#hamiltonticklefic

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Ribs And Coffee

Request from @lessangrypapercollector

“I have no weakness!”, Lee Burr!

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“We need to target the man’s weaknesses”, Jefferson announced to the other two men that afternoon, “Hit him where it hurts most. Burr, so you happen to know any of Hamilton’s weaknesses?”. Madison and Jefferson turned to Burr, knowing that he used to have quite a strong friendship with Hamilton.

Burr groaned softly, “Thats the problem, he is his own weakness. His whole personality is weak”. Burr didn’t actually mean that, he just said it to impress the other two. What he didn’t know however, was that Hamilton was spying on the conversation from afar, and had heard every word.

Later that day, Burr walked over to Hamilton’s house. Running against him politically was difficult, as he didn’t want their friendship to end. He knocked twice, and Hamilton answered. The man wore a frown as soon as he saw who was at the door.

“Um, Alexander”, he said awkwardly, knowing by the look Hamilton was giving him that he was mad, but not knowing why. “Aaron Burr, sir”, Hamilton responded dryly, “Shallowest of men. What is it?” “I just want to catch up”, Burr stated, “How have you been, Alexander?”. “Strong”, Hamilton replied, “Strong as ever”. Burr smiled faintly, “Iv’e been feeling rather weak lately actually, working with Madison and Jefferson is rather draining”. 

“Really?”, Hamilton said, “Because it sounded today like you were getting on just fine!” 

“What do you mean?”, Burr asked, genuinely confused.

Hamilton eyed him with an ice-cutting glare: “I heard you call me weak”

Burr suddenly snapped. Of course, Hamilton was spying on his meetings! He shook his head, “I only said that to impress the other two. I’m really sorry, I meant nothing by it”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because I am your friend Alexander, thats why”

Hamilton turned his head away, considering this for a moment. He sighed, “Fine, I believe you. Come in Burr”

The two drank coffee at Hamilton’s dining table, chatting about life and how it was going for the two of them.

“Also, it’s good that I said what I said”, Burr said, stirring a spoon in his mug, “Because otherwise, I would have had to tell them your actual weaknesses”. Hamilton crossed his arms, “Like what?” Burr grinned, “Your fear of Owls!” Hamilton chuckled and shook his head, “And what would they do with that information Burr? Hide an owl under my pillow? I don’t even think that Jefferson knows what an owl is!”. The two men laughed, they enjoyed chatting like this. “And if you told them that, I’d just tell them about your weaknesses!”, Hamilton exclaimed. Burr crossed his arms, mimicking Hamilton’s actions from earlier, “What weaknesses? I don’t have any!”.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“You sure?”

“Name one!”

Hamilton grinned cheekily, a light sparkling in his eyes, which made Burr nervous instantly. 

“Uh, Alexander, what are you thinking?”

Hamilton smiled brighter, “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how I could demonstrate one of your weaknesses right now”.

Burr nervously stood up, “Which one?”

Hamilton stood up to be at eye level with him: “How ticklish you are”.

As soon as the words left the mans mouth, Burr ran. 

He darted out the door, and up Hamilton’s staircase. He had a huge smile of anticipation on his face as he ran, knowing that eventually, Ham would have to catch up to him. He made it to the end of a dead-end corridor, and cussed under his breath. Hamilton grinned evily, “Uh-oh Burr, looks like you’ve been cornered!”

Burr sighed, “Just, please don’t go for my ribs, okay?”

Hamilton grinned wider, had Burr done that on purpose? Surely the man was smart enough to know that asking somebody not to tickle a certain spot would only make the other person more encouraged to do so. Yes, as it turns out, the man was smart enough. He blushed deeply, knowing what was to come. It was super stressful hanging out with Madison and Jefferson, this would be a good stress reliever. Hamilton slowly creeped over to Burr menacingly. “So, you have no weakness, huh?”. 

Burr was getting impatient; “Just do it Alexander!”

As soon as the words left his lips, he cupped a hand over his mouth. Crap, he should not have said that. He felt like sinking into the floor. 

“Do what?”

“L-let me go?”

“Huh! Nice try!”

And with that, Hamilton went straight for the kill, Burr’s ribs. He squealed and began shrieking with laughter instantly.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHALEHEHEX!”

“Yes Burr?”, Hamilton inquired, wiggling his fingers between the ribs.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Wow!”, Hamilton remarked, “For someone who doesn’t have any weaknesses, you sure seem pretty weak right now!”

“NOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIT!”

“Hey!”, Hamilton exclaimed, “Language!”

He lifted his fingers, much to Burr’s unpleasant pleasant surprise. “Swearing will not be tolerated in my house!”, Hamilton remarked, crossing his arms.

“It’s, it’s not such a bad word”, Burr reasoned. 

Hamilton smiled cheekily and gently pushed Burr to the ground and grinned down at him wickedly. “I repeat, swearing will not be tolerated in this house! Now, I ask you, how many ribs does a man have?”

Burr’s eyes widened, “No Alexander, don’t-”

Hamilton wiggled his finger over Burr’s top left rib, “One”. 

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHA!”

“Two”

“DAHAHAHAHMNIT HAHAHAH!”

“Three....hey, stop moving around so much, you’ll make me lose count!”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

“Oh well”, Hamilton sighed with a shrug, “Too bad, I guess we’ll have to start again from on-”

“What is going on here?”, Eliza asked from the other end of the hall, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. Crap, Burr hoped that she hadn’t seen that. He softly caught his breath as Hamilton turned around to face his wife. “Oh, hi honey, I didn’t realise you’d be back so early. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Eliza let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Oh, I’m not surprised that you didn’t hear me over Burr shrieking with laughter! What have you done to the poor man?”

Burr blushed harder, “Erm, nothing, miss Hamilton”. Eliza just smiled at that, “Oh, don’t be embarrassed Burr, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry, my husband can get a little out of control at times”. “Hey!”, Hamilton whined in his defence, “He told me he had no weaknesses, and I thought it my duty to prove him wrong!” Eliza just nodded her head, “Well, I’ll leave you men to it”. 

“What?!”, Burr cried.

“Oh, you heard me”, Eliza said with a smirk, “If my husband is tickling you to tears to prove a point, I will let him do it”. Eliza swung around on her heels and left.

Burr looked up at Alexander, who had a dumbfounded expression on his face, before it turned mischievous.

“Well”, he said, “You heard my wife! Back to one!”

“No-AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

“One”

“STOHOHOHOP!”

“Really?”, Hamilton asked, ”Why would I stop, I’m only up to one!”

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Plus, I don’t even think you want me to stop anyway”, he teased, spidering his fingers up down the other mans ribs and torso. 

Burr hated to admit it, but the man was right. 

The tickling continued for quite some time; Hamilton switching between pokes and light squeezes and spidering and clawing every few seconds, making it impossible to predict his next move. It tickled like hell, and all that Burr could do was let go and laugh. Yet still, it got to be a little too much after a while, and Hamilton seemed to notice, because he stopped.

Burr sat up, panting, and Hamilton lifted him to his feet. “Need a drink?”, he offered. Burr just shook his head, giggles still escaping his lips. “Nohoh, juhust coffee”. 

“Just coffee?”, Hamilton clarified in disbelief.

Burr nodded, “Just coffee”

Hamilton softly nudged his side, making him squeak, “Theres another weakness of yours Burr, coffee!”

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[mes-obsessions-89]

Jefferson/Hamilton Tickle Torture fic

All the perfect circumstances were in place, and only a little bit of help from Madison was needed. Now, Thomas obviously hadn't told his friend his entire plan; James would think he was insane. But something deep down told Thomas his plan would work, and he could have some fun while he did it. 

It was no secret to anyone who worked under Washington that Hamilton frequently slept on the clock. It wasn't often; he only napped when things were uneventful and the he had nothing to do for the day. Today was one of those days. Thomas peaked his head into Hamilton's office, making sure to be as quiet as he could be. Surely enough, there was Hamilton with his head resting on his arms, peacefully snoozing. Thomas gave the sleeping man a smirk before softly closing the door behind him. Perfect. 

Washington was out for a meeting that day. Also perfect. That meant there would be nobody around to interfere with any... mischief that could take place. The rest of the employees worked on the lower floors, essentially leaving only Washington, Hamilton, Jefferson, and Madison with their own offices on the top floor. All Thomas had to do was ask his companion for a favor, and James was on his merry little way back to Thomas's house, a good half hour drive either way.

"Good morning, Alexander," Thomas said cheerfully as his coworker opened his eyes. 

Alexander was immediately annoyed, but went to stretch only to discover that his hands were bound behind his chair by what appeared to be his own belt. "Jefferson, what the hell is this?" He asked upon realizing his feet were in a similar position, bound by another belt.

"Just a little bit of fun," Thomas answered, taking the spare seat and propping the smaller man's feet up on his lap. "For once, I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen."

"Is this some sick fetish of yours?"

"Mm, not necessarily. But I'm still going to enjoy it." He began to take off Hamilton's boots, teasing Alex for the heels. "Trying to feel taller, Hamilton?"

"Why are my shoes off?" Alexander asked, suddenly feeling slightly nervous about what his nemesis had planned.

Thomas ignored the question. "So, you know how Washington always takes your side? And you just jabber so nobody else can get a word in?"

The younger man nearly snorted. "Mr. Washington takes my side because my ideas don't suck, unlike yours."

"Tsk. You're in no position for that kind of attitude, Hamilton." Just like that, Alex's socks were gone, joining his shoes on the floor. 

Before Alex could question this, two of Thomas's fingernails began slowly travelling down the sole of one foot. He giggled in spite of himself, yanking his feet off his coworker's lap. "What are you doing?!"

"Don't tell me you aren't familiar with tickling, Hamilton. You're not that stupid." Jefferson pulled the other man's feet back onto his lap, keeping ahold of the belt to stop him from escaping. He lightly spider tickled as he explained, "It's just a little persuasion tactic. You're going to shut up at the next company conference. Let someone else take the cake... An underappreciated marketing president, for example."

"I'm go-ohohohoing to te-hehehehell-" The laughing man struggled to get his sentence out, wiggling in his chair desperately. 

"Going to what? Tell Mr. Washington?" He jeered. "Tell him what? That I tied you up and tickled you? No, he won't believe that. Daddy won't help you out of this one, you spoiled brat." He paused his assault on Alexander's feet to pick up a long, feather quill from the desk. "Recognize this?"

"You went through my desk! You're so dead," Alex protested, which went unacknowledged by his attacker. 

"Why do you even have one of these things? We have pens, Hamilton, get with it," Thomas rambled, using soft tip of the feather to tease his victim's arches. 

Alexander squirmed anxiously, but wasn't laughing yet. "Jefferson, this is ridiculous. Just let me go."

"We've barely had any fun yet, Alex," Jefferson ran the feather between two of his toes, earning a surprised squeak from the smaller man. He repeated the motion several more times before he turned the feather around and attacked Alex's soft soles with the quill end, reducing his enemy to a squirmy, giggly mess. 

"This isn't funny!" Alex forced out through the laughter. He was kicking and spinning a little in his swivel chair, but Jefferson had his feet held tightly. Curse his having the same build as a spaghetti noodle.

"Actually, I find this quite funny. And you obviously agree, since you're laughing." Thomas smiled as he continued to assault Alex's feet, eventually abandoning the quill in favor of his own fingers.

Poor Alex was forced to laugh until his face turned red and he was gasping for breath before Thomas would allow him a moment of rest. 

"Just tell me that you won't be a little bitch at our next conference, and this could all be over."

"Fine!" Hamilton agreed immediately, desperate for a way out. "I'll let Washington accept your awful ideas!"

Alex briefly received a dirty look before Thomas's fingers went back to his feet, immediately going to his most ticklish spots there.

"You know, I offered you an escape. It's almost like you enjoy this, We can do this for the next hour if you'd like." Jefferson's gibe sounded like an honest threat. 

Alexander was half-regretting his childish jab at the other man already. His remorse only grew when his opponent produced a bottle of baby oil from under the chair and screwed the cap off. 

"I almost feel bad for this. But not really." Thomas held Alexander's feet out to avoid getting the oil on his nice pants as he covered his victim's feet, leaving them looking smooth and wet. He rubbed it in somewhat, allowing Alexander a moment of calm before the storm. 

The smaller man's eyes widened at the site of a hairbrush finding its way into Thomas's hand. "I picked up a spare this morning just for you," he explained, trapping Alex's oil-drenched feet with his arm. "Any last words?"

"I'll support your dumbass plan, Jefferson! Please... Let me go," Alexander's face was bright red as he begged Jefferson- Jefferson, of all people- to set him free. "Whatever it is. And I won't talk for longer than ten minutes."

"How nice of you," The tickler sneered. "I'm still going to do it, though."

"WAIT, DON-" Before poor Alex's argument could fully exit his mouth, Thomas began brushing his soles relentlessly, sending Alex's head backward in a fit of laughter as he kicking and pull at the belt around his wrists. "STOHOHOHOP!" He begged uselessly as Thomas kept going for as long as he wanted. 

Eventually, the older man did have pity and cease the tickling, gently tossing the hairbrush onto the desk. "Remember, Hamilton. Because it will be so much worse if you break your deal."

Alexander nodded furiously, not wanting his ticklish feet to be in Jefferson's clutches ever again. Jefferson was kind enough to take the belt restraints off his limbs, returning his own to around his waist. He picked up the hairbrush and baby oil to take with him.

"I won't mention your... excitement," Thomas smirked, eyeing the bulge in Alexander's pants. "And I shall see you tomorrow, Hamilton."

This is my first attempt at a tickle fic. I’m taking requests if anyone wants something specific!

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Save The Queen

Ok, so I said I’d post this later but I just couldn’t resist!

Prompted by @randomtickleewriterstudent 

Summary: Burr helps Hamilton play his chess game, in a very unexpected way...

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon in Manhattan, New York.

Alexander Hamilton stood outside President George Washington’s office, a stack of papers in hand. He knocked on the thin door twice, causing the room to rumble softly.

“Come in”, came the voice of George Washington. Hamilton obeyed, stepping inside to find Washington with a quill in his hand, writing some sort of letter.

“I have the papers”, Alexander said, making the other man look up. Washington smiled softly at the sight of one of his hardest and most loyal workers.

“Thank you Hamilton”, he said, “Put them on my desk”.

Hamilton nodded and walked by Washington’s desk, placing the papers down. As he did so, he accidentally knocked over Washington’s jar of ink, causing ink to spill all over the letter Washington was writing, ruining it.

Hamilton gasped: “I’m so sorry!”.

Washington just shook his head and looked up at him, “Don’t be, son. We all make mistakes”. 

Yet Hamilton could tell that Washington was a little irritated. 

“I could, erm, rewrite that letter for you if you want”, Hamilton offered.

“That would be nice”, Washington responded.

And so Hamilton sat at the presidents desk, writing out on a new sheet of parchment the words that came out of Washington’s mouth. 

Once he was done, he dropped the quill, his hands a little red from witting so fast. Of course, Hamilton was used to this, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Washington noticed Hamilton’s red hand.

“Sorry, did I go to fast?”.

“No”, Hamilton responded.

George Washington thought for a moment. “You seem worked out Hamilton, would you like to take a break with me?”.

Hamilton’s face lit up, “I would love to, sir”.

Hamilton really was feeling worked out, from both the essays he placed on the president’s desk and the letter that he just wrote for him. He didn’t often take breaks, but he couldn’t say no to the president of the United States. And it was fun spending time with Washington, he was a smart man and had lots of insights to give, in one game in particular...

“Chess!” both men said at once.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and than burst out laughing. Washington was a very good chess player, and liked giving Hamilton new techniques and strategies to follow. Of course, for every time he played Washington, the better he got himself.

They both walked over to Washington’s couch’s and set up the board on his coffee table, each man on either side of it. They didn’t even have to ask each other about what colour to play; Washington always played as black and Hamilton always played as white.

“Would you like me to give you tips as we play?”, Washington asked.

“No”, Hamilton replied, “I’m feeling competitive today”.

Just than, there was another knock at the door, making the room quietly rumble.

“Come in”, Washington called.

In stepped a short man: Aaron Burr. 

“Sir, may we have a discussion?”, Burr asked.

“Maybe later”, Washington responded.

Burr was about to walk out, when Hamilton said, “I have an idea! How about winner plays Burr!”.

Burr raised an eyebrow in confusion, before walking over to see the chess board on the table between the two men. Understanding, he nodded.

“Do you play chess?”, Washington asked.

Burr smiled, a common habit of his, “Yes, and I am quite good if I do say so myself”. Burr shook his head and added, “Sir”.

Washington chuckled, “You don’t have to call me that. For now”.

He patted a seat next to himself on the couch for Burr to take.

And so, the game began. Alexander advanced his pawn, to which Washington responded with a knight. Alexander took another pawn out to threaten that knight, and Washington advanced his knight further to the centre. 

A few moves later, and Washington was already dominating the game. Snatching pieces, threatening pieces and taking control over most of the board. 

Hamilton cursed under his breath every time another valuable piece was taken, wishing that he had accepted the other man’s guidance.

Burr seemed to be very interested in the game, observing the board and calculating many possible moves for each player and their outcomes in his head. He noticed Hamilton make a very stupid mistake with his queen, and had to try hard not to make a noise as to spoil the game.

Just than, Washington stood up, “Do you guys need a drink?”. The other two shook their heads. “Well than, if you’d excuse me, I’m just going to get some water for myself, be right back”. And with that, the president left the room.

Alexander and Burr sat in silence for a few moments, before Burr muttered: “Your in trouble”.

“What?”, Alexander asked.

“Oh, I mean, Washington will destroy you when you get back”.

Hamilton tilted his head, “Why?”.

Burr snickered, “Look at your queen Alexander”.

Hamilton looked at the board. “What? I don’t see anyth- OH SHIT.”

Burr chuckled to himself, “Yeah, that is a bit of a problem isn’t it”.

The problem they were talking about: Washington’s pawn was just diagonal from Hamilton’s queen, and he would surely take it on the next move. Crap, why didn’t he see that?

“Of course”, Burr said at a clearly frustrated Alexander, “You could cheat”.

“What?”

“I said, you could cheat. Quickly, move your queen before Washington gets back, hopefully he won’t notice anything”.

Hamilton raised an eyebrow, he rarely saw this side of Burr. Burr never cheated, at life or in a game. Yet Hamilton was ready to obey, as it could have been his only chance of winning the game. He did as Burr suggested, and moved his queen one space down. 

A few moments later, Washington returned with a small glass of iced water in his hands.

“Now, where were we?”, he said, resuming his position on the couch. As soon as he glanced at the board before him, a smile spread across his face.

“Hamilton?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Did you move your queen when I was gone?”.

Crap. 

“No”, Hamilton lied, fumbling with the buttons on his coat.

“Are you sure?”, Washington asked him, raising an eyebrow, a wide grin on his face.

“Yes”, Hamilton responded, tying to keep eye contact with the man as his knees wobbled.

“Come’ere son!”, Washington chuckled, walking to the other side of the board and sitting down on Hamilton’s couch, wrapping an arm around the man’s shoulder. Hamilton squeaked.

“Now what if I told you”, Washington explained, “That this was all a test?”.

Hamilton’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping open. Washington chuckled at the look on the mans face, and Burr also couldn’t help letting out a humph of amusement. Hamilton shot Burr an ice-cutting look, to which he just responded with a finger to his lips, as if to say: ‘Don’t tell him I suggested it’.

“Now”, Washington said, “Since I know that your a cheater, it’s about time I give you your next lesson”.

With that, the president pounced on him, leaving him laid back on the couch.

“Never cheat at chess”, Washington said down at him, “Because there are consequences”.

Hamilton gulped,”What kind of consequences sir?”.

“Well, glad you asked”, Washington said, a smug smirk glued to his face; “You see, the other day, I went in to check on you at your house, and I saw something very interesting through your window. You were play fighting with your friend John Laurens, is that correct?”.

Hamilton’s eyes widened once again, “Uh, umm....”

“Oh, my eyes never deceive me son. But you know, you have always seemed to me like the ticklish type”.

“Wait-sir-NO!”, Hamilton cried, but it was too late, Washington had started clawing his quick fingers up and down his ribs.

“No what?”, Washington asked, not slowing his attack.

Hamilton tossed his head back in hysterical laughter, trying to squirm away to no avail.

“Whats wrong son, are you a little ticklish?”, Washington teased, making his hands towards the other man’s belly, scratching and teasing at the thin cloth of his shirt. 

Burr watched the whole thing from the other couch, with a smile on his face.

Hamilton thrashed and squirmed.

“BUHUHHHUHUHUHUHURRR HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!”, he begged, squealing as Washington swirled his pointer finger into his belly-button.

Burr just chuckled, “Washington was right, there are consequences for cheating you know”.

Oh, the irony.

“SIHIHHIHIR, WAHAHAHAHASHINGTON, PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!!!”.

“Please what?”, Washington asked, “What is it Hamilton, do you want more tickles?”.

“NOHOHHOHO!”, he cried, “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE THIHIHIHHIHIHNGS!!!!”.

“Things?” Washington questioned, “Can you not say ‘tickle’ Hamilton?”.

Hamilton turned crimson, squirming around and kicking lightly in his laughter. 

Washington tried out the mans neck, which was exposed from him tossing his head back in laughter. He shrieked and pinned it down to his chest.

“NOHOHOHHOHO WHYHYHHYHYHY?!?”

“Why? Because you cheated, thats why Hamilton. And you thought I wouldn’t even notice”, Washington teased.

This was torture, just torture. Yet of course, Alexander didn’t exactly hate it. 

Ok, he loved it.

But why would he not? He was playing with Washington like a little kid after a long day at school. And the feeling of just laughing freely was...lifting. Like the worlds problems vanished for those moments, and he was just having fun with a friend.

But that still didn’t stop the man from begging and squirming.

“Wait, stop”, Burr said to Washington, making him halt his attack. A huge smile spread across the shorter’s face: “I have an idea”.

“Wait, Bur, don’t you dare!”, Alexander threatened, as the other approached him and Washington.

Burr’s eyes flashed, “Don’t I dare what Alexander? This?”.

“No! Wait-”, Burr started squeezing the sides of Hamilton’s stomach with both hands, which he knew Hamilton couldn’t stand.

“NOHOHHO HEHEHEHEEHELP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”, he cried, his laughter ticking up a pitch. 

Washington smiled down at the scene before him, “Oh, your in trouble now son”. He went back to Ham’s neck.

“YOHOHOHOHOHOUR NOHOHOHHOHOT MYHYHYHYHY DAHAHAHAHAHAD!”, Hamilton laughed, the sensations almost unbearable.

“And you, son, are not a fair chess player”, Washington responded teasingly, watching as the man completely lost his mind under the attacks.

“I was right Hamilton, Washington would destroy you when you got back!”, Burr slipped out.

Washington stopped his fingers and looked up at Burr. Burr, realising his mistake, cupped a hand over his mouth.

“What was that Burr?”, Washington asked.

“N-nothing”.

“Did you warn Hamilton about the queen?”.

“N-no”

“Did you suggest that he cheat?”

“N-no”

“Are you ticklish?”.

Washington stepped over to Burr’s side of the couch.

“N-no”.

Hamilton chuckled, sitting up, “Nothing he just said was true, sir”.

“Hamilton!”, Burr exclaimed, feeling betrayed. Hamilton just shrugged.

“You shouldn’t have done that Burr, attacked when I warned you not to”.

“And”, Washington added, “There is a punishment for assisting in cheating too”.

And soon, Burr was trapped on the couch, letting out streams of giggly laughter.

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon in Manhattan, New York. And a very playful one to!

Oh my dog I’m blushing so hard right now just from writing this! Hope you enjoyed, and my back in a little hungry so please give some feedback!

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Playful

Hello giggly messes! This is a Hamilton tickle fic that I wrote in my T fic diary a few months ago.

Summary: Aaron Burr sees himself as mature, but he can have a little fun from time to time....

Burr could be described as many things: Precise, motivated, determined, intelligent; but playful certainly wasn’t one of them. No, not Aaron Burr. He was a serious and productive man, not a silly slacker. Unfortunately for him however, he was constantly surrounded by some of the most weird, bouncy, silly men in town: Laurens, Hamilton, Mulligan and Lafayette. 

I mean sure, they were hard workers, trying to get their points across, and they’d made great progress. Folks looked up to them as inspirational figures, representatives. But boy, the four men had overactive goofball sides.

“Dream on Hamilton”, Laurens said, softly punching his friend’s arm. 

Alexander groaned: “Just you wait Laurens, just you wait”.

The four men were seated at The Place To Be Bar as usual, and they and Burr were the only ones there. Well, there was a reason for that, it was very early in the morning. 

Burr was sitting alone at a seperate table from the revolutionaries, drinking in silence. The men had invited him over, but he said that he was fine. In actuality, he wasn’t, for he had recently received the news that Theadosia’s husband had returned from battle, and that they were functioning as a normal couple once again. He thought that perhaps he could drink away his sadness, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the four men seated at the table beside him. He decided to wait till they’d leave. 

“Wait, wait for what?”, Laurens said, “For Washington to become aware of your existence?”. Lafayette let out a snicker at that. 

“Shut up”, Hamilton groaned, taking another sip.

“Don’t tell Laurens or Laf to shut up”, Hercules said. 

Listening in on the conversation, Burr knew that they’d be there a while. He got up to leave the bar, perhaps he could come back late at night when it was completely empty. 

“Yo, Aaron Burr, where you goin’?”, Laurens asked, turning to him. 

“Home”, Burr stated.

Hamilton raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. “You don’t just walk into a bar, sit alone, take a few sips and leave. Whats up Burr, is everything alright?”, Hamilton asked.

Burr just sighed as he walked up to the men, Lafayette patting a spare seat beside him for Burr to sit himself down in. 

“Actually”, he said, “Everything’s not ok. Something bad has happened”.

Burr wouldn’t give specifics, the men knew nothing of Theadosia, or any woman for that matter. But the four seemed to understand that Burr wasn’t comfortable giving details, and they accepted that. 

Lafayette swung a comforting arm around Burr’s shoulder and pat his back. Burr just looked downwards at the floor. 

“Thanks”, he muttered.

“What was that?”, Lafayette asked, softly poking Burr’s side. Lafayette intended this to just be a harmless friendly gesture, and was shocked when Burr shrieked and jumped in the air. Burr looked at the four men staring at him, and realising what just happened, blushed intensely.

“Sorry”, he said, embarrassed, “Just a bit sensitive”.

“Sensitive?”, Laurens said, “Sensitive as in ticklish?”.

Burr shivered at the word: No, not ticklish. 

‘Ticklish’ was childish and playful, Aaron Burr was not.

“No”, he responded, trying to sound calm, “Just sensitive”.

When Burr looked away, Laurens winked at Lafayette. Laf got the message and grinned deviously.

“Are you sure your not ticklish?”, he said, poking Burr’s side with more meaning this time. This time, Burr didn’t shriek, he squealed.

Jeez, why did bad things have to happen to good people?

“So, your sad. Need some cheering up Mon Ami?”, Lafayette asked as he wiggled his fingers at Burr cheekily. 

“Ok”, he chuckled, standing up, “Thats enough of that”. He turned to leave the bar.

“Get ‘im”, Hercules said.

And soon, Burr was running, dashing out of the bar as four goofs chased him. 

No, even if they caught him, he wasn’t ticklish, right? What was the point in running.

Nope, Burr was done lying to himself. He was done resisting.

He was childish, he was playful, and he was enjoying the chase. 

And yes, he was ticklish. Very damn ticklish.

He was about to leave the bar when Hamilton grabbed his arm. 

“Aaron Burr, sir. Why out so soon?”, he teased as he tackled the man to the ground.

Burr lay on the ground, completely at the mercy of the four men.

They quickly assumed their positions: Hercules holding Burr’s arms above his head, Alexander and John on his left side and and Lafayette on his right.

“So”, Laurens said, a huge grin on his freckled face, “For the last time Burr, are you ticklish?”.

Burr wiggled with anticipation, bubbling up inside of him like a cold pint of beer. He couldn’t stop the smile tweaking the corner of his lips. He didn’t say anything, which was an answer in itself, and the four men grinned wider.

And finally, they dug in.

Lafayette danced his fingers up and down Aaron’s ribs, Laurens scuttled across his neck and Hamilton poked at Burr’s fully exposed underarms, annotating fingers. Mulligan was the muscle keeping Burr down.

And he didn’t even try not to laugh, he just laughed loudly and freely, squirming madly. All of his saddened thoughts of Theadosia just disappeared in his laughter. 

Sure, he was embarrassed out of his mind, but this was still the best he’d felt in ages. But they wouldn’t know that.

“Ha! You like this!”, Lafayette remarked as he scuttled his fingers down to Burr’s belly. 

Burr turned red: “Dohohohoho nohohohohohot!”.

“Do to!”, Lafayette remarked, “You haven’t even asked us to stop, I can see it in your eyes. Your not upset anymore, are you?”.

Burr felt like he could melt; both from Lafayette’s words and the unbearably ticklish sensations all over his body.

“So Burr, whats your worst spot, hmm?”, Laurens asked, narrowing his eyes at Burr.

“Nohohohoho plehehehehehease!”, he laughed.

“No Please? Iv’e taken many biology classes, but Iv’e never heard of the No Please before”, Hamilton chuckled, the other three men groaning at his pathetic joke.

Hamilton’s underarm pokes were what was getting at Burr the most. Being tickled in such a vulnerable place without being able to protect it: pure torture. 

Hamilton seemed to notice this, and replaced his poking with wiggling fingers. 

That was when Burr cracked.

“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAWP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”.

At those words, the men quit it.

“Oh, so your underarms are your worst spot?”, Hamilton teased as Burr sat up, panting.

“You feeling better now Mon Ami?”, Laf asked, swinging an arm over Burr’s shoulder.

He was feeling better, a hell of a lot better. He hadn’t remembered the last time he felt so good. Maybe he should be playful more often.

He didn’t know why he did it, perhaps it was a tickle aftershock or spell or something. But in a second, he was viciously tearing his way through the bar at Laurens, who he knew was ticklish from a time he saw him get wrecked by the other men once. 

Laughter can do the impossible: I guess it really is the best medicine.

Sorry that was short, I wrote it a long time ago. Thanks for reading and please give me feedback! (Because my back is hungryyyy).

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

T-I  C-K  L-I  S

Request from this beautiful person right here: @randommusicaltickles

Jeffmads, Ticklish Discovery, Lee Jefferson

“That’s kinda creepy”

“I know”

“I mean, are you two related?”

Thomas Jefferson and his boyfriend James Madison had recently made the discovery that when Thomas put his hair into a high bun, he looked almost identical to Lafayette.

“No”, Thomas said, tugging at the elastic in his hair so that it could return to it’s normal lion-mane state; “I mean, he’s French, I’m Virginian, it’s highly unlikely”.

“But still possible”, James stated. Thomas just shrugged, “I guess so”. 

They were both seated on a red couch at Madison’s place, waiting for Alexander to come so that they could begin their meeting. But of course, it was best that Thomas took the elastic out of his hair before Hamilton arrived. However, the elastic had many of Jefferson’s sweet brown curls tangled in it, and it just wouldn’t budge. Jefferson cussed under his breath in his attempts to yank the thing out.

James noticed Thomas’s struggles and chuckled.

“Shut up”, Thomas whined, “Or at least help me”.

“Oh come on!”, James said, “It’s just an elastic. Le’mme try!”.

James reached his hand towards Thom’s hair, and Thomas whimpered and bum-jumped away.

“No! You might pull out some of my precious hair!”.

“Oh come’ere!”, James said, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s torso. He scrapped his nails under the elastic and neatly pulled it out, just like that.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, James said, Thomas still in his clutches.

Thomas rolled his eyes, “Easy for you to say! You have sharp nails!”.

“Yeah”, said James, “Check out these bad boys!”. 

He wiggled his nails at Thomas smugly.

So, theres this strange phenomenon out there which has been strongly debated for as long as time itself. And that is, when a person is ticklish, they will give some reactions just by the sight of wiggling fingers. Perhaps it is due to anticipation. 

Reactions, in Thom’s case, was a squeal and curling himself inward in James’ arms.

James dropped his hand and burst out laughing.

“Th-homas wha-hat was tha-hat!”, James laughed.

Thomas’s tanned cheeks turned a rich shade of red.

James had never heard Thomas squeal before. When he was annoyed or mad he cussed and rolled his eyes like the sassy man he was, something as girlish as a squeal was the least likely thing you would expect from a person like Thomas Jefferson.

Thomas couldn’t speak, only watch in embarrassment as his lover laughed his damn head off. 

“Wait a sec”, James said, halting his laughter suddenly.

Thomas raised an eyebrow, “What?”.

James smiled, “How do you keep an idiot in suspense?”.

Thomas whined, “Jaaaaaames!”.

Said man just grinned, “Or rather, how do you keep a man who is as ticklish as a five-year-old child in suspense?”.

Thomas’s ears ricked up at the word. Oh, that dreaded word.

“What do you mean?”, he asked, tying to maintain the usual sassy flair in his voice.

James’ grin tripled in size, you could see his white teeth glistening. 

“Well”, he began, “When I wiggled my gorgeous and flawless fingers at you, you squealed and turned into a little kitten baby, which is exactly how a little ticklish five-year-old child would react. Thomas, are you tick-”.

“No!”, Jefferson interrupted swiftly, too swiftly to be believable. 

“Nah”, James said, “You are the T-I  C-K  L-I  S”. With each letter, Madison scribled his fingers along a different section of Thom’s trapped torso and stomach. “H yeah, H yeah, your ticklish”.

“Lahahahazy rhyhyhyhyhymihihihng!”, Jefferson laughed. Even as he was being tickled out of his mind, he still had to make his usual sass-filled remarks.

“Lazy rhyming?”, James gasped, putting his non-tickling hand to his heart, “Why you little-”.

“NOHOHHOHO AHAHAH NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”.

James had dug his fingers under Thom’s arms, and he was full on losing it. 

“Ooo, I think Iv’e found a good spot”, James teased.

“SHUHUHUHUHT YOUHOHOHUR DAHAHAHAHAMN MOUHOUHOUHOUTH!”, Jefferson cried, wiggling around like a worm.

“Wow, saying that when your in this position, you should know better Thommy”, James teased, digging the hand that wasn’t under Thom’s arm into his neck.

Thomas pinned his chin to his chest and started giggling. 

Giggling.

Madison stoped tickling under Thom’s arms and instead focussed on that sweet spot on his lovers neck. Thomas wasn’t screaming in laughter like he was before, he was just giggling and blushing lightly, his chin pinned to his chest.

“Oh my mother of sweet lord, thats adorable”, James stated, noticing that the lighter he wiggled his fingers, the more blushy and giggly it made Thomas.

“Hahahah nohohohoho”, Thomas whined through his giggle fit.

It would have to be seen to be believed. Thomas frickin’ Jefferson, being reduced to a child-like giggle fit and wiggling around like a worm in his boyfriends arms.

“Well, now I have a new favourite pass time, tickling your adorable widdle ticklish neck”, James cooed, watching how Jefferson’s face got redder with every word.

“Of course”, the shorter stated, lifting his fingers off of Thomas, “This is pretty good to”.

“Wait-NOHHOHOHOHHOHO AHAHAHAHAH JAHAHAHAHAHAHAMES!”.

Thomas went back into his uncontrollable laughing phase as James went back to attacking his deathly ticklish underarms.

“Shhhh, be quiet. We have to hear when Hamilton knocks on the door”, James teased as he tickled faster. Jeez, those nails could work magic.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!”, Jefferson screamed.

“Thats not very nice”, James pouted, “I am getting a little bored of this though”.

With that, James lifted his fingers. 

Just as Thomas was about to sit up and give his boyfriend some serious shit-talk, Madison wiggled his fingers kn the man’s neck once again.

“Nohohohoho”, Thomas giggled, “Whehehehehen wihihihihihill yohohhohou stohohohohop?”.

Madison felt like he could melt.

“Hmmmm, maybe when you stop laughing?”, Madison suggested.

“Nohohhoho”

James kept his boyfriend in a calm and steady flow of blushy giggles for a few more minutes.

“You know what I think?”, James asked his boyfriend. Jefferson didn’t respond. 

“I think you secretly love this, don’t you Thomas?”.

Thomas went redder, “Sohohohohohon ohohohof a bihihihihitch”.

James chuckled and lightened his touches. 

That was when James heard a knock at the door.

“Oh”, he grumbled, a little annoyed about having to stop, “Looks like Hamilton’s here”.

James let Thomas go and stood up, doing a nice big stretch. Thomas glared up at him, “You nugget-head”.

James snickered at the expression, and walked down the hallway to open up the door for.....

“Burr?”

“Erm, hello”, the short man said. He was clad in a white suit and purple tie.

“Uh, no offence, but what are you doing here?”, James asked, going back to being his usual, formal self.

“Erm, I was hoping that you’d, erm, let me be apart of this meeting”, Burr said.

James sighed: “My sincerest of apologies Burr, but this is a private meeting. Perhaps we could all catch up at some AH-!”.

Thomas, the cheeky muffin, had sneaked up beside James and poked his left side. James turned around in shock, not believing that Thomas would embarrass him when he was tying to be formal.  

Thomas just shrugged, “Let the man in, we’ll kick ‘im out when Hamilton gets here”.

James tilted his head at his boyfriend, before turning back to Burr, who was fumbling with his tie. 

“Come in Burr”, he said, stepping to the side.

Thomas crouched down slightly and whispered in James’ ear: “Don’t think I will be forgetting about your reaction buddy”. 

I guess that both Jefferson and Madison were the T-I  C-K  L-I  S, H yeah, H yeah, ticklish.

Woooo that was fun to write! Sorry it’s so short! Please give feedback because my back is starrrrrvvvviiiinnngggg.