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Thomas crossed his arms leaning back in his seat, he could only hope his posture showed just how disinterested he was of this whole situation, which in his opinion was rather idiotic and unnecessary.
“Thomas don’t- it hasn’t even started yet.” James Madison scolded him quietly from his place beside him.
“And I am already wishing it were over.” Thomas snapped. “What the devil even is the point of this anyway?”
“They’re honoring the soldiers Thomas.” Madison was calm as he always was. “They did fight in a war for our independence after all.”
Thomas scoffed unamused. “They already received a homecoming parade.” And what a large parade it had been, the noises in the streets had woken him from a rather nice nap he’d been taking on the small couch in his parlor and he’d scowled from the window at the festivities.
“Mr. Washington is excited.” James defended. “He’s proud of his men, and the only reason you don’t want to be here is because Hamilton is a soldier.”
Thomas glared at him out of the corner of his eye because despite the outrageousness of the statement his friend was right. And it irked him to his bitter core that someone as infinitesimally important as Alexander Hamilton could have grasped in such a strong hold of pure unrelenting hatred.
“I will not applaud him.” He said stoically crossing his knees.
“Of course Thomas.” James coughed weakly into a handkerchief. “Do whatever you like to make yourself feel better.”
Thomas would have spit back a retort to the man but George Washington was mounting the steps of the small stage and everyone in the room quieted down to hear him speak.
“Gentlemen.” He smiled. “Thank you all for coming.”
“Speaking as though we had a choice.” Thomas mumbled and James elbowed him.
“As you all know we have quite the majority of men in our Congress who fought bravely for this country during the revolution. And though we’ve had our fair share of revelry since we’ve come back I wanted to take a moment to personally honor them.”
A smattering of applause went off around the room which Thomas half heartedly followed.
“Henry Knox!”
As each soldier's name was called they walked across to Washington, shook his hand and joined the line. This made Thomas smile just a little because it reminded him of a graduation ceremony.
“General, Alexander Hamilton.”
Thomas had his eye roll and refusal to applaud ready the moment Hamilton stepped out onstage.
And he didn’t applaud, and not because of their petty rivalry, but because he’d forgotten how to move.
Alexander stepped out, considerably shorter than most of his battalion yet he strode across the stage with his chin in the air and a familiar smug smile on his face. Thomas watched him move, shiny black boots, ironed white pants and vest. Frilly carvart tied around his neck, black belt cinched at his waist with a long royal blue jacket hanging over his thin frame studded with gold buttons. His hair was tied back into a slick ponytail. He stood in the line of men with his hands behind his back and his feet slightly apart, he radiated power and confidence.
Thomas’s mouth went dry as he swallowed. From the very moment he’d returned from France and the bite sized green clad eyesore had thrust his hand towards Thomas for a greeting the Virginian had been taken aback by how easy on the eyes the man was. He’d told many women over the years that they were quite pretty, more often to his late Martha, but he’d never had the thought about another man before meeting Hamilton.
He paid almost no attention to anyone else walking on stage or to any of George’s speech after that, he could not look away from Alexander. Alexander who looked all the more attractive in the garb of a soldier. Thomas became acutely aware that, that man had toted around a gun, ran through enemy territory, that he had killed people. That not only had he been a soldier but he had been in charge of his own battalion. A general.
And suddenly the room was very hot.
The man in question had seemed to notice his stare and was shooting him heated looks from onstage, Thomas realized he must look like an idiot with his gawking but every time he tried to glance away he found his gaze always traveling back.
Washington finished announcing names, thanked the men for their service, said a quick few words about the men they’d lost in the war and then adjourned everyone to enjoy the food and drinks he’d set out in the other room.
Thomas managed to find his body then and stood along with James, keeping his head down as they followed the throng of men down the hall.
“Hey Jefferson!” He turned at the sound of his name, Hamilton was stalking towards him.
Alexander stopped, nodding to James, his gaze never moving from Thomas. “Can we talk for a moment?”
“I’m actually rather hungry after having to listen to Washington’s boring speech about you all.” He snapped.
Alexander rolled his eyes. “Do you always have to be so goddamn dramatic?”
“Just go.” James urged before the argument could get out of hand. “I’ll save you a seat.”
Thomas sighed as he followed Alexander down a different hallway into a little meeting room.
“What the hell is your problem?” Alexander asked when he had shut the door behind them.
“Pardon me?” Thomas sneered, crossing his arms and leaning back against the table.
“You were glaring at me the whole time I was up there.”
“And?”
“And why do you have to be such a prick all the time?”
“You’re really upset at me because I was staring at you? Goodness, egotistical much? I guess I’ll just close my eyes next time.”
“Well why the hell were you staring at me?”
“I don’t-” He began.
“Answer me Jefferson.”
The authoritative tone of Alexander’s voice makes him close his mouth as whatever he was about to say next is forgotten.
They stand there simply regarding each other for several moments, Alex with clear displeasure and Thomas with barely controlled lust until Alexander speaks.
“Well?” He sneers. “Why the fuck were you staring at me?”
“If you simply must know.” Thomas growls. “It's your damn outfit.”
“My uniform?” Alexander asks, looking down at it. “What's wrong with it? Or are you just jealous that while I was fighting for our freedom you were sipping wine with french dukes and now you don’t get to be the center of attention?”
“No.” Thomas spits, embarrassed. “It’s not that!”
“Then what? It’s not fancy enough for you? Pompous aristocat Thomas Jefferson doesn’t think the American military uniforms are refined enough?”
“No!”
“Then what?” He asks, spreading his arms out. “What is your problem?”
“My problem is you.”
“I gathered that, me wearing this uniform bothers you?”
“It does.”
“And why?”
“Because of the way you look in it.”
“What? Stupid, silly-”
“Just forget it, Hamilton.”
He makes for the door but Alexander puts his arm out stopping him.
“Move!” He spits venomously grabbing Alexander’s wrist.
“Let go of me Thomas.” He spits, and the use of his first name combined with the order makes him do so. His hand falling slack to his side as he glowers into Alexander’s violet eyes.
Alexander seems surprised that he’d been obeyed with no resistance, no flair or bite. He stands still, arm still outstretched, Jefferson can tell he’s thinking, trying to process the situation they’ve found themselves in.
It is not often either of them is shocked into speechlessness around the other. And yet neither man rushes to fill it as they would under normal circumstances. And so the silence stretches on for a minute longer.
“I-” Thomas pauses at the intense look in Alexander’s eyes as he speaks, but for once in the time that they’ve known each other Alexander does not interrupt him.
“I find that the uniform rather…..becomes you.”
He had only ever spoken to Martha in such a gentle manner. Women had come and gone from his company in myriad over his years. Women he would call “stunning” “alluring” “provocative” if the need arose, never one to say such frilly things to them as “wonderful” “kind” “lovely.”
And Alexander himself was not even a woman, and was not such the type of person whom Thomas should or would address in such a mannerism. He scared himself. They would call him a Mary if they knew, something of which he was truly not, or at least not wholeheartedly.
“You do?”
“It’s nice looking.” Thomas admits. “And it makes you look powerful.”
“It does?”
He nods. “Authoritative.” He then clarifies. “In charge.”
“I did have to lead a battalion of men through the war.”
“Should I be calling you General then?”
He means for it to come out a lot less meaningful than it does, something funny to lighten the very stiff mood they’ve found themselves in, he doesn’t mind arguments, he’s used to them, but the atmosphere here seems different. Instead it comes out weak, like a pleading question.
“If you like.” Alexander says.
“General.” He says, lust thick in his voice.
Alexander moves, Thomas doesn’t dare shift his stance as his hands unbutton Thomas’s pants, one hand slipping inside of them to grasp his half hard dick.
Thomas groans softly, bottom lip catching between his teeth as he stares into Alexander’s eyes, the man’s hand expertly sliding up and down the shaft. He’d done this before, and the thought alone was orgasmic enough for Thomas to toss his head back, thumping into the wall as Alexander pushed himself right against Thomas’s front.
“At least-” Thomas moaned as Alexander swiped his thumb over the slit. “Fuck at least take my pants off, so I don’t get them dirty.”
Alexander fixed him with a challenging stare. “Are you giving me orders?” He asks.
Alexander has caught on quickly, and is playing his part well as Thomas swallows heavily realizing his error.
“No sir.” He whispers.
Alex nods. “That’s right, because you’re not in charge here are you?”
Thomas shakes his head.
“Good boy, go sit on the table.”
Thomas almost trips in his hurry to do as he’s instructed. Sitting down on the wood and only a moment later Alexander is standing between his legs.
“You’re so obedient.” He praises, hands running up Thomas’s thighs. “You would have made an excellent soldier.” And then he leans in close to Thomas’s ear. “Not that I would have had you fighting, oh no you’re far too precious for that.”
Thomas shivers as Alexander’s teeth graze the shell of his ear. “No, I'd have a much better position picked out for you, the general’s personal cock warmer.”
Thomas whines as Alexander’s hand strokes his dick again, his legs falling open wider on reflex.
“Waiting inside my tent till I come back from the battlefield, naked and ready for me.”
Thomas nods his agreement as Alexander’s thumb gathers precum, making each slide slicker.
“Fucking you every single night, molding that ass to the shape of my dick, you’d learn to take it so good.”
“Yes general.” Thomas whines. “Yes I want that.”
Alexander smirks. “Of course you do, little sluts like you? That’s all you want. I’d train you so well, the only thing you’d ever be able to say is “yes general, more general, please general.” My pretty little toy.”
Thomas’s dick twitches in his hands and he smirks, hand moving a bit faster. “Sucking me off under my desk while I write correspondences. Sitting on my dick while I’m reading, showing off your body to me whenever I ask.”
Thomas’s hips buck up into Alexander’s hand.
“Are you going to cum Thomas?”
“Yes general.”
“And what do we say? We ask permission don’t we? You don’t get to do whatever you want without your commanding officer’s approval.”
“Please sir.” Thomas begs. “Please sir can I cum?”
“Mmm. Good boy.” Alexander hums appreciatively, he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and wraps it loosely around the head of his dick. “Yes you may.”
As Alexander tosses the cloth into a bin Thomas figures that is the end, it must be. He’s never gone on for longer than a single round before with anyone. But Alex doesn’t tuck him back into his pants.
Instead he moves to undo the buckle on his own.
“Lie down.”
Thomas looks at him puzzled. “But aren’t we-”
Alex’s head snaps up. “We do not disobey direct orders.”
Thomas swallows heavily. “Yes, general.”
“Lie down.”
His back hits the desk with a quiet thump. A bit more movement from Alex and then his hands are on Thomas, tugging his pants down his legs. Thomas looks down, Alex has only let his own dick free, the rest of his outfit still worn, still crisp and professional.
He drapes Thomas’s pants and underwear over a chair and grabs one of Thomas’s ankles tossing it over his shoulder.
“Now you’ll be good and quiet won’t you?” He said. His pointer finger probes at Thomas’s entrance, slipping inside of him. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you would we? Wouldn’t want any of the other soldiers to know that the general has a favorite.”
Thomas whines as he adds in a second one, slowly fingering him open. Softly rubbing at a bundle of nerves inside of him that has his legs shaking and his hands over his mouth to hold in the sounds he can’t control.
“Have you ever done it like this?” Alexander purrs. “With another man? With your wife?”
Thomas shakes his head hurriedly, a tear slipping out at the sensations.
Alexander withdraws his fingers, seemingly pleased with Thomas’s response. “Good boy.” He purrs. “I’ll be the first to fill you up, and after you have me you won’t want anyone else.”
And then he’s pressing in, it's slow, it stretches, it's a slight burn as he goes inch by inch every time he stops he waits for Thomas to nod for him to continue until he’s bottomed out inside of him.
“God you’re so tight.” He hums. “So fucking good for me.”
And then he’s pulling out and thrusting back in.
The angle of Thomas’s elevated leg lets him sink deep in with each thrust. Thomas’s spent dick twitches in interest at the simulation as Alex hits that little spot inside of him with each thrust, picking up a rhythm as he goes along.
“Oh fuck.” He whines, screwing his eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I thought I told you not to talk.” Alexander barks. One of his hands moves, shoving Thomas’s dress shirt up over his chest to his neck, fingers gliding over his skin. “But you’re dumb aren’t you sweetheart, you want nothing but your general, you’re my little toy aren’t you? If I wanted you to think I wouldn’t be training you to want my cock so much would I? You just want your head to be empty and your hole to be full don’t you?”
“Yes, yes general I want-fuck!”
He can feel every inch of his cock as it drags in and out of him.
“I don’t have to gag you do I?” Alexander asked. “Everyone’s going to hear you getting fucked, and all you can do is whine about it. “
Thomas shook his head. “No general, no I’ll be good.”
“Oh of course you will.” Alexander coos. “You follow orders so well.”
He continues to thrust into him at a bruising pace, Thomas’s fists clench uselessly in the air above his head.
“General.” He gasps. He can feel the familiar build up in his stomach. “General please.”
“Going to cum again?” Alexander teased. “And I don’t have anything to clean you up with.” But his thrusts did not slow down, one of his knuckles rubbed against Thomas’s balls and he bit his lip, head craning to the side to conceal his cry.
“Please general, please can I?”
“Of course you perfect thing, not a single drop better get on my uniform though. Then everyone will know what we’ve been up to.”
Before the full sentence is even out of his mouth Thomas is cumming, Alex stroking his dick away from him so he cums on his own bare chest and stomach, he tries to catch his breath, to come down from his high but this time there is no pause. Alexander flips him over, strength evident and that thought makes Thomas shiver, the fact that Hamilton can lift him so effortlessly until Thomas is lying on his stomach, and Alex lifts his ass just a bit higher, Thomas toeing the ground as he continues to pound into him.
He gasps his lungs constricting, face buried in his arms and he’s moaning, his mouth biting down on his hand so he’s not so loud.
“Don’t worry pet, I know you can’t control yourself when I'm giving you all this pleasure.” Alexander coos. “And you’re taking it so well.” His hands are on Thomas’s hips pulling him harshly back into each thrust and his eyes are on Thomas’s hole watching his cock slide in and out.
“Does it feel good Thomas?”
Thomas is too focused on the feeling of Alexander’s thighs pressing into his hole with each rut that it takes him a moment to spit out. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes general, yes it feels so good, mmm fuck you’re cock feels so good inside of me.”
He grits his teeth as his own dick rubs harshly against the wood of the table.
“Now keep in mind that we are only finished once your general has cum.” Alexander says. “Even if you did come first.”
“Yes sir.” Thomas gasps. “Yes, fuck general can I?”
“Again?” But he grabs Thomas’s hips shoving them into the desk and Thomas spills over himself with a cry.
His legs are heavy and his feet slip out from under him, the only thing keeping him from dropping to his knees are Alexander’s hands on his hips.
“Oh i’m going to fucking ruin you honey, you make the sweetest little noises, your hole takes my cock so well.”
Thomas would answer if he could find the breath too. He’s gasping and coughing as Alexander lifts his hips again. “Come on, stand up.”
“No more.” Thomas whines pitifully, putty in Alexander’s arms as the man moves him only a couple of feet into a chair. “Please I can’t take anymore.”
“Oh nonsense, and besides you’re only here for my pleasure remember?” He tosses Thomas’s legs over the arms of the chair before pressing right back in.
“Oh I like it like this, don’t you? Spread open on display for your general, showing off your pretty hole, you want me to pound it don’t you? And your pretty little spent cock.” Alexander rubs his thumb teasingly over the head and a bit of cum spurts out the top. “I wonder how many more times I can make you cum.”
“Please.” Thomas begs. “General please.”
“Don’t worry Thomas, I'll give you what you need.”
His thoughts slip away from him as Alex continues to fuck into him, he can feel his own cum running down his thighs, he doesn’t know whose office this is but he feels utterly sorry for them come tomorrow morning.
“So pretty, so perfect, my toy.” Alexander’s whispered endearments become gibberish and Thomas’s nerves continue to alight with overstimulated pleasure. He’s only aware of the steady weight of Alexander thrusting into him, and the tingling in his groin that doesn’t let up.
“Look at you just fucking taking it.” Alexander slides his hands to Thomas’s thighs, before leaning in and kissing him. Thomas had never kissed another man before and is almost embarrassed by the way his eyes shut and his mouth falls open as Alexander plunges his tongue inside.
He’d had sex with other women before, made dances with tongues and teeth and he thought himself rather good at it, but he’d been married to Martha for 10 years, and she was the only person he’d kissed all that time. Martha was sweet and chaste, and so he was inexperienced, although happy to let Alexander take the lead as he devoured Thomas’s whines.
Alexander pulls away from his mouth, his lips replaced by his fingers. Watching Thomas welcome two of the digits into his mouth, his eyes blown wide staring into Alexander’s own and when Alex feels satisfied he removes them, Thomas panting as a string of saliva connects them before Alexander’s hand moves down to where his dick is still fucking his hole.
“I think we can fit more in here, don’t you?” He whispers, wet fingers teasing at the rim.
Thomas shakes his head weakly but Alexander only smiles. “Oh come now, don’t you want to make your general proud? I know you do, you’re such a good boy. You want me to fill up your little hole? Really make you feel stretched?
Thoma nods, breath hitching as Alex’s fingers push in next to his cock. “You like it here?”
Thomas nods again, head hitting the soft leather of the chair. “Yes there please, I want it there.” He squeezes his eyes shut as a few tears slip down his cheeks.
“Crying already Thomas?” The fingers push in harshly and Thomas’s legs jump at the stretch. “You know I do what I want with you and you have no choice but to accept whatever pleasure I give you. You’re not the one in charge here, I am. So just sit there and look pretty while I do all the work.”
Thomas’s arms are arched above his head once again snatching at empty air as Alexander looms over him, screwing him further and further into the chair.
“You love being the general’s whore don’t you? Say it Thomas.”
“I love it.” He whimpers, voice barely audible. “Fuck, I love being your whore general.”
He keens as Alexander brings his legs up higher, bending into himself in the chair feet almost at his ears as Alexander drives himself deeper and deeper, the sound of skin against skin is obscene.
“General.” He whines. “General please!”
“You going to make another fucking mess Thomas? For the fourth fucking time? Are you always this sensitive? Or did I just get you all worked up? Imagine getting turned on by an outfit. How pathetic. Oh but it feels nice to have your general fucking you doesn’t it? Go on then, cum.”
His knees jump together as he cums all over his bare chest.
“God you’re fucking filthy.” Alexander groans. Thomas feebly squeezes around his length, his thoughts becoming too foggy to even focus properly anymore. Wondering how on earth Alex is fucking lasting this long.
“That's it.” Alexander murmurs and fuck his hands are lifting Thomas again, up and out of the chair, despite their height difference he’s holding Thomas against him if only for a moment before his back is being pressed into the carpet and his legs are around Alexander’s hips.
“Almost there pet.” Alexander assures him his pace never slows. “Just lie there and take it for a bit more.”
Thomas opens his mouth, head lolling to the side as he tries to form words that won’t come. Alexander listens to the garbled sounds for a moment, smirking. “Speechless are we? Have I really fucked every thought out of that pretty head?”
“Uh-eh–mmm-fu–ge-”
“You don’t need to talk pet. I know.”
His fingers trail up Thomas’s chest, scooping Thomas’s own cum along with them. “Let's give that mouth something better to do.”
He sucks his cum off of Alex’s fingers opening for it each time Alexander dips his fingers in it. And when he feels Alexander’s hips stutter against him, his oversensitive dick shows interest, Alex’s hand wrapping loosely around it.
“One more time Thomas, I know you can do it one more time.”
And he does, spilling over into Alex’s hand as Alexander finishes inside of him.
Soft and gentle hands caress his face, trail through his hair, bring his face up for a tender kiss as the room stops spinning and he’s able to catch his breath and his heartbeat slows down. He comes back to himself in bits and pieces, watching Alexander through a cloudy gaze as he stands up and leaves the room.
Thomas is filled with a sense of loneliness, how could he just walk away and leave him like this? And he’s about to try and see if he can stand and sort out his mess when Alex returns, a wad of napkins in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
And Thomas smiles and slumps back to the ground. Alexander uses the water and the napkins to clean up their mess, he scrubs the cum stain on the floor, the ones on the desk, wipes meticulously at the chair, he leaves once more but Thomas knows he will be back.
And he is with more napkins and water, kneeling beside Thomas to clean his hole and the little streaks of cum he hadn’t gotten before. And he’s finally back to himself as Alexander goes to retrieve Thomas’s pants.
“I’ve got it.” He says leaning heavily on the desk chair as Alexander hands him the clothing and he maneuvers them over his shoes, buttoning himself up.
“So.” Alexander says, arms swinging awkwardly by his sides as Thomas fumbles to loop his belt. “Should we talk about this?”
Thomas looks down at the man, he’d forgotten in the throes of passion how small he actually was. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yes.” Alexander says a little too quickly before his gaze darts away in embarrassment. “Uh but not here.”
“Later then.” Thomas says, his usual confidence returning to him. “After we finish up with your big night.” He puts air quotes around the last two words and Alex rolls his eyes.
“My place or yours?”
“Oh mine of course Alexander, I wouldn’t be caught dead in whatever flea infested hole you shack up in.”
“Be quiet!”
Thomas raises an eyebrow. “Is that an order general?”
Alexander only opens the office door with a huff and stomps into the hall. Thomas laughs to himself before following after him. Watching the bounce of his ponytail as he swings around the corner, the festivities are still in full swing.
“And so watch your fucking mouth next time!” Alexander suddenly turns on him.
“Oh piss off Hamilton.” He sneers.
“Gentlemen please!” George calls in exasperation. “Not tonight!”
Thomas makes his way over to James, glad his cane hides his limp and the ache in his back well as he sits down carefully beside him, trying not to wince.
“You two were gone so long I thought one of you murdered the other.” He says worriedly.
“I wish.” Thomas growled. “Little shit wouldn’t stop fucking talking.
“Did you at least put him in his place?”
Thomas took a sip of the water glass in front of him. “Of course I did.”