A/N: Okay! This is my longest chapter yet. Here we go!
SteamPunk Wilson: That is weirdest game of never have I ever I have ever read. But at least Jefferson wasn't mad at James for being at work, but the party they threw seems fun for him :)
Reply: I'll take that as a compliment! And yeah, it was fun! It was especially fun to write!
: THOMAS IS READING FAAAAAAANFIIIIIIIC (SHAME ON YOU THOMAS THAT'S TWILIGHT YOU SSICK B***)
Reply: Lol, that's amazing. SHAME SHAME
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Thomas sighed, nothing goes with a cane.
He didn't want to wear his typical magenta suit. So instead he reached into his drawer, grabbing a red shirt. "I forget I even owned this," he chuckled, tossing it to his bed. It was at this point he realised how difficult it was going to be to put his jeans on. When he was in hospital, there was always someone to help him get dressed. Instead of asking James for help, Thomas decided to struggle through himself. Jefferson sat on his bed, putting his shirt on and buttoning it up. He desperately tried to pull his tight jeans on, struggling before falling backwards onto his bed. Jefferson sighed loudly, grabbing his pillow, slamming it onto his face.
"Jeffy?" Madison knocked on the door, calling in. "Are you okay?" He turned the door handle, opening the door to see Jefferson with a pillow on top of his face, his shirt on, and jeans around his ankles.
Thomas said something, muffled by the pillow. James blushed red, taking a deep breath. "What's the matter?" Jefferson spoke again, but Madison couldn't hear him. "Do you need help?" Thomas nodded and James progressed into the room.
Thomas moved the pillow, revealing his slightly tear stained face. "Please help me."
James giggled, helping Thomas sit up. He knelt down at Jefferson's feet, pulling his jeans up to his knees, "can you straighten your legs?" Madison looked up at Jefferson's as he straightened his legs, wincing the slightest bit. James continued to pull up Thomas's jeans, until they got up to his thighs. "Do you want to finish? Or should..."
"Can you?" Thomas blushed, pushing himself up so he was standing.
"Okay," James smiled. He stood too, finally finishing pulling them up. Madison grinned, doing up the jean button and zipping his fly. "There ya go."
"T-thanks..." Thomas rubbed the back of his neck, flushed a bright crimson. He twiddled some hair around his finger, the trait James found super cute.
James turned around, standing by the door frame. "I've pulled some strings, we've got reservations at Club A Steakhouse."
(A/N: I'm not American so I have no idea what places are good to eat. And when I googled it Club A Steakhouse came up 3 times so yeah. That's the one I chose.)
"You did what?!" Thomas exclaimed, grabbing his cane.
James chuckled, "I pulled some strings." And he closed the door.
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Madison pressed himself against the inside of his door, eyes wide.
Was this confidence?
Wow.
He liked it.
James opened his wardrobe, grasping his white shirt. It had a little red rose on the cuff of his short sleeve. This was the shirt Thomas gave him for his birthday. He grabbed black jeans, they weren't tight (unlike Jefferson's), but we're skinny enough. Madison threw both onto his bed. He pulled out his nicest dress shoes, ones he doesn't even wear to work. He checked his watch, how was it already 6?! No way had two hours gone by. James shrugged, starting to change. He pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the ground. Madison grabbed his white shirt, slipping it on and buttoning it up. He started taking off his trousers throwing them to meet his shirt. James putting his dress pants on. He combed back his hair a little, smiling into his mirror.
Thomas stood in the bathroom with the door locked, staring in the mirror, attempting to brush his hair. He pressed down on his springy curls, but all that seemed to do was make it messier. Jefferson sighed, stroking the brush through his hair again. Some of his tangles came out, the knots in his hair finally being undone. He sighed in happiness, swiping some curls from his cheeks. Thomas grabbed the handle of his cane, limping out of the room. He walked into the living room, sitting down on the sofa, swiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. The slightest bit of walking tired him out now. And he hated it.
Jefferson checked his phone for the time, 7:00pm. "Maddy?! You almost ready?" Thomas shouted from his seat.
"Just a second!" Madison rolled his eyes from his room, staring in his mirror. He shrugged, flicking a thread from his shoulder and standing. He paced into the the living room, smiling sweetly at Thomas, "ready to go!" Thomas looked up, grinning widely.
"Is that the shirt I gave you for your birthday?" Jefferson asked giddily, grinning ear to ear.
"It is," James spoke softly, "shall we go?"
Thomas went to stand up, before stopping. "James, I can't drive now."
"I know that, a taxi's arrives in two minutes," Madison had planned this well.
"Oh... great!" He glanced at Madison, reaching his arm out. James sighed playfully, grasping his hand, pulling him up. Jefferson grasped the handle of his cane, walking out to the front door. Jefferson swiftly unlocked it and stepping outside, Madison following behind cautiously, just in case Thomas fell. He hobbled out to the lobby before stopping.
"James," he said, turning his head, "this is not work, there's no need to walk behind me!" He signalled to his side, and Madison came scuttling to his side, smiling.
"Sorry, I'm so used to standing behind you," Madison stood by his side, he felt so happy!
Thomas leant down and kissed James's forehead, smiling sweetly. Madison flushed pink, breathing heavily. "It's not a problem," Jefferson whispered into Madison's ear. They walked outside, greeted by a cab pulling around the corner. James flagged the cab, and the taxi stopped. The driver rolled the window down.
"You're James Madison, right?"
"I am," James smiled, opening the passenger door. "Thomas, you should be in the front."
Thomas smiled in James direction, clambering in. Being in the front left plenty of room for his leg, which was great. Madison sat in the back of the cab, swinging his legs. The driver began to drive, James had already told the driver where they were going when he called up, which was handy and dandy.
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After 10 minutes in the cab they finally stopped, pulling up around three metres away. James quickly handed the driver some money, getting out the car and around to the passenger seat. James quickly opened the door. "Need help?" He reached his arm out and Jefferson grabbed hold, smiling.
"Thanks," Thomas placed his cane on the ground, pushing himself up, he thanked the driver.
James went to release Thomas's, expecting Jefferson to want to let go. He was surprised when Thomas tightened his grip, looking down at Madison. "Are you okay?" James asked, smiling up.
"I'm fine, I just want to hold your hand. We don't have to-" Thomas cut himself off, when James rubbed circles on the back of Jefferson's palm.
"No, you can hold my hand..." Madison flushed, holding his hand back as they walked quickly to the restaurant.
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"Uh.. hi!" James murmured, rubbing his hands together.
"Ello?" The server at the door spoke, they had a soft French accent.
"Yeah, I made a reservation under Madison..." James said nervously, Thomas was usually the one doing the talking.
The waiter skimmed through the book in front of him. "Ah! Yes, just this way Monsieur's." The man started to walk, and the two roommates followed swiftly behind. "'Ere you are," he pointed to a booth hidden in the corner.
"Merci," Jefferson smiled, leaning on his cane, and smiling.
The waiter seemed taken aback, "Tu connais le français? Comment incroyable!" (You know French? How amazing!)
"Oui," Thomas giggled as James sat in the booth.
The waiter smiled, handing them two menus as Jefferson sat down. "'Ere you go, I'll be back in a moment if you want to order drinks." And he walked off.
James smiled, staring at his drinks menu. He couldn't believe this was happening. For years, he'd admired Thomas from not very far. And now, here James Madison JR was, sitting across the table. On a real date. It was to good to be true. But, it was true.
Jefferson laid his menu on the table, "how was working for Hamilton?"
"Hell." James said quickly, he wanted to dismiss the topic of work asap.
Thomas understood, laughing. "It's good to be out."
"Of hospital?"
"No, well, yes. I meant out with you. In this way," A pink tinge emerged on Thomas's cheeks as he spoke.
"T-thanks..." Madison stuttered, "I'm happy to be out with you too."
"What are you having?" Jefferson asked, fiddling with a strand of hair.
"Red wine..." James spoke, tilting his head and looking at Thomas, "there's no need to be nervous." He placed his hand on Thomas's, bringing his other up and lightly taking Jefferson's hand away from his hair.
Thomas flushed scarlet, holding both of Madison's hands. "O-okay..."
"And you?"
"Probably a cocktail..." Thomas said quietly. Cocktails were so girly to him.
"Which one?" James smiled genuinely.
"A Strawberry Daiquiri," he said, embarrassed.
James giggled quietly, "don't be so grim!"
Jefferson smiled, Madison was never the super positive one. This was great.
"'Ello again. 'Ave you decided on drinks yet?" The waiter.
"Oui!" Jefferson said, feeling some of his confidence come back.
"Perfect, what should I write?" He pulled a small flip notebook from his hand pocket, removing the black pen from behind his ear.
"A glass of red wine and a strawberry Daiquiri," Jefferson said strongly, Madison smiling behind him.
"Okay..." He scribbled this quickly on his notebook, "may I take your menus?" The waiters French accent shone through on this sentence.
"Indeed." James handed his over, as did Thomas.
The waiter smiled, walking off towards the kitchen doors.
"How's your sister?" Thomas asked, leaning down on his elbow, which was rested on the table.
"She's fine, could be better. But she's doing the best she can." James grinned. "You know, I've liked you since we were, like, seven."
Jefferson laughed, "now I do..." He paused, "I've liked you too."
Madison tilted his head, "What is it?"
"I've been so stupid," Thomas chortled, "why did you stick by me?"
"Because you're my best friend, and now, my date." Madison exclaimed, grabbing Thomas's hand.
"I'm so glad you are, I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you," he looked off in thought, "the party was fun."
"What?" James seemed taken a back, Thomas had never discussed what happened that night, apart from when Jefferson was on pain meds. And even then, he only said it was okay if James liked Samuel.
"The party, the Schuyler Sisters, the Hamilsquad. It was fun." Thomas took his gaze back to James, grinning.
"It was... most of it anyway..." Madison tried to banish Samuel Seabury, the King, and the crash from his mind, finding it increasingly difficult.
"So many relationships birthed from it, we probably wouldn't be out together if it didn't happen." Thomas reached across the table, grabbing James's hand.
"Exactly."
"And then there was, Hamilton and John, Hercules and Laf... even Maria and Eliza!" Thomas exclaimed, "all because Peggy wanted to party."
"Yeah! Wait... Maria and Eliza?" James's eyes widened, sweet, innocent Elizabeth Schuyler, with Maria Reynolds!?
"Yeah, Hercules saw them on his date with Lafayette. Turns out they walked through the door as Herc was waiting on Laf." Thomas said excitedly, there was a twinkle in his eye, "later on Eliza told Herc that they saw him!"
"Wow..."
"I know right!"
James stared dreamily into Thomas's chocolate eyes, he loved how they twinkled when he talked about something he was passionate about. The way they shone, almost all the time. The only time they were dull, was if Thomas was sick, which is rare.
"Why are you staring at me?" Jefferson asked, blinking. The twinkle was gone, but the glimmer was always there.
"You're just..." James struggled to find the word, "so breathtaking." He finally decided on.
Thomas twirled some hair around his finger again, blushing. "You take my breath away too, not in the way hospital does though," he giggled, dropping his hair.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting! But I 'ave your drinks," the waiter quickly placed their drinks on the table, "'ave you 'ad a chance to look at ze menu?"
"Oh! Not yet! I'm sorry!" Madison stuttered nervously.
"Oui, Je suis désolé, we'll look at the menu now," Thomas spoke confidently, he always found it easier to speak to people in French. (Yes, I'm sorry.)
"Oh, okay! I'll be back in five minutes or so," and he walked away.
"We should probably choose!" Thomas giggled, picking up his menu.
"Going out on a limb, are you having Mac and cheese?" James said in all seriousness, smiling.
"Uh, no! Who do you think I am!?" Thomas exclaimed dramatically, placing a hand to his chest, gasping fakely.
"What are you having then?" James chuckled, looking over the top of his menu.
Thomas chewed his lip in thought, he laid his menu down. "I'll have Hawaiian Pizza!"
Madison pulled a face of utter disgust, scrunching his nose up. "Ew! Pineapple on pizza?! Why would you do that!?"
(A/N: Quick note, pineapple on pizza is the best. Fight. Me.)
"What!?" Thomas threw his hand in the air in protest. They landed back on the table with a very quiet thump. "It's good!"
"No, its a sin." Madison insisted, rolling his eyes.
"Is not!" Jefferson stuck his tongue out, "What are you having then?!"
"Hmm..." James stared at his menu, "well, we're in a steakhouse, so I'll have a t-bone steak!"
"A t-bone?" Thomas giggled, "but you're so tiny!"
"And!? How does that affect anything!?" James always got super defensive when people talked about his height. Thomas found Madison's small stature adorable. He was so cute and small, it felt as thought at any moment you could pick him up and place him in your pocket.
"It doesn't!" Jefferson smiled goofily, looking deep into Madison's dark brown eyes.
"What is it?" James questioned, grinning back.
"You're so adorable."
James looked away, cheeks flushed cherry red.
"'Ave you decided?" The waiter flipped open his notebook, poising his pen.
"Oui!" Thomas grinned, "I will have the Hawaiian pizza," the waiter grimaced the slightest bit, Jefferson caught this. "What?!"
"Nothing." James smiled as the waiter spoke, he nodded. "And for you?"
"A t-bone steak."
The waiter glanced at the short man, "'ow would you like it prepared?"
"Medium rare." The waiter wrote this and smiled, "Merci, it should be ready soon!" And he scattered off, tripping over his own feet on the way.
"He's like Laf, clumsy and French," Thomas chortled, flicking some hair from his face.
"Yeah, doesn't look like him though."
"Mhm!" Jefferson smiled, darting his gaze to James.
"What?"
"How are you... so... you?" Thomas inquired, a soft smile plastered on his face.
"What does that mean?" James fluttered his eyelashes.
"I don't know just... How are you so perfect?" Thomas sighed through nose, still staring dreamily at his date.
"Umm, I was brought up like this?" Madison didn't quite know what to say. He was flattered, obviously, but perplexed.
Thomas blinked a few times before finally spitting out, "they raised a gentleman then."
James's eyes darted to the side where he detected movement. The French was progressing slowly towards them, two plates balanced on his hands. He laid them down on the table, sighing. "Enjoy." And he walked off.
Madison couldn't stop glancing at Jefferson's pizza in disgust. Cooked pineapple? A sin. Thomas looked at James, confusion laced in his eyes. "You okay?" He questioned, picking up a slice and biting into it.
"No. You're eating pineapple on pizza, you are sinning!" Madison joked a little on the last part. He watched as Thomas's eyes lit up, and he giggled, swallowing his mouthful.
"Try it~" He held it out to James's face who visibly leaned backwards.
"Never!"
"Come on!" He shoved it into his face again, "I bet you'll like it!"
Madison screwed his face up. "Fine, but! If I hate it, you give me $5!" He exclaimed.
"Hmm... deal." His eyes darted towards the steak on James's plate.
Madison sighed, cutting some meat off and scraping it onto Jefferson's plate. In return, Thomas held the slice out. "Well? Put it down," James raised an skeptical eyebrow.
"Say, ahh~" Thomas smirked, as James's rolled his eyes.
"You've got to be kidding!" Madison chuckled, before realising Jefferson was serious.
"Nope! Open wide!" Thomas insisted, and James leaned back, he could see the pineapple dangling off the pizza.
"Ugh, fine. But prepare to give me $5!" Madison rolled his eyes, opening his mouth. Thomas fed James the slice, watching as his date took a bite, grimacing.
James chewed for a while, face screwed up in disgust. But all he could think was, Goddammit, this actually tastes pretty good. I shall not lose five bucks!
"What do ya think?" Jefferson asked, "if you like it, you can have the rest of my slice!" He smiled, still holding the pizza by Madison's lips.
After a second of deliberation, James swallowed and began to speak. "Lemme find my wallet," was all he said, digging through his jacket pockets.
Thomas laughed, placing the slice on Madison's plate. "Don't pay me, here, have the slice!"
James stopped looking for his wallet, smiling. "I guess it's okay!" He shrugged, picking up the rest of the sin pizza, chowing down on the rest of it.
"Told ya!" Jefferson giggled, biting the piece of steak Madison had put on his plate. "Dis is wheely good!" Thomas said, before swallowing.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Thomas," James said softly, cutting some of his meat, chewing quietly.
"You sound like my Mama," Jefferson giggled, taking a sip of his cocktail.
Madison laughed, drinking his red wine. Thomas scoffed down another slice of pineapple pizza, occasionally gulping down his drink.
"I don't really know what to say, we've known each other almost all our lives, what is there to tell each other?" James spoke, chewing a fry.
"There must be ONE secret you still haven't told me!" Thomas laughed, finishing the crust.
James chewed his lip in thought, widening his eyes when he thought of it. "Uhh... nope! Nothing! I've told you everything!"
"Are ya sure?~" Thomas teased, winking. "I have some..."
Madison was slightly taken a back, "You have a bunch of stuff you haven't told me?" He chewed some steak.
"Yeah? What's the matter with that?" Thomas giggled.
James, now feeling better knowing Jefferson had secrets, took a deep breath. "Remember that girl you liked in University?"
"Yeah, Bekka?" Thomas smiled, not seeing where this story was going.
"Well, remember it was the 24th of July, back in Uni, when I came out to you?" Madison's breath had started to shudder.
Thomas nodded, "I was so proud of you, Jemmy!"
"Thanks," he shook his head softly, "the reason I did it that day is because, I felt horrible."
"What did you do?" Jefferson felt as though he may be catching on. Had he kissed a dude? Had a dude kissed him? Was he planning on dating someone? "How does this relate to Bekka?" He questioned.
"Well, the day before I came out... we may have made out..." He whispered, but Jefferson caught it.
"You did WHAT!?" Thomas exclaimed, dropping the slice of pizza that was in his hand back onto his plate.
"I'm sorry! I knew I was gay but-"
"So why?!" Jefferson whimpered, he already knew what James was going to say.
"I just... everything seemed to come so easy to you! You always got what you wanted, always got the girl! I just wanted to have some of that.. for me to win for once..." James murmured, wiping his nose.
Well, that's not what he expected.
"I'm sorry, Jemmy..." Jefferson reached across the table, grasping his hand. "I'm sorry I make you feel like that."
James smiled, loosely holding Thomas's hand back. "What's your secret then?" He smiled.
"Uhh..." Jefferson spoke softly. "Well..."
"What?"
"I may have looked through multiple people we know phones. Mostly their photos. And..."
James's eyes widened. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh FUCK!
"Well, I've seen yours..." James flushed a bright scarlet, gripping Thomas's hand tightly. "Your photos... wow..."
"I really need to make a password..." Madison had a sudden thought, it flew into his mind. What is Thomas wasn't talking about his unsent nudes?
"Maddy? Was there a certain person you planned on sending the nudes to?" Thomas said quickly, cheeks tomato red, he looked away in embarrassment.
Ah, there goes Madison's theory.
"Well..." He looked away, realising he was still holding Thomas's hand. "Uh, I was thinking... if we ever got together, I may eventually, yes..." Madison jr said awkwardly. Great job explaining there, James. You made that the least awkward it could be!
Jefferson rubbed circles on the back of Madison's hand, smiling goofily. "I'm not sure how to reply, with happiness? Confusion?"
James giggled, stabbing his fork into some steak. Thomas glanced at his almost empty plate, picking up his last slice of Hawaiian pizza, chewing it quickly and bringing his gaze towards James's plate. Madison looked up and noticed the staring, he sighed, cutting around 1/3 of what was left on his plate, placing it on Jefferson's along with a handful of fries. "There, how's that?"
"Yay!" Jefferson exclaimed, sending his cane clattering to the hardwood floors. It landed with a quiet thud, and Thomas was happy that they were hidden away in a corner booth. Madison giggled, bending down and picking the cane up, leaning it next to his on his suite. Jefferson began happily chowing down on steak and fries, smiling graciously at his date. He swallowed his mouthful before speaking, "Thank you, Jemmy!"
"You're learning!" James clapped his hands together slowly, smiling happily.
"Woo!" Thomas sniggered, stabbing his fork into a fry, having almost finished. James finally finished his steak, leaving four fries on his plate. He drunk the rest of his red wine, as Jefferson finished his cocktail.
"'Ello, sirs, may I take your plates? And would you care for desert?" The waiter spoke, picking up the two plates and their glasses.
Thomas glanced at James, who lightly shook his head no. "No thank you, we'll just take the cheque please." Jefferson smiled at the waiter. He nodded
"Okay, I'll be back over in a second with ze cheque!" And the waiter waltzed off, attempting not trip.
Madison smiled, "We may as well eat cake and watch movies back at the apartment," he scratched his forehead.
"Sounds perfect to me!"
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Twenty minutes later, the two were back at their apartment, Jefferson's arm rested on Madison' shoulder, his other hand keeping a firm grip on the handle of his cane. Thomas hobbled into the living room as James ran off into his room, on a hunt for his fluffiest blanket. He dug through all his drawers until he decided to check under his bed. It was here he saw it, his incredibly dark purple (almost black) blanket, in all it fluffy, majestic glory. James pulled it out from underneath, smiling at how large it was. It could easily wrap around both him and Thomas.
Madison emerged from his room, seeing that Thomas was missing from the living room. He tossed the blanket onto their couch. "Jeffy? Are you in your room?" He called.
"I'm changing! Just give me a second!"
"Good idea!" James yelled back, running to his own room again, speedily changing into Pyjamas. When he left, he saw Thomas, curled up on the couch, half hidden by the abyss blanket. There was a bowl in front of him, and a Disney movie ready to play on the TV.
"Come." Thomas spoke jokingly, patting the sofa. James giggled, slinking over and sitting down, wrapping some of the blanket around himself. Jefferson handed him a spoon and bowl, filled with chocolate cake. He pressed play on the remote, and the movie began playing.
Madison looked over to his left at Thomas, he was shovelling cake into his gawping mouth, watching as the movie played. "Is this Moana?" James asked, whispering into Thomas's ear.
"Yeah! Haven't you seen it?" Thomas grinned at James, blowing a lock of hair from his vision.
"No, I haven't!" James giggled, pushing the hair behind Thomas's ear.
The taller mans jaw dropped, "what do you mean you haven't watched Moana!?" He exclaimed.
"Umm... I haven't seen it..."
"Watch closely, my dear one. This is amazing!" Thomas laughed, chewing some more cake.
James laughed, pulling the blanket tighter around him, snuggling into Thomas.
This was his happy place.
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