money,” muttered Alexander. If it was that easy to find... surely more people would start to question, it would ruin him at some point. Burr found it, by himself, and yes Burr is smart, but he was smarter with determination, which meant anyone could find it if they put in half the effort.
Thomas moved over, taking the immigrant's hand in his hands, “Alex.”
Alexander looked up at Thomas, his eyes wide in worry.
“Just...” Thomas looked down, as if thinking carefully about something. “What do you want to do?”
“Defend ourselves — ”
Thomas sighed, shaking his head, “we’re having an affair, darlin’, two men, sleeping together. That would be just as bad, if not worse in the eyes of the public... we’ll be killed, darlin’.”
Alexander looked away, “I know.” He whispered, “I know. I just... I write my way out... all the time...” He whispered quietly.
“I know you do,” Thomas said, quietly.
In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet, Alexander knew that, God he knew that. After Adams, it had been too quiet. For just a moment, Alexander saw a yellow sky in Thomas. “You know, when I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my town. I didn't drown, I couldn't seem to die...”
Thomas paused, he knew this of course he knew this, how could he not? They had talked about it, but Alexander was in a panic.
“I wrote my way out, wrote everything down as far as I could see... I wrote my way out, I looked up and the town had its eyes on me...” Alexander remembered, news travelled and suddenly, he had hope. “They passed a plate around, total strangers, moved to kindness by my story...” He looked up at Thomas, “raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound.”
“I wrote my way out of hell, I wrote my way to revolution, I was louder than the crack in the bell,” and yet he couldn’t write his way out of this. “I wrote you love letters until you fell. I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well! And in the face of ignorance and resistance, I wrote financial systems into existence!” Because, he did do that! “And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance!” He felt useless, he was trapped, he couldn’t save them.
His Mom... dying sick on a bed, twelve, she was holding him... he got better... but he mother went quick... if she could see what had happened to him... what he had done...
Thomas held him silently, swallowing as his eyes hardened, “write your way out... Overwhelm them with honesty.” He said, guiding Alexander to his desk, placing a piece of paper in front of him, and slipped a quill in his other hand.
‘This is the eye of the hurricane,’ thought Alexander, as Thomas led his hand, writing the title of the Paper. ‘This is the only way I can protect our legacy...’
Alexander read the title, and Thomas swallowed, as they breathed out, “The Jefferson Pamphlet.”
“This isn’t a good idea,” Alexander said, watching the copies being made, arms around himself.
Thomas swallowed, “it’s gonna be okay... eventually...”
This was the start of the end, Alexander knew that much. Sure, anything can happen, but one thing is for certain: they are going to die.
“The Jefferson Pamphlet!” Called the newspaper boy, waving around one of the many pamphlets, as people paid for a paper. “Have you read this?”
“Alexander Hamilton,” called out Aaron Burr and John Adams. “Had a torrid affair! And he wrote it down right there!”
“Highlights!” Called John, loudly, while waving the pamphlet wildly to the room, which was filled with people.
Alexander stood in the centre of the room, as people read the paper in growing horror.
““The charge against me is a connection with one James Madison!”” Burr read loudly to the office, eyes glancing over to said man.
James Madison was reading the paper in the corner, looking over the words carefully, a grin on his face, he peered up slightly, allowing the shadows to carve his face.
Philip dropped the pamphlet in shock.
““For purposes of improper speculation. My real crime is an amorous connection with Thomas Jefferson.””
Thomas seemed to step forward into the room almost, the pamphlet in hand, looking down in shame, eyes closed. Yes, he helped write the pamphlet, but he was royally fucked. It felt like he was center stage.
““For a considerable time, with knowing consent!””
“Damn!” Called one of the workers, as some gasped.
Thomas walked forward, going into the room, avoiding everyone. He just needed coffee and he could leave, and he walked past Alexander. Or he would have, had a man not pushed him back into Alexander, who grabbed him steadying.
““I had frequent meetings with him, most of them at my own house.”” Burr said, shaking his head in disgust at the two, as he looked at everyone, who gasped and gagged.
Alexander held Thomas, the two staring out, unable to look at each other or anyone. The chaos around them, the disgust, the anger...
“At his own house!” Gaped John.
“At his own house!” Repeated another worker in shock.
“Damn!” Gaped George Washington in horror.
Mrs. Hamilton with our children being absent on a visit to her father , Eliza read in horror.
“No... Boooo!”
“Have you read this?” Burr and Adams asked, holding up the papers.
Alexander and Thomas looked down, unable to look at anyone.
“Well, he’s never gon’ be President now,” taunted a man, as Alexander walked down the hall.
“Never gon’ be President now,” taunted Adams, as Thomas tried to reach for a hand in paperwork.
“Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!” Some laughed, clapping at the misery of Alexander and Thomas.
“That’s one less thing to worry about!” Called Adams amused, leaning into Aaron in celebration.
“That’s one less thing to worry about!” Repeated Aaron in amusement, arms thrown up as the members in the room cheered with them.
Alexander and Thomas had been avoiding each other since the breakroom, but there was only so long and so many rooms you could go in before you met up again. Alexander paused, walking into the greeting room, going to escape for the day, and saw Thomas hovering by the front desk, meaning to go.
Alexander looked down, and walked forward, going to leave, but as he made it halfway into the room, that was when Angelica Schylur walked in.
“I came as soon as I heard,” said Angelic, suitcases still in her hands, as she marched over to Alexander.
“What?!” Gasped Thomas quietly, now terrified himself for numerous reasons. One) She slapped him; Two) She’s undeniably pissed off about Alexander cheating on Eliza; and Three) There used to be a thing between Alexander and Angelica, and even with everything going on, he still felt a twinge of jealousy, even though that was the last thing on his mind.
“Angelica,” gaped Alexander in just as much shock.
“All the way from London?! Damn,” everyone in the room gaped, which happened to be the majority, because of course it was. They went where Thomas and Alexander went right now.
“Angelica, oh God why are you here?” Alexander asked in genuine fear. The woman was like wild fire, she would kill him, oh fuck!
“I’m not here for you,” snarled Angelica, stepping forward, making sure to stop any thoughts before they could arise.
Thomas held his breath.
“I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind!” Angelic said, voice angry, spitting the words out as if Alexander was dirt.
Alexander stared at his Sister-in-Law, he knew what he lost. He knew exactly who he lost. He knew what this all meant.
“I love my sister more than anything in this life, I will choose her happiness over mine every time!” Angelica cried out, and Alexander swallowed.
Because, wasn’t that the kicker? Eliza was the best of wives, and best of women, and yet he’s done this.
“Put what we had aside! I’m standing at her side!” She sneered at him, “you could never be satisfied!” She glared at Thomas, whose heart dropped in fear. “God, I hope you’re satisfied!”
“Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!” Some people laughed.
“EW!” A sodomite relationship!
“At least they were honest with our money!” Said one guy.
“Well he’s never gon’ be President now!”
“EW!”
“At least they were honest with our money!”
“At least we were honest with our money!” Thomas and Alexander tried desperately.
“That’s one less thing to worry about! That’s one last thing to worry about!”
“The Jefferson Pamphlet.” Aaron said, shaking his head, “have you read this?” He asked, handing it to you quickly. He looked back to Thomas and Alexander, the two standing in the mess of their own destruction.
“You ever see somebody ruin their own life?” Asked Adams and Burr in shock, looking at each other.
“Their poor wives.”
Thomas lay in bed... the news broke, and his wife and children left... actually left this time, and Alexander was next to him, not going home, unable to face his wife and children.
“Oh what have we done, Alex?” Whispered Thomas, turning, burying his head into Alexander’s back.
Alexander swallowed, “signed our death certificates.” The penalty for a man bedding with a man is death by hanging. They’d be arrested and killed.
“Alexander...” said Thomas softly, “I love you.”
Alexander turned in bed, facing his lover, “I love you too, Thomas.”
They could wake up tomorrow to an angry mob, bonds and nooses, this could be the last “I love you”, the last kiss, the last time they go to sleep together. Neither wanted to sleep, knowing what comes at the end. It was inevitable. They will be dead by tomorrow night at the latest. They’d want this done quickly.
They came in the night. The Night Watchmen. The mob. The slaves let them enter, stepping aside with their heads down in respect. They moved to Jefferson’s room, the bed in the middle of two pillars. Hamilton was on the right, on his back, the sheets slipping down his stomach. On the right was Jefferson, on his front, one leg dangling off the bed, one arm wrapped around Hamilton's waist.
One Night Watchman grabbed a rung up piece of cloth, and the other grabbed a discarded tie from the floor, they shared looks, as the other four Watchmen gripped onto the rope tightly.
Hamilton had sold away the Capital, taxes the alcohol, Jefferson’s in love with France, and an Eleatest, both Molly’s, both cheated on their wives, and both paid to keep it quiet. It was shameful, sinful, and disgusting what they did.
Two of the watchmen grabbed Jefferson, yanking him off Hamilton. So much happened in just a few moments; Thomas woke up, as his arms were forcefully pulled behind him. Alexander woke up the moment Thomas was ripped off of him, and had immediately sat up, but was dragged down by a cloth being pulled into his mouth, tied around his head. Thomas’ arms were now tightly bound behind him with burning rope, and had by now noticed the Watchmen, and yelled in shock. As Thomas yelled, Alexander’s war dragged to his knees on the floor, arms being forcefully bound behind him, as Thomas was cut off by a tie being shoved into his mouth, tied around the back of his head.
They struggled too late, and they were dragged out of the room and down the halls by their shoulders, two dragging each man, one leading and one following. The Virginian and Immigrant’s legs were kicking and flailing against the flooring with thuds, as muffled yelling of anger, and desperation seeped through the cloth gags.
Thomas struggled wildly, as he was dragged out of his house located on Maiden Lane, it didn’t matter now if it was temporary, he was going to be killed here. There were so many people, a yelling crowd that almost deafened him.
Seeing his impending doom in front of him was much worse than what he originally thought. He always knew this was a possibility, and he knew the outcome when he helped write The Jefferson Pamphlet. But, seeing it in front of him is more real.
This wasn’t going to be legally done, no this was revenge. How did he know? It was outside his house, in the middle of the path, a tree growing out of the ground, and there were nooses tied on two of the thick tree branches, with wooden chairs under them.
Thomas glanced behind him, too see Alexander eyeing their upcoming execution with a pale face, and Thomas struggled again, trying to get to Alexander, but was dragged away from him.
Thomas yelled for Alexander behind the tie between his lips, and Alexander began yelling behind the rag.
Thomas was dragged to one of the chairs, and forced to stand on the chair, as one of the Watchmen forced the rough, biting rope around his neck, and Thomas froze, because what else could he do? If he fell, he would die...
His heart dropped, seeing Alexander wrestled into the chair, the noose wrapped around his wrist, and Alexander was yelling who knows what behind the cloth in his mouth, and he was violently struggling against the ropes around his wrist.
Thomas began struggling as well, if they could get the rope off, then they could get out of here, or at least their odds might be more in their favour.
“We join today in the execution of Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton!” Called one of the Watchmen.
Thomas looked up and glared, whatever happened, he didn’t regret any of it. He wouldn’t take back Alexander. He would have married him, could he have. The only person to ever make him helpless is Alexander Hamilton. Looking back, he didn’t tell Alexander enough, how much he adored the man.
“— the crime of Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton is sodomy! Though, consider it justice, against a Franciphile, an eleatest, and a creole bastard, immigrant, two adulterers and molly’s!”
Alexander looked up, this was it, this was the end, they were going to die. Suddenly, legacy wasn’t important. But, he wasn’t scared. No...
‘You're like me, I'm never satisfied...’ He had told Angelica all those years ago. ‘Is that right?’ She had asked. ‘ I have never been satisfied.’ He never had been. Not with Eliza, not with whatever he and Angelica had at one point, not even with John, the only person he ever loved.
But, looking over to Thomas Jefferson, for the first time, he realised he was Satisfied. It was Thomas...
He didn’t live the best life, but he lived a good life, and he had Thomas. He just hoped his children knew he loved them, he hoped Thomas knew how much he loved him, that he made him happy.
As he looked out at the crowd of people, he noticed Madison in the back, and he glared. He felt the anger rising, but stopped, as he looked back to Thomas. If he died, he wanted to see Thomas one last time.
“Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging,” said the Watchman, and Thomas and Alexander looked at him, before looking back to each other.
Two of the Watchmen moved over, taking hold of the chairs.
Thomas swallowed, ‘in another life,’ he thought, noticing the chair yanked out from under Alexander from his peripheral vision, before he felt nothing under, and he was falling suddenly.
The crowd cheered, the men falling, and they started drinking to celebrate, while Jefferson and Hamilton were struggling, the rope not killing them instantly.
James Madison rolled his eyes at the excitement, rolled his eyes at the idea of them being kept alive to feel it. He turned around and began walking away from the crowd, before coughing into his fist. He had some time before anyone came after him for extorting Hamilton and Jefferson, they might forget, having gotten rid of two sodomites, but he wouldn’t risk it. He’d be gone by tomorrow.
There was hushing behind him, the sound of choking, and rustling leaves silencing into quiet creaks, and he heard two loud thuds behind him, of fabric scrunching, of head hitting the floor. There was more cheering.
James nodded to himself, well... he had plenty of money now.
Notes:
MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!!!
(I will add the tag tomorrow, because rn this is more like a "surprise bitch")Thank you for reading, idk what this was or why, but here it is? Haha!
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