29. Jamilton? That would be awesome thanks
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29. “Come over here and make me.”
Love this prompt so much!
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You know what they say! Opposites attract! ... Right?
It was a staring match. They were breaking each other down from the inside out. Tearing away their defences just by looking deep into the darkest parts of their soul. Glares that could kill elephants, and frowns so deep they put the Grand Canyon to shame. Alexander kept his arms crossed tightly across his chest, electricity flaring through his veins and begging to be released. Thomas was more loose, natural. Letting his hands hang effortlessly by his sides, giving him a breezy, unbothered look. That only infuriated Alexander more. He felt as though Thomas couldn’t care less, that he was underestimating the power of one small angry man. The whole room was holding their breath, ready to see who would snap and scream first. In fact, a few people were making bets. Most were betting on Alexander breaking.
Thomas’ expression changed suddenly, from deep and angered, to humoured and airy. Alex grit his teeth to try and stop the words from escaping. Instead they just came out as a long, drawn hiss. Thomas laughed quietly and looked around in disbelief.
“Something to say, Hamilton?” He finally broke the silence. Yet the bets were still on, Jefferson hadn’t broke... yet. There was always time.
Alexander wiggled his fingers and bit his tongue, literally. “No, not to you.”
“Am I supposed to be offended?” Thomas placed a fake dramatic hand to his chest, feigning hurt.
“Maybe, your call.” Alex remained calm. He was cool. He was chill.
Thomas laughed again, a little louder. Washington cleared his throat. “I think this meeting is adjourned for now.” Everyone hurriedly rushed from their seats, making a wild dash for the door.
Both Hamilton and Jefferson waited for all the rest to leave, before Thomas shot him one last death stare and swaggered off. “Goodbye, Hamilton. Don’t trip on the way out.”
“Shut up, Jeffershit.” Alexander muttered, thinking he was already gone.
“Come over here and make me.” Thomas sneered before opening the door to leave.
Alexander’s eyes lit up with an idea. It was insane. Beyond comprehension. But if it worked, boy would it be satisfying.
Hamilton slowly sauntered over, catching Jefferson by surprise. The taller of the two had expected Alex to fire over an insult, or a glare. But this, this was new. And he was scared.
Alex grasped Jefferson by the collar and pulled him down, keeping their faces inches apart. “Are you sure you want me to do that?” Thomas’ breath got stuck in his throat, and all that he could do was shake. He let go of the door, listening for the slam of it closing.
And in an instant, Alexander’s lips were crashing like tsunami waves onto his. Hamilton’s eyes were closed tightly, one hand still firmly grasped onto Jefferson’s collar. At first, he was obviously taken aback, who wouldn’t be? But he found it surprisingly easy to melt into. Simple to sink in and drown in the sea of Alex. The way his lips were pressing, nipping at his own. It was all too much to keep up with. He tried to match Alexander’s hurried pace, but he was just too fast.
After what felt like an eternity, but was most likely around 10 seconds, Alexander was off of him. Thomas gazed at the floor, but his eyes kept darting around. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-
“What was that?!” He finally exclaimed.
“I shut you up in the best way I know how.” Alexander smirked smugly and opened up the door. “Goodbye, Jefferson. Don’t trip on the way out.”
“Shut up, Hamilhoe.”
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