((Notes: THE BEGINNING IS SUPER CHEESY CUZ IM A SUCKER FOR THAT SHIT OKAY BYE))

*NEXT MORNING*

James coughed harshly, startling himself awake, his eyes blinking to life. He heard a light heart beat;

THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP.

It was soft, calming even. He felt the warmth next to him, the warmth that made his eyelids heavy, and feel...content. James was tried, and his mind was fuzzy, so where he was, he couldn't tell you. The heartbeat wasn't his, he knew that now. Somebody else was with him, their hand was tangled in his hair.

Shit.

The memories slammed James like a truck. They flooded in as though a dam had broken in his mind. He remembered coming to Thomas' home, oh god he had told him everything.

Shit.

He started shifting around, and heard Thomas grunt, moving his hand through his hair upsettly. James stopped his shuffling, and snuggled into Thomas again, smiling warmly. He felt a hand run down the side of his face, stopping at his cheek. Curiously, he glanced up at Thomas, who was now awake (barely), looking at James with tired, yet happy, eyes. They seemd to twinkle, James noticed, and that made his heart warm up. That twinkle, that happiness, was because of him.

How lucky James felt, how important, how special.

"Hey." The smaller man mumbled out hoarsly; his throat was scratchy from all the coughing. Thomas didn't respond, but instead leaned down passionately kissing James. There was no need or aggression, just pure passion. It was soft, like the heartbeat. Calming. Their hands intertwined as the kiss lessened, both pulling away slightly to look at one another. However, Thomas' eyes were still closed, fluttering open after a moment of savoring the kiss.

"Hey." Thomas finally responded, smiling as James flipped over so he was laying facedown directly on top of Thomas. He then sneezed into Thomas' chest jarringly, causing the tall man to gasp in shock.

"Sorry..." James sniffled, laying his head down on the warm chest, that puffed in and out, relaxing him. Thomas placed a hand on James' forehead, pulling away quickly after feeling the heat.

"You're burning up." Thomas notified, concern driven. James only scoffed, mumbling into Thomas' shirt. "What?"

"When am I not?" The sick man replied, huffing at the thought. James seemed to be sick, all the time. It was a pain in the ass, but after dealing with it his whole life, James was kind of used to it. However, Thomas was always concerned. Even before they confessed their neverending love for one another, Thomas was on James' case about resting. Practically every meeting, the two argued about it, Thomas demanding James go rest and James refusing. It usually ended when George Washington would scold them to shut up, continuing forward.

"It's because you never take it easy." Thomas concluded, resting his arms on the others back.

"That's not fair. Alexander is non-fucking-stop and he's healthy as can be."

"Maybe physically, but not mentally. Have you not noticed he's about to fall asleep one moment and the next he's spewing hate to me with the adrenaline rush look to his eyes? Its horrifying."

"Fair point." James gave up arguing and collapsed his face into the crook of Thomas' neck. Thomas chuckled as he let his head lean against James', kissing the top of his head.

"Hey, you hungry? I can make some breakfast." Thomas offered upon hearing James' stomach growl demandingly.

"You don't have to make me breakfast..." James spoke in a quiet voice.

"Yeah I do, that's what a boyfriend does for his sick love, right?"

Boyfriend. James loved that term. Boyfriend. He could say that all day. Thomas, his boyfriend.

"I suppose so but-"

"Shh, I got it." Thomas hummed, rolling off the couch. "Just stay here, I'll be back in a minute." He carefully placed a blanket over James, who thanked him continuously.

The house was quiet, James' ears buzzed. He wasn't fond of the silent house, or Thomas leaving-even if it was just to the other room. However, something cut through the dead air, a rather pleasant sound.

"And if I lost everything. In my heart it means nothing. Cause I have you, boy I have you."

Thomas was, singing? It was quiet, but James had good ears, he could hear it as clear as if it was next to him. He closed his eyes, humming the tune himself, a warm smile printed on his face. Thomas rarely sang, James could recall one other time he'd heard the voice, but that wasn't his actual singing; it was a joke song made up on the spot to make fun of Alexander. The voice he heard now, was majestic, beautiful. It was soft and perfect.

The tune was harshly cut off however by a clattering sound and an "Ah fuck!"

"Thomas?" James questioned, sitting up quickly. "Are you okay?"

"Yup." Came the strained response. "Just-don't come in here." Well, with that kind of phrase mixed with the current situation, James of course hoisted himself up, walking curiously towards the kitchen.

"Oh my god." James giggled out upon arriving at the scene, which contained of Thomas laying face down on the floor surrounded by milk.

"Don't laugh." Thomas warned, as he tried to stand up, but slipped once again. How could James not laugh?

"Here, I'll help you." James continued giggling as he leaned down to help Thomas to his feet.

Once the milk was all cleaned up, and James had made sure Thomas didn't break an ankle or something, the two sat back on the couch with some buttered toast.

"You know-" James started, swallowing what he had in his mouth. "You have a really nice voice." Thomas instantly started choking on the food, gagging and dramatically coughing it up. James watched appalled, taking another bite of toast, waiting for the scene to end.

"How did you hear me?" Thomas questioned once he got his bearings back. "I was really quiet!" His face was a dark red, James didn't realize that Thomas was stage shy; seeing as he wasn't shy about anything, really.

"I'm not sure, but it sounded rather pleasant."

"Madison, you think lying is going to get me to kiss you?"

"I'm not lying-but for the record, yes, I do believe lying to you will get me a kiss."

"Perhaps." Thomas teased, before placing a light kiss on James, who grinned. "C'mon, we've got to get ready for the meeting this morning." He hovered in front of James' lips, so close that the heat off his own lips projected onto the others.

"But-" Thomas stopped him, quickly pecking his lips again, and James huffed upsettly, wishing to rather spend the day making out then at some boring discussion where the over angered immigrant would aggressively push his beliefs on everybody.

"Fine." James agreed reluctantly as Thomas stepped away into his room to change, James sighing as headed towards the door. "Thomas, I'll meet you there, I've got to get dressed."

"Okay!"

Thomas strut flamboyantly into the meeting place, James on his heel like a shadow. Alex was already in his seat, and watched curiously as the couple walked in, wondering what would be different in their interactions-if anything. Thomas shot him a nasty glare, and Alex only reciprocated with a sigh. As Jefferson sat down, Alexander stood up, and made his way to where the other was seated.

"Jefferson." He began, his arms folding over his chest.

"God, Madison, I have this annoying headache that just comes and goes. It just came back and its unbearable." Thomas sneered, placing a finger to his temple. Madison only scoffed.

"Sorry to hear that. Would you like my assistance in making it leave?" James questioned, shooting a side glance to Alex.

"Mm, I mean, that'd be great. If it'd only leave me alone for the rest of the day."

"Thomas." Alex said harshly, staring down the Virginian. "I need to talk to you. It's of the utmost importance." He explained, not moving any muscle but his mouth. Thomas squinted curiously, interested in what Alex had to offer.

"Alright, you hooked me. What is it?" Thomas leaned back in his chair, eyeing Alex, awaiting an answer.

"We can't talk here." Alex looked around at all the people in the room, all chatting away about god knows what. Alex wouldn't risk them hearing it-hell no. He and Jefferson had to talk somewhere private, away from the listening ears.

"Hamilton, if you think I'm going to fall for this, you really are the stupidest man alive." Jefferson scoffed, looking to James with a giggle.

"Wha-"

"You want me to follow you outside where you can lock me away somewhere, then you automatically win because I'm a no-show. Not happenin'" Jefferson put his feet up on the desk, shaking his head. "Hell no."

"No you asshat, I actually have something very urgent." Alex huffed, rolling his eyes. "And that'd never work. What about James? Or anybody else who saw me and you walk out together, then just me return. They'd grow suspicious."

"Fair point."

"So you'll come?"

"I suppose so. James, you know what to say if somebody asks where I am?" Jefferson asked, pausing as he stood up.

"Yeah." James sighed. "You are trying to get through a crowd of your adoring fans." Thomas laughed in delight.

"Good. Lead away Hamilturd."

"Oh, wow. Reeeal clever. I think I might take that well thought out insult to heart. I'm just-I'm so hurt." Alex sarcastically spat back, spinning on his heels swiftly.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Thomas grinned, following behind the immigrant curiously. What was so important, and what had Alex all riled up?

"Thomas." Alex started, once they were away from the crowd. Alex had chosen a small broom closet, one of which Jefferson was a bit to tall to stand upright in.

"Alexander." Thomas said mockingly placing his hands on his hips.

"I can't...fuck. Okay listen to me. I know you're seeing somebody currently-" Thomas stiffened a bit. "And you need to be careful. Alright?"

"Is that a threat, Hamilton?" Thomas' face darkened, as he glared down the other man.

"What? No! Thomas, pretend for a moment I'm your...friend...and pretend that in this moment I care about you. You have to be careful." Alex explained it slowly, raising an eyebrow. Thomas lightened up a bit, coughing awkwardly.

"Well, I wish I knew what you were referring to-"

"Jefferson! I don't care if you admit it, I just need you to know these few things while your playing this dangerous game-a game I'm all to familiar with. Don't do anything in either persons house. Somebody could see you or come to your door, or anything. Also, don't show any romantic affection in public, at all. Don't stare at one another or secretly hold hands-nothing! If it gets out, the games over. And you'll lose." Alexander kept his eyes on the taller man, seriousness burning through the brown.

"Hamilton, why do you care? We're...sworn enemies."

"We disagree about...everything, but that doesn't mean I want to see you or James dead." Thomas froze a beat, swallowing hard.

"How'd you know it was James? Or a man at all?" Alex exhaled a long, exaggerated breath, ending with a click of the tongue.

"Laurens and I were, out, when we saw James...then we might of spied of you a bit." Alex explained rubbing the back of his head. "But hey, example of why you never do anything romantic in your house."

"You spied on me?!-wait. Laurens? What were you two doing out-" Thomas stopped, relaxation flooding him. "You and John? Daaamn."

"Fine, yes! Please. Be safe or John will never forgive himself."

"And yourself?"

"I can't be the cause of such a cruel, painful, heartbreak. I'll keep it to myself, and we'll cover your asses."

"Then I guess we have no other choice then to keep your asses covered as well." Thomas held out a hand, which Alex shook.

"How about you meet John and I after hours, we'll show you the best places to practice your 'indecency.'" The two smiled, giving light nods before heading back to the conference room.

Thomas slid nonchalantly into his seat next to James, who quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What was that all about?" He asked, looking over to Alex who was sorting through a stack of papers.

"He knows." Thomas responded plainly, glancing over to the other.

"Knows...about..."

"Yeah."

"Shit, Thomas, what does he want?"

"Mm? Oh no, he isn't against us-for once."

"Then why did he talk to you?"

"James, we, are going on a double date tonight." Thomas grinned, leaning back in his chair as James squinted his at the taller man, leaning back slowly.

((Authors Notes: Damn okay uhhh sorry for that long of a wait for an update! I kept telling myself that I was gonna post a new chapter after I got home from school, and then got home and was like, "oh I can post it this weekend!" and never fucking did. I'm really sorry, but the story is finished! I'm gonna post the last chapters right away, so once you read this the rest of the story should be up! :) (if not then it's still processing but it's on it's way!) I love you all so much, thank you for the reviews and reads and favorites it means so much!))