"Hm, I thought if you ever came to my house this late it would be to kill me." Thomas smiled as he stared blankly at Lafayette, who stood outside of his house, the rain pouring down on him.
"Don't pretend like i haven't been by your house this late before, Monsieur Jefferson," He sneered, barging into his house. He was dripping wet, his shoes tracking mud on the floor. Thomas groaned and stared down at the tracks as Lafayette threw his coat on the chair. He sighed and looked over at Thomas, who was wearing his nightgown and shaking his head at the mess. He kicked off his shoes and lounged on the couch, eyeing his bed mate. Thomas gestured for him to get off the couch, nagging him.
"Hey, don't get my shit all wet! Pick up your shit too," He scolded as he picked up his coat.
"If you are going to yell at me all night, i'll just go to Hamilton's, where i'm allowed to make a mess," He bluffed, heading towards the door with his bag. Thomas pulled him back and clutched his hips, his brows furrowed.
"The only place i want you right now is in that bathroom getting changed out of those wet clothes, you hear me?" He commanded, his voice deep and bellowed as Lafayette melted in his hands. They had many late night meetings together, discussing work over wine and sex.
"Oui, Monsieur," He purred, dashing to the bathroom. He giggled to himself as he stripped and watched himself in the mirror. His chest was waxed and his face was flushed, like a maiden. He pulled out tiny strands of his hair to make it messy, naked from head to toe. Thomas knocked on the door, startling him.
"Hand me your clothes, i'll hang them up in the morning-" He went silent as the door cracked open and revealed Lafayette, who held out his clothes. Thomas breathed heavily and grabbed the clothes as he gazed at him.
"If you keep staring you'll go blind, now i want my damn wine." He teased as he pushed past him and stretched out on the couch. Like a damn princess, Thomas murmured to himself as he entered the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine for Lafayette and himself. He hummed and placed the glass in his hand, relaxing in a chair across from him.
"What were you doing out in the rain anyway?" Thomas chirped. He let his legs hang off the chair and laid his head on the arm of the chair.
"Well," Lafayette chimed, "Ma amis et moi were going to go grab some drinks, however Hamilton needed Laurens to help him with paperwork, and Mulligan gets too emotional when he drinks. So i decided to pay you a visit."
Thomas liked to listen to him talk. The words rolled off his tongue and polluted the air with his thick accent, the small hand motions he made when he talked were like a dance. When he laughed his caramel hair bounced and his milky face would go red. He didn't know how to explain how he felt about him. Sex was good, of course, but after Lafayette would fall asleep he would pull him close and make sure he was comfortable in his bed and that he was asleep before he was.
"I wish you would visit more, i like your presence," Thomas admitted, sipping his wine.
"Mon amour, i wish i could but then they would catch on to us," He explained, twirling his hair. He liked Thomas. He was smart, his arguments with Hamilton (though he never won) was well structured and worded, even his pillow talk was scholarly. Thomas had once told him that 'I would do anything just to make sure you have good dreams'. Lafayette thinks about that a lot.
"You can say that i'm letting you stay here till you go back to France," Thomas suggested, getting up from his chair and plopping down on the floor next to him, "I just don't like spending afternoons alone,"
"Don't worry, Garçon d'amoureux, what happens in the future is not worth talking about. I'm here, and so are you, so here's your chance to, as we say, fait moi tiens," Lafayette cooed and fluffed his hair. Thomas bit his lip and got lost in his lovers eyes as they closed the space between them. His hand rested on his face as he tasted the sweet nectar of Thomas's lips. His hair tickled Lafayette's face and made him smile and giggle. Thomas pulled back and glared at him, as if he was holding the world in his hands.
"Whats so funny, pretty?" He whispered.
"Your hair tickled my face," he chimed, his face glowing.
"Come here," Thomas cooed as he pulled him back into a kiss. His heart beated like a drum in his ears, his face going hot as he felt Lafayette slip his tongue inside his mouth. He let out a small moan and wrestled with his tongue, a battle going on in their mouths. He pulled back, a string of saliva falling from his lips.
"Finish your wine while i go get the bed ready," he commanded, standing up and making his way to the bedroom. He lit a few candles and dropped his robe, his underwear clinging to his hips. He tossed his underwear to the side and took a deep breath as he crawled into bed. He wanted to devour Lafayette, pull his hair and hear him moan and scream his name. Lafayette chugged his glass and tip-toed into the doorway, looking helpless.
"Let me hold you, pretty boy," Thomas gestured for him to come closer, his voice loving and gentle. Lafayette made his way to him, sitting in his lap. He faced him and ran his hands over his chest, admiring his toned body.
"I think i love you," Lafayette confessed, "i hope this doesn't displease you."
"Not at all, now let me take care of you," Thomas whispered, pulling him into a kiss. It was different this time. His heart stopped as he felt his lips on his, the world frozen around them. He could taste the wine on his tongue, and the passion in his soul. He wanted to hold him close, keep him safe. His hands clasped Lafayette's waist, Lafayette placing his hands on his face. He held his chiseled face softly, breathing in his air as he let his tongue explore beyond his lips. After a few minutes of tongue twisters, Thomas pulled back and placed his lips on his neck, sucking on his soft skin. Lafayette let out an airy moan and ran his fingers through Thomas's hair. He licked his neck and chuckled as he felt him shivered in his hands.
"Cold?" He pulled his sheets around them, Lafayette like putty in his hands.
"If only Hamilton could see how good you treat me, Monsieur, he would think differently of you," He breathed in sharply as he felt Thomas kiss his neck. His delicate skin turned red and bruised, like a battle wound.
"I don't want him to know about us, it's our own private world, he doesn't need to barge in on it," Thomas growled as he bit down on the hickey he had created.
"It's not barging in, it's showing him your good side," Lafayette winced.
"Be quiet pretty boy," He barked, his eyes blazing as he glared at him. He felt the fire in his soul, his warm embrace soon turned burning hot. He trailed his tongue up his neck and kissed his jawbone, moving back down to his collarbone. He sucked and pulled at the skin, Lafayette setting his hand on the side of Thomas's face. Thomas looked up at him and fluttered his eyes as he moved his lips to his chest. Lafayette felt Thomas push him on his back and tower over him, hungry for more. He left a trail of kisses down his waist as he played with his hair, letting out soft gasps and giggles as his lips tickled his skin. Thomas licked his lips and looked down at Lafayette's member, his hand wrapped around Lafayette's. It was pale and fat, his tip a candy pink and no hair in sight. Thomas spread his legs and smooched his inner thigh, Lafayette's breathing becoming heavy. His sweet spot was his thighs, sensitive to the touch. Thomas realized this one night at the bar, when he had slapped his thigh as a joke, only for Lafayette to let out a small moan. He gently laid his lips on his thigh, moving his lips closer to his member. Lafayette's grip on his hand tightened as he let out small gasps. He whimpered as Thomas moved to the next thigh, holding it close to his face as he placed a sloppy smooch on it. He looked up and chuckled, teasing Lafayette.
"Thick thighs, golden locks; you'd be passed around faster than cigarettes in Virginia," Thomas smiled.
"I don't want to be passed around," Lafayette hummed, "i want to only belong to you."
Those words made Thomas melt, his heart skipping a beat. He brought Lafayette's hand up to his lips and kissed it, rubbing it against his face.
"I love you, Sweetest," He murmured under his breath. He let go of his hand and kiss his thigh one last time, finally bringing his attention to Lafayette's member. He leaned down and kissed to tip, pushing it into his mouth, Lafayette trembled and grabbed a handful of his hair. Thomas twirled his tongue around the part in his mouth, moaning as he felt Lafayette's hips start to buck. He slowly took in more, his tongue wrapping around it, as he felt his hair get pulled. Lafayette was a hair puller, and it showed. Thomas's hair was always messy, people thought that's how he wanted it, but really it had his lovers fingers all in it the night before. Thomas's mouth felt warm, his tongue hot to the touch. He bucked his hips and whimpered, his face flushed and burning. Thomas took all of him in his mouth and started to bob his head, his lips grasping it. Lafayette moaned and grinded against his face, his hand pushing his face down. Thomas gripped his thighs as he kept the momentum going, the soft moans and gasps coming from his lover causing his own problem to arise. His cock was dark and large, and in need of some attention. Lafayette had a reputation for being able to fit things in his mouth. No one really knew how this rumor spread, but thank God it was true. One time, Thomas, Lafayette, and Hamilton had went out for drinks, as men do. Lafayette had ordered bread sticks and picked off of Thomas's plate, no one really caring to remember what Hamilton had ordered. Lafayette could fit a whole bread stick in his mouth. That night Thomas wanted to see what else he could fit in his mouth. He was pleasantly surprised with the results.
"Hey, baby, want to do me a favor?" Thomas tried to say with his mouth full of cock. Lafayette looked down at him perplexed, and nodded his head. Thomas popped out the cock, and while rubbing it, leaned in close to his face.
"Get on your knees, soldier-boy," He whispered as he gave Lafayette's cock a final jerk, the frenchman letting out a loud moan. He staggered to his knees and stared up at Thomas, who held out his cock. Lafayette rolled his eyes and placed his hand on it, feeling his heart beat against his chest.
"You know, Monsieur," He whispered and his fingers felt up his cock, "Back in France, we have a little tradition in the bedroom. We would whip up some strawberry syrup, drizzle it all over our intimates, and lick it off, like this," he placed his tongue on his shaft, licking up and flicking his devilish tongue over the tip. Thomas shuttered as he felt Lafayette's tongue play with him. This man think this is a game, he trying to pull this shit while i'm trying not to fuck the shit out of his face. Lafayette kissed his tip and giggled as he licked the length of his shaft again, his lips resting against his cock. He wrapped his lips around the tip and covered it in his saliva, working his way down to the base. Thomas groaned and locked eyes with Lafayette, who couldn't look more helpless. Lafayette closed his eyes and let his lips do the work, deepthroating his cock. He bobbed his head slowly, the tip tickling the back of his throat. Thomas huffed and watched in amazement as Lafayette sucked him off with ease, barely breaking a sweat. He pulled back, saliva connected his cock and his lips.
"Why'd you stop?" Thomas growled, a lustful glint in his eye.
"I tasted pre-cum, and i have i better place for you to cum than in my mouth," Lafayette joked, turning around and wiggling his ass in the air. Thomas laughed and slapped it, Lafayette letting out a yelp.
"On your back, Frenchie," He ordered. Lafayette laid on his back and spread his legs, winking at Thomas. He laughed and smooched Lafayette, his hands wrapping Lafayette's legs around his waist. His cock pressed against his entrance, his hands holding him close to him. He felt Lafayette pull on his hair as he slowly pushed inside him. He gasped and tightened his grip on him, a wave of pain falling on him. Thomas felt his muscles contract and stretched around his cock, letting out a small moan. They laid frozen for a second, getting used to the new feeling. Thomas slowly thrusted in gently, Lafayette holding on tight to his toned body. His face was red, His eyes locked on Thomas. Their lips connected as he thrusted in again, Lafayette arching his back as a moan slips through his lips. Thomas was always gentle, afraid to hurt him in any way. His tongue pushed into his mouth as he let out a grunt, thrusting in a little harder. Lafayette rolled his hips as
