Hamilton Oneshots

Empire -JeffMads

*Last part of these gay nerds ;) also,, James parts were written by Maria.Gaynolds on Kik + IG.

James felt a blush rise in his cheeks as Thomas looked him directly in the eye.
"Of course not."
James said with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Thomas looked so cute in front of him, hair sticking out in all directions, hands fidgeting, eyes sparkling, lips pouting...

"Damn, you're adorable." James mumbled subconsciously.

God, he wanted to kiss that southern boy smack on the mouth, but better judgement kept him in place.

Unfortunately, his better judgement couldn't control his hands, which suddenly decided to move from his lap to Thomas' hair to reposition a few curly strands.

"Then...Then what's the problem?" Thomas crossed his arms again, defensive.

"James, are we back to square one? Best friends with a shit ton of tension and issues?"
He prodded James, suddenly livid.

"Because I sure as /hell/ refuse to do so."

Thomas wasn't going to cry. Not over James, not in front of James.

Not again.

Didn't mean he couldn't FEEL like he was going to, dammit.

James chuckled and shook his head. What was Thomas on about?

"I dunno about you, but last night changed everything about our relationship for me." He let the words comfortably fall off his tongue, for once confident in every syllable.

Thomas just stared at James.
Just taking in every detail, every little feature that made James... James.
And he wasn't sure how, but he was kissing him again.

It was different from the kisses before; it was more personal, more sincere.
He wasn't saying that be previous ones hadn't been, but this kiss...

Not EVERYTHING is  worse when you're sober.

James smiled into the kiss. He certainly didn't mind this turn of events. James had prepared for the worst when he entered the room, expecting to be kicked out and in tears by the end of this encounter.

Look at him now, lips pressed against the most wonderful person in the world. James suppressed a surprised giggle as he looped his arms around the other boy's waist, pulling him closer.

"Dear lord, Thomas Jefferson..." He murmured. What he would give to feel like this everyday.

"You kiss better when you're sober," Thomas mumbled as he pulled back, eyes wide with amazement.

He had expected to be pushed away, no matter what James said about the matter.

He had anticipated rejection of some sort, but was so relieved that it hadn't happened.

"I think I could be considered speechless." He commented, tracing James' face with his eyes.

James rolled his eyes and shrugged with a grin.

"Damn right." He replied cheekily while running a hand up and down Thomas' side.

"Not so bad yourself, Jeffy." James winked, bringing his forehead up to rest on the other boy's.

He realized that Thomas was wrong about James' sobriety. It looked as though he was definitely drunk off Thomas' very aura.

He continued to drink in his flirty attitude and handsome features, looking directly at this amazing man with as much integrity and admiration as possible.