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Alexander shifts his weight from his left foot to his right foot. He’d been standing for about ten minutes now and his legs were getting tired and Thomas was still studying him with a look of terrible scrutiny. Taking in the tired bags under his eyes and the rumpled disarray of his clothes and the slight blush on his cheeks that Alexander could not will away with his eyes traveling all over him, like Alexander was some kind of art piece in a museum Thomas was trying to comprehend.
“You haven’t answered my question yet.” Thomas drawls, he rests his chin tiredly in his hand, as though this whole exchange is burdensome to him in some way, as if he could be doing better, more important things. Alexander knows its true, that Thomas very well may just be humoring his feeble attempt to be taken seriously but he isn’t ready to think about those implications.
“Yes I did.” He spits back, frustrated, impatient by Thomas’s lazy uninterested movement and the bored tone of his voice. “I said-”
“I asked.” Thomas interrupts with a raised eyebrow and Alexander shuts his mouth. “If there was some way for you to guarantee an endorsement from you. And you said you think so.”
“Yes so-”
Thomas holds up a finger interrupting him again and it takes every ounce of Alexander’s self control to not shout an insult into his stupid smug face, Thomas had said he would only talk if they remained civil.
“I’ve never known you to be the type to do things by halves Alexander.” There's just a hint of a smirk on his face.
“Well the idea only works if you agree to it. Otherwise I’d have to think of something else.”
“You think I might say no?”
Alexander grinds his teeth together, as if Thomas hadn’t been saying no to him for the past ten years.
“I considered the possibility.”
“And I’ve considered your idea.” And now its a full fledged smirk, Thomas finds this amusing, Thomas finds his desperation pathetic. But there’s little he can say about it as of now. After all he’d needed Alexander first, the other man was only capitalizing on the opportunity he’d been presented with.
“And I want to know what you would do if I declined.”
“I wouldn’t endorse you.” He says quickly, trying to cement the idea to Thomas that this is his only condition to the deal and that saying no would break apart any compromise he would try to make thereafter.
“You yearn for it that terribly?” Jefferson raises an eyebrow.
Alexander swallows. “Don’t act like you don’t need my support to win Jefferson.” He’s unsure exactly which one of them has the power here. True what he was asking from Jefferson was shameful but Jefferson couldn’t very well turn him away if he wanted his help.
It’s a tense few minutes as Thomas continues to eye him up and down and Alexander nervously shifts from one foot to another.
“You weren’t too bad last time.” Jefferson purses his lips, smiling like he’s recalling a memory. The same memory that Alexander had, of Jefferson’s first month back from France. When a heated cabinet debate and turned into a workplace rivalry, into U.S capitol compromise meeting and dinner at Thomas’s estate which had transformed into James Madison leaving well before the two of them and Thomas smothering Alex in a mess of expensive sheets with his ankles over his shoulders and Thomas’s name on his lips.
“Well come here then.” Thomas pushes back his desk chair and Alexander takes a hurried step forward before composing himself and casually strolling over. He does not need the embarrassment that will come with Thomas knowing just how eager he has been for this. How as soon as Thomas had told him. “Name your price” he’d had to hold in the desire to blurt it out right then and there.
Thomas gives Alexander enough room to kneel in front of him. He’d locked the door upon entry, no one would come looking for them.
He offers no help beyond a slight nod of his head and vague wave of his hand indicating for Alex to do as he pleases.
“You’re salivating.” He quips as Alexander undoes the tie on his pants.
“I am not.” He clips back matter of factly. But its untrue as he pulls back Thomas’s boxers to let his erection free. He pauses and looks up at Thomas.
“Would you like a formal invitation?” The secretary of state asks.
“I would like some recognition.” Alexander places his hands on Thomas’s knees. “Don’t pretend like I’m not here.”
He wants Thomas’s hands on him again. Big and rough and calloused, tangling in his hair, hard and dominant once again. He remembers how those same hands had spread his quivering thighs apart that night all those years ago while he’d feebly protested that he couldn’t possibly take anymore.
“You want the banks don’t you?” Thomas had growled in his ear nipping at the sensitive skin of his throat causing Alex to whimper. “Then you’re going to give me what I want first.”
As though it is some kind of chore Thomas reluctantly tangles a hand softly in Alexander’s hair. Grounding him as he loosens his tie and undoes a few buttons on his shirt to give himself more movement. Placing his hands again on Thomas’s knees, brushing his thumbs on the ridiculously expensive fabric as he watched Thomas’s erection bob against his stomach.
He remembers how it had felt inside of him.
Thomas lifts an eyebrow. “Any day now Hamilton.”
Alexander nosed his way between Thomas’s legs and despite his earlier indifference when Alexander’s lips lightly brush the tip of Thomas’s cock he has both hands against the back of the smaller man’s head to hold him in place. Alexander shuts his eyes and then opens them again. He wants to see every expression that crosses Thomas’s smug face.
Thomas is thick and with the grip he has on Alexander’s head he pushes the length of him down his throat holding him against the base. His nose brushes against the black curls on Thomas’s groin and he breathes deeply through his nose and his throat flutters around Thomas’s cock.
“Peace and quiet….finally.” Thomas exhales through his nose holding him there a moment longer simply because he can taking great pleasure in watching Alex struggle to breathe evenly through his nose, watching his eyes water before he pulls him back and only the tip of his cock in his mouth.
“Watch your teeth.” He spits hurriedly before he’s thrusting back into Alex’s mouth. Alexander lets his jaw go limp as Thomas uses his throat. This was not the dynamic he’d wanted, not what he’d planned for. The first and only other time they’d been intimate Thomas had, had full control of everything. Taking Alexander apart piece by piece, turning his carefully crafted composure and shattering it with his lips and his hands a honey sweet voice dripping with venom and lust in his ear.
He’d wanted to do the same today, have Thomas feeling the kind of controlled helplessness that Alexander had felt. At his mercy, making sounds he couldn’t control, debauched, undone.
“Mpmh.” He grips Thomas’s knees tightly as Thomas hits the back of his throat, he can feel a mix of drool and precum gathering at the corners of his mouth, can hear his own pathetic sounds as he struggles to catch his breath, can see very little through his wide eyed, teary gaze.
“You’re gonna swallow it all for me sugar.” He pants. “Is that what you’re gonna do? Swallow my cum and then go home and give your wife a kiss goodnight?”
Alexander squeezes his eyes shut forcing away thoughts of his wife and seven children who he wouldn’t be joining for dinner tonight. He’d told Eliza he had a business meeting.
“You’re pathetic.” He chuckles. “But I knew your mouth had to be good for something.”
He wishes he’d shut up. Thomas’s voice had always had an effect on him no matter if he was cross or petulant or coquettish. And right now saying such filthy, awful, dirty things to him. It was quickly making him lose what feeble control he’d had when he’d walked in here.
He can feel the stutter in Thomas’s hips, the more hurried movements as his thumb strokes Alexander’s cheek, he’s biting his bottom lip harshly, meets Alexander’s eyes, tips his head back. Seemingly torn between losing himself to the bliss or to focus on Alexander’s face.
Alexander would make the decision for him.
He pushed himself up only slightly, determined to take Thomas deeper his hands clawing at the Virginian’s hips and with a surprised little hitch in his breath Thomas came. Alexander took him down to the hilt and did what Thomas had said.
Thomas was shuddering as Alexander swallowed, throat contracting around his length. His large hands moving to push him away to catch his breath and peter down from his high but Alexander isn’t finished. He gags only once pulling back enough to truly clear his throat before he sucks Thomas down again, his tongue following a vein, his eyes finding Thomas’s face. White knuckles clenched on the arms of his chair, legs spasming around Alexander’s waist and head jerked back still convulsing.
Alexander wraps his hands around the base of his cock, lips around the head, tongue flicking over his slit.
“Shit.” Thomas curses quietly, groaning, turning Alexander’s cheeks pink as his hips try desperately to thrust again into his mouth. “Alexander.” He whimpers. This is the attention Alexander had wanted, not the detachment of a business transaction, but the power.
He pulls off of his head with a pop licking his lips clean as his fist closes over the head now, wrist flicking, rubbing and squeezing and stroking while Thomas’s legs tremble.
“Alex I can’t-”
“Take it.” He says remembering what Thomas had said to him that night years ago. “Shut up and take it.”
“Stop, stop you can’t-” He keens as Alexander drools over the head, each stroke of his hands becoming slicker and messier. A dried sticky mess forming on the thighs of Thomas’s pants.
“I’m giving you everything that you want, the least you can do is be good for me for a few more minutes.” He replies with faux innocence and his mouth is back on Thomas’s cock taking him to the base lifting Thomas’s legs up and apart and the future president of America cums down his throat again.
Alexander holds himself there to swallow everything again, moaning around the length, his own cock twitching in his pants at the feeling and at the helpless strangled sounds that Thomas is making. All of this fuss, just from his mouth. He understands it now, it’s exhilarating to have so much control.
“Please.” Thomas begs. “Alexander-”
Hamilton relents, licking his lips clean before tucking Thomas’s spit covered cock back into his pants and buttoning them up. Standing as Thomas catches his breath, whining softly as his legs remain spread too sensitive to put much pressure on his overstimulated cock. Alexander wipes his lips with the back of his hand and fixes his tie.
“You have your endorsement.” He promises. “But I need one more thing from you.”
Thomas drapes his head to the side to try and focus on him, on what he’s saying. He’s so fucked drunk he can barely speak but he’s listening.
“My job-”
“You’ll…you’ll keep it.” Thomas interrupts and now it is Alexander who holds up his hand at the interruption relishing in the audible closing of Thomas’s mouth as he waits.
“I know. But I have another condition.”
“Name it.” It’s post coital bliss thats making him so agreeable.
“I get to do this again…preferably whenever I want.”
Thomas’s eyes widen. “You’re crazy if you think….i’d let some smart ass…secretary-”
“Think of it as me serving my president. Which would be in the job description anyway right?” Finished with making himself presentable he approaches the door. He already knows its in the bag, he’d given Thomas his vote. He’d beat Burr and he’d already given Alexander more leverage then he knew.
It had been so much easier to get the upper hand than he thought.
“I don’t need to negotiate that with you, i’ll get what I want.”
His hand is on the knob unlocking the door, opening it.
He looks at Thomas over his shoulder. “But try not to think about me when you’re up on that podium giving your inauguration speech.”
Thomas keens and Alexander smirks. “See you at the election tomorrow.”