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It's night time. The soft rustle of branches and the distant buzzing of insects could be heard outside. Madison sits in his office desk with a half empty glass of whiskey. Jefferson sits across him, holding a glass as well, yapping about what-ever-the-hell-he's-yapping-about. He was there for a "short visit", but Madison already doubted that when he saw the large bottle of whiskey Jefferson bought. An hour had passed, and Madison already wanted to go to bed so he could continue reading his book. They were a few glasses in, and Jefferson paused his talking to refill his again.
"You drunk yet?" Madison asks half-jokingly. "Not yet, are you?" Jefferson puts the bottle of whisky back on the desk before leaning back on his chair, taking a long sip of his drink. Madison only hums in response as he takes a sip of his whisky as well, glancing out the window. "It's getting dark, you sure you don't want to go home yet?" He asks. Jefferson puts on a faux sad expression "Ouch, you really want me gone already?" He replies while trying to be as dramatic as possible. Madison couldn't help but chuckle at the taller man's dramatics. After a bit more silly banter, Jefferson continues whatever he was yapping about again. Sooner or later, the glass of whiskey was close to empty, most of it's contents consumed by Jefferson. Madison only had a few glasses, and he was still pretty sober. But Jefferson... Well.. Let's say that he's.. tipsy.
"I think that's enough for the night, Thomas." Madison says as he takes the empty glass from Jefferson's hand. "Heyy, the bottle ain't even empty yet!" Jefferson stands up, trying to grab the glass from Madison, speech a little slurred as he spoke. Madison held the glasses away, putting them on a nearby side table. "No can do, I don't want to drag you back to your house again." Madison also grabs the nearly empty bottle of whiskey from the desk, putting it on the table as well. Jefferson huffs, walking towards the side table. "C'mon Jemmy, I ain't getting that drunk from one more glass."
Madison blocks Jefferson from getting to the side table. "Easy for you to say, you're not the one dragging your heavy ass back to your house." Jefferson leans over, about to snap back at him with another excuse, maybe a witty insult. But he pauses, staring at the other man's face for a long, long moment. "...Are you prettier today, or is it just me?" He suddenly asks. For someone who was considerably out of it, he had an eerily serious expression on his face. Madison, taken aback by the sudden question and Jefferson's sudden seriousness, was speechless for a moment. "I-- Thomas-- you're clearly drunk, let's get you to your house." he finally says, hooking an arm around Jefferson's to drag him out.
But before he can even get to the door, Jefferson stops moving with him. Jefferson puts a hand on Madison's arm that was hooked around his, squeezing gently. "Wait, you didn't answer my question yet.." Madison does his best to tug Jefferson to the door, but the man won't budge. "I can answer your question in the morning when you're sober," He tugs at Jefferson again, trying to get him to move. "Now let's go--" Jefferson yanks Madison back. "But I swear you look prettier today Jemmy!" He then wraps an arm around Madison's waist, pressing the other man against himself, resting his chin on top of Madison's head. "And you smell so good... And you feel so warm, and soft, and nice.."
Jefferson buries his face into the Madison's hair, slowly inhaling the scent of his shampoo. The man smelled like dried ink and parchment.. However, said man was starting to get more and more flustered by the second. He tries to wiggle out of Jefferson's grip, but to no avail. "Thomas, stop that! Get off me this instant!" But Jefferson only tightened his hold on him in response. "Can we stay like this just for a bit..? Please?" He squeezes Madison again before relaxing his grip, lifting his head from the shorter man's hair. "No we will not--" But the rest of Madison's words quickly die out when he turned his head to meet Jefferson's eyes. Damn it. Not those eyes. "I don't want to go home yet..." Jefferson whined, giving Madison the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he could muster. "It's lonely there. And cold."
Madison sighs. He wants to tell Jefferson no, he really does. But damn it those eyes. How can he say no to such a pathetic display? "Please Jemmy, please.." Jefferson whined once more. After a moment or two of silence, Madison finally replies. "..Fine." Jefferson's eyes immediately light up, and he releases Madison, only to take the shorter man's hand and drag him over to the small couch on the left side of the room. He plops down onto the couch, pulling Madison onto his lap, practically holding the man like he was a human-sized teddy bear. "Thank youu.." Jefferson mumbles as he buries his face into Madison's hair once again. Madison huffs. This is not how he envisioned his night. He wanted to read his book damn it. But now, he's stuck cuddling with Thomas Jefferson on his couch.
"Can we lie down?" Jefferson suddenly asks, halting Madison's train of what-I-could've-done thoughts. "..What." No way Jefferson was making demands again. First, him being held like a stuff toy and now he wants to lie down? God, the audacity of this man. "You said you only wanted to stay for a bit more, if we lie down you might fall asleep." Thomas makes a noise of what sounds like discontent. "I won't fall asleep!" He tugs on one of Madison's sleeves. He starts whining again. "Jemmyy.. C'mooonn..." After a bit more whining (and some kisses here and there) Madison finally caves, letting Jefferson lie down with him. The drunk man giggles, and the shorter man just sighs. Inevitably, Jefferson does fall asleep, and Madison had to drag him from the office all the way to a guest bedroom. It was a struggle, but he did it.
"God, I'm never letting Thomas get drunk again." Madison thought as he plops onto his bed and immediately goes to sleep. He'll finish reading his book the next time it seems.