Hey everyone, so I was watching Hamilton on Disney again recently and that got me thinking if there was any Hamilton fanfics (lol of course there was). So, after reading some the last few days I couldn't resist writing one (or more) myself. This will only be a few chapters long; it will be slash of the Jefferson/Hamilton variety. Super fluffy, not planning on much if any angst. AU where Hamilton didn't marry Eliza, Jefferson didn't marry Martha, but pretty much everything else follows a general path. Historical inaccuracies left right and centre. Also, no period typical homophobia in this, I don't write that crap. Would love to know what you think. Thanks for reading!

I do not own Hamilton.

Chapter 1

"I think it's time we called it a day" Washington said with a sigh.

Hamilton looked up, ready to keep arguing but seeing the tired look on his friend's face, refrained. They had been at it all day after all, and he could admit to feeling exhausted as well.

Alexander looked around the room, Madison had his head thrown back letting out a deep sigh, while Jefferson was running a hand wearily over his face. Knox didn't seem any worse the wear for their long day of discussions. Well, it was more like arguing but still decisions had to be made and Alexander was loathed to let Jefferson get his way all the time! Someone had to keep that man and his absurd ideas in check. Even if the man was kind enough to host this gathering at his Virginian estate, that was more for him then anyone, saying he couldn't leave at such an important time. So, they had all decided to take a week furlough to the Virginia countryside, leaving Adams behind to keep everything in check.

He could admit that Virginia was beautiful, and that Jefferson had a lovely home, he could see why the other man adored it so much.

Alexander let out a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair, he felt the tension run out of him. His politicians mask melting away as he let himself relax.

"How about we retire to our rooms and refresh ourselves before dinner?" Thomas suggested and everyone was quick to agree.

Alexander stood up and stretched slowly, his back stiff from being seated so long. He gathered up the pile of papers in front of him and made his way back to the room that Thomas had designated as his. It was large and ornately decorated, not that he had expected anything less. He stripped out of his soiled clothing that he had been wearing all day and went over to the wash bowl, giving himself a quick wash before pulling on some more casual clothing for the evening. It may not be appropriate, but he needed time to relax, they would be staying here for a week, and he was loathed to keep up the formal attire every second of every day.

The clothes he put on were still nice, just looser and made of a softer more comfortable material. They hung loose around his neck, and he felt like he could breathe for the first time that day. He settled at his desk to read over some correspondence, listening to the various noises and movements around the home. He could admit that it was nice having other people around, it got rather lonely living alone. It was one of the reasons he worked himself so hard all the time, it kept his mind busy. You would think that he would be used to being alone after all this time, but it was still something that Alexander struggled with.

He was just finishing up the letter he had been working on when there was a gentle knock at the door and a soft voice calling out "dinner is ready."

Alexander made his way to the dining room to find that he was the last to arrive. Washington, Knox, Jefferson and Madison were already seated, though they hadn't started eating yet.

Everyone raised their eyebrows at Alexanders casual attire. His hair hanging loose around his face.

"Glad to see you're so comfortable in my home" Thomas teased, and everyone tensed ready for an explosion from Alexander, but nothing came.

The short secretary of the treasury simply shrugged as he took his seat.

"What?" He snarked. "It's been a long day and I'm tired."

Well, Thomas couldn't argue with that logic, simply inclining his head. Though, inwardly he was reeling at the complete change in Alexander's demeanour.

Where was the angry man who argued with everything that he said?

Washington let out a quiet chuckle.

"You obviously haven't spent much time with Alexander, but he is much more, let's say, relaxed, when work isn't involved."

Thomas blinked in surprise; he didn't think Alexander was ever not involved with work. It made him realise just how little he actually knew about the other secretary.

He watched quite blatantly as Alexander dished himself up an array of food from the plates assembled on the table, before quietly starting to eat.

Thomas was mesmerised, he had never seen the other man so quiet before. He looked so soft and fragile sitting in the lavish room with his hair hanging around his face while he ate.

"This is just lovely" Alexander complimented as he took another bite of a slice of gravy covered beef.

Thomas couldn't help but smile proudly.

"My cooks here are exemplary, you won't have a bad meal as long as you're staying" he boasted.

Expecting some sharp retort Thomas was once again shocked when all Alexander did was smile and take another bite.

"Surely your own cooks are just as good back home?" Madison asked, keen to keep the pleasant conversation going.

"Oh, I don't have any" Hamilton said blithely. "It's just me, myself and I when I'm at home. Well, I mean someone does come to clean and tidy up a few days a week but that's it. I cook all my meals myself though I'm nowhere near up to this standard." He finished with a self-deprecating laugh.

Washington was the only one who didn't look surprised at this piece of information.

"You cook all your own meals?" Madison questioned.

Hamilton just shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Sure, I always have. I'm hardly ever home anyway so it didn't make much sense to keep a cook."

The three men looked honestly flawed by this. All had grown up with cooks on hand, they'd never prepared a meal for themselves in their lives and found it hard to fathom how someone as influential as Hamilton lived without one.

"I do invite him around to my home for dinner several times a week, just to make sure he doesn't starve" Washington laughed, and Hamilton rolled his eyes good naturedly.

"I attend more for the pleasure of Martha's company then anything" Hamilton quipped back causing Washington to laugh even louder.

"She'll be pleased to hear that."

Thomas watched the byplay between the two men, only now understanding how close their relationship is. He always new they were close, after all Hamilton was Washington's right-hand man but he was beginning to realise that it was almost a familiar type bond. He'd certainly never been invited over to Washington's for dinner, though for the first time in a long time the thought of Alexander seemingly besting him didn't make him angry.

"How is Martha?" Knox asked, joining the discussion.

The conversation ebbed and flowed through dinner, staying away from anything even remotely political, and everyone was surprised at just how pleasant an evening they had.

"Would we care to retire to the parlour for drinks before bed?" Thomas asked genially. He thought since the evening had been going so well, why not push his luck.

They all settled around on the comfortable lounges and chairs, the fire was roaring, and the room was pleasantly warm, a godsend on such a cold evening. Thomas poured and handed out glasses of whiskey.

Like they had been all evening his eyes were drawn back to Hamilton. The secretary of the treasury took a small sip, a soft smile lighting his face as he took another. The younger mans face was so expressive when you took the time to look. He tried to look away, to pay attention to the conversation going on around him but found his eyes flicking back to Hamilton. Trying to catch another elusive smile or watching his eyes light up as he talked with Washington about finally getting his hands on Martha's lemon shortbread recipe.

He glanced around the room to find James watching him in amusement, he scowled, his best friend had always been able to read him too easily.

With a big yawn and a stretch Hamilton rose from his seat.

"Well, we have another busy day ahead of us tomorrow, I think I will head to bed" Alexander said with a small smile and a wave around the room. "Good night."

Thomas was surprised to find that he was sad to see the other man go.