Aaron Bu...Oh boy
Hello lovelies! This is the first part of my ‘Alternate ending to Hamilton songs’ series. Hope you enjoy!
Fandom: Hamilton
Ship: Hamburr
The guy was cuter than he’d expected. Okay, that might be a bit of an understatement. The guy was more devilishly handsome and adorable than he’d expected. There, thats a better description.
The guy was shorter than Alexander, and had a little round face with large eyes and lips. He wore a simple outfit; a dark purple coat, a white shirt and high-risen pants. And he was muttering something under his breath, just standing there motionless, as if waiting for something. Alexander was not too familiar with such a stance, he never waited, not for a thing. He was far too active and productive to wait. I mean, what was the point? Why wait when he could act?
He approached the man, first checking that he had the right guy.
“Pardon me-”
The man turned around with an intrigued look on his face. Alexander’s heart beat sped up, and he felt his palms getting sweaty. He had never seen a cuter man in his life.
“Are you Aaron Burr, sir?”
Burr chuckled: “That depends, who’s asking?”
Ah, so he had a sense of humour to. And the most cheeky adorable gorgeous smile imaginable. Great.
“Oh sure sir, I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service sir. I have been looking for you”.
Crap, perhaps that last comment sounded creepy. Jeez, it was hard enough for him to have discussions like this in the first place, but the fact that the man was cute made it ten times harder.
But Burr just kept smiling. Oh, that smile. “I’m getting nervous”.
“Sir!”, Alexander interrupted, “I heard your name at Princeton, I was seeking an accelerated course of-”
“Sorry, what was that? Please slow down”, Burr said, a trace of nerves in his eyes too.
Slow, how slow? Slow-motion snail-slow? If he made that joke, would Burr laugh? Well, here goes...
“I heaaaaarrrdd yooooouuurrr naaaaaammmmeee”
Burr chuckled. Again. That chuckle.
“Haha, very funny”
“Your not easily amused I see”, Alexander joked.
“I am amused, but only mildly”, Burr stated, “Continue”.
“Well, uh, I, uh, heard your name at Princeton”
“Are you okay?”, Burr asked tentatively, stepping closer to Alexander. He could see all of Burr’s features more clearly now, like his scruffy eyebrows, and he felt like he could melt. Was the sweat running down his forehead showing?
“Yeah”, Alex responded, “I’m fine, your just a bit hot. Crap! I mean, it’s just a bit hot”.
Kiss.
Peck. Smooch. Emotion-backed. Right in the centre of Alexander’s cheek.
Burr’s lips may have been big, but they were delicate against his rough skin.
Burr smiled brightly as he departed, “I think your hot to, Hamilton”.
Alexander blushed, if he wasn’t blushing before, he was now, “What was that for?”
“I’m very good at reading social cues”, Burr said with a shrug, “I knew you had a crush on me from the moment you looked at me. In fact, I think anyone would’ve known”.
Alexander shook his head, how?
Burr could see the man’s confusion, and found it quite cute. The man was quite cute in general. He had a soothing voice and a shaky posture, and the most beautiful eyes Burr had ever seen.
Alexander kissed his lips, and he returned the kiss. The sun shone bright in the sky. Both Burr and Alex believed in miracles at this point.
When they departed from their second intimate action, Burr let Alexander know everything in his mind. Alex responded with everything in his mind. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
“Do you, uh, consider this a long term relationship?”, Alexander asked.
“I sure hope so Hamilton!”, Burr remarked, “I wouldn’t have kissed you unless I saw definite potential!”
“You-you can call me Alex”, Alexander stuttered, wondering how on Earth Burr was keeping so calm in this situation.
Burr tilted his head a bit, “How about Hammy?”.
Alexander chuckled, “Sure”.
”Okay than, Hammy”, Burr said, leaning forward to lightly kiss Hammy’s neck.
Hamilton giggled and jumped back, “Be careful Burr! I’m ti-”
He stoped when he saw the spark in Burr’s eyes.
“Your what, Hammy?”, Burr asked inquisitively, his eyes glistening.
Hamilton shook his head, “Uh, nothing”.
Burr smiled, “Did you know, Hammy, that I have a catch phrase?”.
Hamilton raised his brows, wondering where Burr was going with this. “Um, no. What is it?”.
Burr took a step closer to Ham, “Talk less”
Hamilton tilted his head in confusion, “Okay?”
Burr smiled brighter and got up on his tiptoes, and whispered faintly in Hamilton’s ear: “Smile more”.
With that, he dug his fingers into Hamilton’s side. Hamilton burst out laughing, the biggest smile on his face.
“Wow!”, Burr said, “You were right, you ARE ticklish. But no, not just ticklish. I’d say, very ticklish”.
Hamilton somehow managed to squirm out of Burr’s grip, “Not fuhunny!”
Burr just grinned smugly at him, “I’ll give you ten seconds to run”
Ten seconds? That was far too generous. There would be no way Burr would catch up if Hamilton even had a five second head start, but ten seconds, jeez! Wondering what on Earth the adorable munchkin was planning, he ran.
Somehow, a civilised greeting had turned into this. A game of chase. Although, Hamilton definitely didn’t mind. He felt careless and free as he ran, wind gushing though his hair.
And after about fifteen seconds of running, he felt an unfamiliar long arm wrap around his torso. The arm tackled him gently onto the grassy ground. When he looked up, a freckled boy with bushy hair, who looked about his age, was staring down at him.
“John Laurens”, he said with a grin, “Pleasure to meet you”.
“Wha-?”
He saw three other men run behind him. One had a muscly figure and a strong expression, one was skinny and had curly hair tied up in a bun, and the third was Aaron Burr.
“Maquis de’Lafayette”, the skinny man said in a thick French accent, “But just call me Lafayette”
“I’m Herc”, said the muscly one, “We’re all friends of Burr’s”.
“So”, Laurens said, turning to Burr, “Why have we tackled him anyway?”
Burr smirked, “Oh, I think he knows”. Burr crouched down beside Hamilton, the cheekiest look on his face. “Hammy, why do you think Iv’e ordered these men to tackle you, huh?”
Hamilton gulped, and his cheeks went pink, “I, uh, I don’t know Burr”
“You honestly have no idea?” Burr asked in a slightly teasing tone.
“Nup”, Hamilton confirmed, “No idea”.
Burr grinned, “Liar”.
He dug his finger into Hamilton’s ribs. Hamilton instantly tossed his head back, and began laughing.
Mulligan, realising what was going on, leaned down to pin Hamilton’s arms above his head. The other two men just watched in amusement and delight.
“No-Heheheheherc!”, Hamilton cried, attempting to kick his legs out but failing as Herc held them down.
Burr wiggled his fingers under Hamilton’s arms. His laughter ticked up a pitch, “Nohohoho!”
“Your so cute Hammy”, Burr teased, seeing how flustered it made his new boyfriend, “Uh tickle tickle tickle. Uh tickle tickle tickle”
Hamilton was so red with flusteredness and laughter, but Burr knew that the man was fine. In fact....
“You know what I think, Hammy?”, Burr asked as he went down to squeeze Hamilton’s knee.
“Ohohoh shihihiht nohohot thahahaht!”
Burr gasped and put a hand to his heart, “Language!” He squeezed tighter and spidered his right hand fingers around the upper leg. Hamilton lost it, an ear to ear grin plastered on his face.
“Well, as I said earlier, I am very good at picking up small social details”, Burr stated, as if there wasn’t a squirmy, giggly mess below him, “And I have noticed that you, Hamilton, correct me if I’m wrong, are actually enjoying this”.
If Hamilton wasn’t red before, he certainly was now. And Burr’s words only heightened the ticklish feeling.
“Nohohoho I dohohohn’t!”
Burr lifted his hands up, looking down and observing the mess below him. He gestured for Herc to get up, and he leaned down to plant a light kiss on Hamilton’s forehead.
“Oh, don’t be so sappy Burr!”, Laurens whined with a chuckle, “Hamilton, if you want to get him back, his worst spot is his neck”.
Burr swung his head around instantly, “What?! Laurens, why you little-”
Burr was interrupted by his own short giggle as Hamilton leaned up and lightly tickled his neck. Burr looked down at Hamilton in horror.
“Oh my dog Burr, that was so cute!”, he stated with the biggest shine in his eyes.
Burr jumped off Hamilton instantly, making a run for it. Hamilton stood up and laughed with the other three.
“Perhaps this would be a better time for me to get further aquatinted with you”, Hamilton said. Lafayette just chuckled, “I’m from France, happy now?” “No time!” Laurens cried, “Burr is getting away!” And with that, the four men set out on there first adventure together, there common goal: finding Burr and tickling him to pieces.