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"Bye Alexander! I'm leaving!" Thomas called out for his boyfriend, who protested loudly from upstairs. Thomas stood by the door with a duffel bag thrown over one shoulder. Alexander came running down the steps and hugged the taller man. "Don't leave Thomas," Alexander mumbled into the broad chest, which vibrated as Thomas laughed. "Oh Alex, you get to hang out with your friends? Lafayette on Friday night and then with John on Saturday. I'm sure you'll have a great time, darling." Alexander tightened his hold on his boyfriend and said, "It's Alexander." Thomas rubbed his back and said, "Sorry love. But I gotta go." Alexander hesitantly pulled away from Thomas and mumbled "Okay,"
Thomas softly grabbed Alexander's chin and kissed him on the lips. The taller man could feel the sad smile on his boyfriend's lips, and he pulled away soon. "Bye Alexander, I'll be home Sunday afternoon." Thomas opened the door and stepped out, allowing Alexander to close it himself.
The small male softly closed the door and turned to the empty living room. He hated whenever Thomas went back to Virginia but he couldn't keep him here in the busy city of Philadelphia. He was a southern man at heart, and he needed to stay at his home, Monticello. Alexander hated having the whole house to himself, but he didn't like going to Virginia. It was too quiet.
He shuddered the weird feeling he got, but shrugged it off, sitting down in front of his computer. He opened a blank document, and his mind followed suit. He, for once, didn't know what the hell to write about. So, he checked his work email and wrote up a little something asking Washington if there was anything he should do. Washington quickly replied to the Secretary of Treasury, saying to look over and edit some rough drafts. Alexander got them done in no time and was left wondering what the heck to do for the rest of Thursday night.
Alexander heard his phone go off, about two hours after his boyfriend left, and saw he had a message from him.
From: Mr. Southern Prince
hey, darling, I miss you a lot! but, don't let that stop you from having fun tomorrow with laf and on Saturday with John! party hard baby. I love you.
To: Mr. Southern Prince
please never say and/or type 'party hard' again. I love you too and I will. and get off your phone, you're driving!
From: Mr. Southern Prince
okay, i'll text you when im at monticello.
Alexander read the message and grinned a bit. He always hated sleeping alone, but he could manage for a few nights. He didn't feel the need to reply, so he just locked his phone. He and Thomas had been together for 1 year, ten months, and had been out to the public for the past six months. As both of them worked for the United States Government under President George Washington, they tried to keep their relationship secret.
That was until some hacker leaked their messages with each other, in the hope of exposing the government. Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State, was forced to come out as gay and dating the Secretary of Treasury, Alexander Hamilton, his supposed worst enemy. After the couple came out, Alexander offered for Thomas to move into his house in Philadelphia, because it meant he didn't have to buy his own house or rent out an apartment. Even though Thomas was filthy rich, he agreed quickly, as he got to move into his boyfriend's apartment.
The couple agreed to keep the talk of politics out of their home, as they knew it was for the best. They both had two completely different political views, but their personalities went together quite well. The two men only talked about work when telling the other about stuff they did. Like how Alexander wrote a report on how the finances went up in recent years.
They worked well together and balanced each other out perfectly. When they came out they did get a lot of hate, but President Washington defended them, stating that their relationship will not impact their jobs with the government. Anyways, Alexander curled up on the couch and grabbed the blank just a few feet away from him. He laid down and drifted into a soundless sleep. Two and a half hours later, he woke up to his phone going off. He checked it and he saw that he had two new messages from Thomas:
From: Mr. Southern Prince
hey darling, i just got here. im at monticello aye
From: Mr. Southern Prince
get back to me when you can, i know it's late up there
To: Mr. Southern Prince
we're in the same time zone idiot
From: Mr. Southern Prince
please i knew that.
From: Mr. Southern Prince
anyways, i'm tired as shit from the drive so i'm gonna go to bed now sweetheart
To: Mr. Southern Prince
okay, have fun tomorrow. goodnight and i love you, my southern prince.
From: Mr. Southern Prince
i love you my caribbean beauty. goodnight!
Alexander sighed and curled up on the couch once again, falling into another deep sleep.