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).