A tale of two brothers; jamilton&mullette

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"Burr?" Jefferson exclaimed.

"Aaron Burr?"

Hamilton rolled his eyes.

"What other Burr do you know?"

Thomas shrugged.

"I didn't know you two were friends,"
Thomas said and tilted his head where he stood on the floor in the middle of their dorm.

"We used to be roommates you know," Alex said in his defense.

"Yeah, and you like hated him."

"How do you know that?" Alexander scoffed.

"You should know my dear that anything Lafayette hears, he will probably tell me about at some point."

Alex's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Well, maybe not everything but the guy can talk."

Thomas yawned; he was getting tired.

Alexander started stuttering; Alexander started stuttering.

"'T-there-there's no way he tells you everything."

Jefferson sighed loudly.

"Dear God, you would not believe."

"Fine, well Burr's coming okay? He's lonely and I've been kind of a dick to him, besides; you wouldn't have the heart to uninvite him."

Thomas laughed at his roommate's last remark.

"Oh, I would have the heart to do that."

"You're not mean enough, Thomas."

Alexander put emphasis on his name.

"Oh, I can be mean, Alexander."

Thomas did the same.

"No, you can't."

Hamilton laughed.

"Have you even met me? What are you talking about."

Thomas moved closer to Alexander to be more intimidating. It didn't seem to affect the little man.

"You haven't been mean to me at all literally since I moved in; accept it, you have become a nice person."

Thomas felt surprised.

He could feel the fear in his chest waiting to take over.

Perhaps all it wanted was to protect him but there wasn't any danger.

Just the fact that Thomas Jefferson was hopelessly in love with Alexander Hamilton, and it pained him every day.

The fear just sat there like an angry ball propelling him towards an anxiety he just didn't need.

He looked out the window behind Alexander.

There were no stars; just the man standing in front of him with a stupid smirk on his face.

Thomas had to resist every single urge in his body not thrust his lips onto Hamilton's.

Not like a tease but a hot, fiery, passionate and demanding kiss.

Why did he love him?

He loved him because the universe showed him the way to Alexander. He loved him because his heart beat his name.

His mind drowned in his eyes, his soul felt like it belonged to Hamilton, even when Hamilton's belonged to someone else.

He loved him because he had no choice; he didn't ask to love him. He didn't need to, but he loved him just the same.

He loved him because every cell of his body responded to Alexander's touch, his look, the way he moved and the way he sounded.

He loved him because something, somewhere, directed Thomas to him.

It was his soul and Alexander was its mate.

But he could never know that.

Thomas was the one stuttering now.

"S-sure, Burr can come I'm sure no one'll mind."

He looked down and spoke quietly.

He didn't want to look Alexander in the eyes. He didn't want to look at someone he loved so much, but could never call his.

"Goodnight," he mumbled and left for his room, leaving behind a confused Alexander.

He closed the door before he could hear a response.

And that was how it was decided; Burr was coming.

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