I have two words for you and two words only.

Jamilton. Fluff.
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"Are you okay?" Alex asked, his fear slowly morphing into a hopeful, happy feeling. He hadn't felt that all month.

Thomas watched Alex, a disbelief glinting in his eyes.

"I mean, maybe." Thomas coughed. "Depends, are you okay? You're in a wheelchair."

"I'm fine. Just a little... bruised up. The doctor insisted on the chair."

"As long as you're fine, I'm fine."
Thomas murmered back, a small groan escaping his lips as he tried to prop himself up onto his elbows.

Alex's face flushed, Thomas was so cheesy sometimes.

"Don't exert yourself." Alex mumbled as he realized what Thomas was trying to do. He reached out and grabbed his forearm.

Thomas ignored him and shuffled so he was sitting up. Then, Thomas pulled away from his hand.

"What's wr-"

Thomas cut him off by reaching up and grabbing his chin, pulling him unimaginably close. He was silent for a moment before,

"I was so afraid. Did you know that?" Thomas breathed.

Alex gulped, face red. "..I..I.."

"I would die for you. I almost died for you."

Alex couldn't talk, he was too busy memorizing every inch of Thomas's face. His lips, his cheekbones, his eyes.

"I love you."

Alex could still feel him mouthing the 'u' shape as Thomas connected their lips.

It was passionate, yet so gentle and so sweet. Alex never wanted it to stop. Finally, they were together without any homophobic losers or dramatic best friends to bother them. It was pure bliss.

But, a minute or so later, Alexander realized that even the best things must come to an end.

Thomas finally pulled away, allowing them both to greedily inhale oxygen before Thomas rammed back into the kiss, making Alex gasp.

Big mistake.

Thomas forced his tongue into his mouth, tenderness forgotten as he fought against Alex for dominance. A part of his mind vaguely wondered if Alexander was a top or a bottom.
He seemed fairly dominant, considering how he managed to keep Thomas from exploring every inch of his delectable mouth.

Alex ran his hand through the side of Thomas's fluffy hair, pulling him ever closer. Thomas grasped Alexander's face tightly as the kiss deepened.

After what felt like hours, Alexander decided to pull away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.

"I love you, too, Thomas. So much I might burst." Alex panted out, heart swelling as he smiled sloppily.

Thomas grinned.

They stayed like that for a while, Thomas sitting halfway up with one elbow propping him forward and the other holding Hamilton's cheek. Alexander had his good hand in Thomas' hair and they were staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

From an outsider's point of view, it probably looked uncomfortable. But, to the both of them, it was the best they'd felt in a long time.

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"Alex?" Thomas whispered later, eyes glittering.

"Yeah?"

"Would you..." Thomas looked away. "Would you go on a date with me?"

Alex blushed and laughed giddily. This man had been basically fucking his tonsils 30 minutes ago, and now he was asking him out on a date.

Thomas looked confused.

Alex grinned. "Yes. Yes, Thomas fucking Jefferson, I'll go on a date with you."

Thomas pecked his cheek.

And for the first time in their lives, Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson were satisfied.

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My first-ish time writing actual, legit fluff.

Does it, how you say, satisfy?

~River