Chapter 2
“Alex, Alex you’ve got to wake up.”
Hamilton felt Laurens shake him but he was not very motivated to stand. He was finally catching up on all the sleep he’d been missing and it would be a pain to lose it all now.
His weekend was made work free ever since his boss found out that his mate would be coming in at that time.
Somehow the lack of work made him even more stressed out so he’d fall asleep at random times just to give himself something to do besides waiting. He hated waiting.
If John succeeded in waking him he’d be stuck with more hours of waiting.
“What is it?” he slurred barely conscious but he needed to give his nosy friend a response or he wouldn’t leave him alone. He quite enjoyed his nap on the Mulligan-Fayette couch and he’d rather get back to it.
“What time are you supposed to be pick your new mate from the airport?”
A question.
Alexander’s attention focused at once without his permission, because he could not resist the lure of a question.
“Two. Two in the afternoon.” He mumbled rubbing at his face recalling that his mate was in fact coming today. He was supposed to pick him up from Central station but time had passed so slowly and Alexander had been up since seven in the morning.
“What time is it now?” he groaned tiredly and Laurens put some distance between himself and Alex. That was not a good sign.
The Hamilsquad were already in position knowing the chaos that would follow as soon as Laurens gave his answer.
“It’s four O clock. Afternoon.....”
Hamilton nearly jumped right into Laurens. Fortunately he fell back faster than Alex leapt from the couch like a bullet from a gun.
Hamilton swore as Laurens threw a jacket on his head, charging forward like an enraged bull but his steps unsteady because he’d just woken from a long nap.
“Shoes at the front door.” Laurens directed as Hamilton put on his jacket in a rush.
He didn’t even wait long enough to wear it right before he started racing to the door but he got sidetracked by Lafayette calling out to him from the kitchen.
“For your mate Mon Ami!” Lafayette grinned and tossed Hamilton a small bag of freshly baked cookies.
He kind of felt bad since it was partly his fault Alex was late. They’d been binge watching movies together when Hamilton fell asleep and Lafayette had made sure no one woke him cause he barely got any rest as it was. Since Hamilton couldn’t stop and buy a gift now the cookies should do just fine.
“Oh my God.” Hamilton gasped patting his clothes and turned round at the door.
“Where are my.....?”
“Keys!” Mulligan snatched them up from the table and tossed them across the room to Alex who caught them gratefully and spun out the door immediately.
“You sure you’re going to be okay?” Laurens asked concerned as he watched Hamilton literally run into his car. Smacking against it and falling back in shock for a second before jamming his keys into the door.
“Can’t talk. Must go.” Alex muttered fumbling with the car doors.
It was so embarrassing to show up late, what a terrible first impression. What would Burr even think of him?!
Laurens lenses his steady hand in turning the key and helped Hamilton open the door.
“Can you drive?”
“I’ll manage.”
“Alright then just be safe. Okay?” Laurens sighed then smiled. “And when he’s all settled in give us the details man. We wanna raise a glass to your mate.”
“Will do sir.” Hamilton laughed out and Laurens backed away from the car.
As soon as his hands were off Hamilton took off like a rocket running a self declared race for the moon.
“Drive safely dammit.” Laurens groaned with a sigh.
Hamilton was just absolutely impossible.
*
Burr wasn’t sure what to think of his scruffy mate as they worked together to move his luggage to the pick up car Hamilton had driven over. The car was of a nice model too. Real sleek.
Hamilton's cover was not his book at all.
His.
Burr was still finding it hard to get over the fact that his soul mate was a.... A he?
What did this mean for him now?
Was he gay? Was he....bi?
While Burr was struggling to figure this out, Hamilton was chattering nonstop about how excited he was to finally meet him and how it had been a pleasure to be able to exchange letters and dissect each others minds.
He was still talking when they got into the car and Burr put on his seat belt.
“Mr Burr sir.” He said pulling Burr from his thoughts. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern on his features so Burr forced his mind to clear.
“I’m fine.” He assured him with a small smile. For the most part he was fine.
“Just a little overwhelmed.”
Hamilton looked unsure if that was a good or bad thing but he accepted that answer and started the car.
"Oh Mr Burr, I want you to have this." Hamilton smiled and handed him a bag of cookies.
They smelt fresh too. Burr was surprised that he'd gone through all the trouble.
"Thank you Hamilton." He said and his new mate smiled.
The drive was a smooth one. Mostly involving Hamilton explaining the route from the train station to their new home in case Burr ever needed to remember.
Their new home was apparently created to suite both of them. Taking in what they personally enjoyed in architecture and combining it into one house. It turned out he and Hamilton had a lot of common tastes.
The house was a short wide three story building with a balcony at each end, painted in soft colours of buttercup yellow and white.
The roof of the house was flat and bordered by a guard rail which meant it was most likely accessible by a door in the house.
A house with a rooftop was actually not a bad touch, Burr thought appreciatively.
It was settled in its own yard too. The yard stretched as large as a small park around the house. Offering them privacy without cutting them off completely from the neighbourhood.
Trees swayed in the garden with a few wild plants growing here and there.
“You planted these?” Burr asked curiously but Hamilton shook his head.
“The plants came with the house..... Why? Do you want to.....” His voice trailed off but Burr guessed the question was if he wanted to cut them down.
He wasn’t used to surrounding himself with green but it helped with fresh air.
“Let’s leave it.” Burr said choosing to inspect the house's interior instead.
It turned out he and Hamilton had similar tastes when it came to interior design.
Hamilton had been given the house after the match had been made so he’d moved out of the apartment he’d been living in before and was given a week to arrange the house for their future.
“I was sure to take into consideration your profession as well as possible work schedule. I even designed us separate offices but if you’d prefer to work together I can rectify that.” Hamilton explained in a buzz now that he was taking Burr in a tour around their new home.
Burr for his part just put his hands in his pockets and followed him around.
Their private offices were set in rooms side by side just in case Burr didn’t want them so far apart.
The living room was organised in terms of comfort and warmth. The house even had a fireplace, how he appreciated that. The dinning with three chairs because Hamilton had three friends so he’d assumed that is Burr had three friends too and they invited them over at the same time they could accommodate each other without anyone feeling left out.
A kitchen that was stock full of nearly every kitchen equipment possible because Hamilton wasn’t sure what Burr would like. That brought him to the fridge that was also stuffed full.
“Are we even going to eat all of this?” Burr sighed actually surprised Hamilton had gone this far.
Hamilton looked doubtfully at the fridge with a small nervous pout before turning back to Burr.
“I wasn’t sure if....”
“I’d be Vegan. I get it.” Burr smiled a little touched that a lot of the decisions Hamilton made was based of what he would prefer and the information he’d gathered from his letters.
It was actually pretty sweet when he thought about it.
“The house is perfect Hamilton.” He said just wanting to get some rest.
Hamilton seemed to light up at the compliment. He shut the fridge with a beam on his face as Burr went on.
“I’d like to rest though so......”
“Ah yes. The bedroom.” Hamilton said sheepishly and led him to it.
“I...... I couldn’t make an outright decision. I mean, this is the place we’ll be spending most of our time in. I mean not most of our time.” Hamilton flushed and shook his head slightly annoyed.
“I mean it’s a room we have to mandatorily be in together so it should fit both our preferences. However I don’t know your preference or what kind of bed you like so.......”
“So you decided to wait till I got here.” Burr said keeping the exhaustion out of his voice as he found himself staring at a completely empty room.
Good grief.
“Yeah.” Hamilton shrugged and walked in looking around at the room.
“I figured we could go shop for furniture when you got here.”
“Maybe we can go tomorrow.” Burr mumbled thinking he’d be satisfied sleeping on the couch.
“Please no. Let’s do it today.” Hamilton begged. “I’ll do all the work just please.”
Burr sighed.
He just wanted to rest and didn’t have the strength to argue so he figured they’d do it Hamilton’s way. As it turned out even though it was late Hamilton had marked the name of every furniture shop around the neighbourhood as well as their closing time so he knew exactly which ones were doing delivery at the time and which one to drive to.
Although he’d asked Burr to pick he never seemed satisfied with any of Burr’s suggestions so Burr just gave up and had Hamilton pick instead. He sat at a nice corner of the store eating the cookies Hamilton had gave him while Hamilton browsed the stores,
criticizing most of the bedroom furniture they had.
It was that Alexander ended up choosing all of the bedroom furniture (why had he even bothered waiting for him???) and it was moved in instantly.
“New couple huh?” one of the movers grinned at Burr. “Congratulations man.”
“Yeah thanks.” He said, though in all honesty he still wasn’t sure what to think of his new mate.
He was just discovering possible parts of his sexuality that he hadn’t even realised existed so it was all big moments for him.
However Burr wasn’t comfortable with keeping up with the excuses. He wanted to know his mate better so when they sat down to dinner that night, after everything had been moved in and they ordered fast food, Burr decided to strike up a conversation with Hamilton.
“So tell me about yourself?” he asked curiously.
“What do you want to know?” Hamilton asked surprised and Burr considered the question.
What did he want to know?
“As much as I can?” Burr laughed. He didn’t know. He just wanted to know.
“Just tell me about. You.”
He soon learnt that probably wasn’t the best question to ask his super hyper mate.
Once Hamilton got talking Burr couldn’t put a word in edge wise. He was releasing information at nearly the speed of the sound and it was taking all of Burr's concentration to just keep up with him.
He first described his physical appearance which was kind of obvious. 5’7 feet tall with fair skin, long dark hair soft brown eyes. His birthday was the 11th of January and Burr found himself unconsciously mark that down. Heck he was unconsciously marking down everything that Hamilton said. It was kind of amusing to see him so animated.
He also marked down descriptions that Hamilton might have unconsciously left out including prominent nose, beautiful mouth, and a tender face.
Hamilton apparently had a soft spot for beef and he absolutely adored vanilla ice-cream. He had three friends which he’d mentioned earlier. John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan and Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Mintier de Lafayette.
Burr had a bit of a problem keeping up when Hamilton started talking about his friends because one of them sounded like ten people so he wasn’t very sure. Two of his friends were mated to each other but Burr couldn’t make out which of those names it applied to.
Hamilton had zoomed past his friends who were all 'amazing acquaintances and talented allies' and was on his enemies which included tiny chocolate panda and the Macaroni Giraffe.
“Excuse me what?” Burr blinked successfully interrupting for the first time since the conversation began. “Are those their actual names?”
“No, but they don’t deserve actual names because they’re both foul vile creations placed in Amerika to frustrate me.” He scowled in a kind of cute way that made Burr smile a little.
Fortunately Hamilton didn’t notice that he thought his anger looked cute.
He was still......talking.
Jesus.
Didn’t his mouth hurt by now?
It was amazing how his soul mate never seemed to shut up. Burr was a quiet person. He assumed he’d get someone like that too.
No such luck though.
Even as he moved the dishes to the sink to wash-up Hamilton followed him there, still talking.
Good news was that Hamilton was employed. He worked as the chief financial officer for Washington industries which just so happened to be one of the largest and richest banking industries in the entire of Amerika.
“Wow.” Burr said realising that his new possible husband was rich.....very rich.
He’d been meaning to ask about the expenses of the house. Like who paid for them or if they came for free. Didn’t mean to sound like a gold digger but Hamilton being rich came in handy. Besides it wasn’t like he intentionally married into wealth, it was just that....being bi didn’t sound so hard anymore.
Jesus now he sounded like a whore, he groaned into his hand getting water all over his face.
“What about you? What do you?” Hamilton asked excitedly.
Burr was surprised that he was getting a turn at speaking. He thought he’d just listen to Hamilton all day.
“Um....”
“You’re a Lawyer right?”
“Yeah.” Burr chuckled. “I work Law and I signed up with a firm. According to my boss they might have a new position open for me. We’ll have to discuss that when we meet at work.”
“That’s great.” Hamilton smiled lighting up his face.
His entire face seemed to smile with him when he did that.
The more Burr studied him the more he thought Hamilton didn’t actually seem much like the large and in charge type. He didn’t dress it either. Perhaps he was one of those bosses that was nice to everyone and liked to hand out candy to kids when he was given a chance.
After that conversation died down because Burr didn’t have enough information about his work place. He’d have to actually start work to see it but Hamilton said if he was having any trouble he could just come to him, which was really sweet of him but Burr was sure he’d be able to handle his problems himself. He was rather used to that.
Lights out.
It was finally coming to the end of what had been one heck of a hectic day. Burr was only grateful to shower, dress in sleep clothes and lay on the soft bed that sat across the room from Hamilton’s.
Deciding on their 'mating' bed had been a tough decision for both men. Mostly because they didn’t know shit about each other’s personal habits just yet. They didn’t like to get in their space when they didn’t know how the other wanted their space yet they were mated so Alexander decided they’d get a detachable king sized bed.
It could act as two separate beds and also conjoin as one. Pretty handy in Burr's opinion.
So, for the time they knew nothing about each other they’d lie apart. Then slowly and surely close the gap between them.... eventually.
The bedroom walls were painted a dark shade of green, a colour Alexander had chosen but Burr got to chose how he wanted his side of the bed so he’d chosen red sheets. They might have stood out in the green bedroom but Hamilton didn’t mind.
Burr reasoned that if Hamilton did mind he’d have most likely said something about it by now.
The mattress is comfortable and he pulls his blankets over himself while taking a small peek to check on Hamilton. He’s a little startled to see the young man staring at him from his bed.
“Is....something wrong Hamilton?”
“No..... No I just. It’s hard to sleep.” Hamilton mumbled and Burr rubbed at his eyes.
“I see.” He mumbled not really sure what to say to that.
“Well yes.” Hamilton began to ramble. “I mean. This is our first time sleeping together as a couple and by together I do not mean like....you know intercourse, nor do I imply that we lie on the same bed. Though technically it is the same bed like two halves of a whole time apart, like us as we represent the other’s soul mate. Anyway I actually mean you and me here in the room. Together, and it almost feels so crazy to be alive right now. Right here. With you.”
He seemed to blush and bury his head underneath the blankets a little more.
“Also usually I get a lot of work and that makes me sleepy but I don’t have any work today so I’m not very sleepy at all. You seem tired though. I guess I should let you sleep.”
Yes, you should. Please shut up, Burr thought aggravated.
This endless ever replenishing energy that fuelled Hamilton. When would it end?!
“Can’t you just....count sheep or something?”
“Count sheep? Seriously?” Hamilton snorted and Burr sighed.
“Fine fine fine I’ll count. I’ll count sheep.” Hamilton mumbled and Burr sighed with relief.
“Good night Hamilton.”
“Good night Burr.”
Then there was silence.
It was almost eerie how quiet the house could get once Hamilton stopped talking. Burr settled under the sheets and feel his weariness begin to cloak him, taking him to the land of dreams.......
“One.”
Oh God.
“Two.....Three....”
Oh God no.
“Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten...... Ten paces.”
“Hamilton what are you doing?” Burr groaned.
“I don’t think....your idea is working Burr.” Hamilton sighed.
I don’t think it’s going to work if you count aloud Hamilton! Burr thought exasperated.
A beeping sound was heard in the room and Hamilton sat up to check on his phone. Burr could hear him tapping away at it. Possibly replying messages.
“I’m going to take a small walk to shake off a bit of my energy. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.” Burr sighed without glancing back and actually felt relieved when Hamilton left the room.
Not a very good sign.
Despite his guilty conscience Burr’s weariness caught up with him and he soon drifted off to sleep. His rest peaceful with a simple dream.
He dreamt he came all the way to Amerika to find Alexandra was actually a guy. Crazy.
He was just telling Alexandra this funny story when his phone began to ring. Somehow it was so far away. He just needed to reach it.......
Then he fell out of bed.
“Ow. Ow what the fuck?” he groaned and rubbed at his head because it hurt.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and picked the call.
“I swear Aaron Burr!” Jefferson started ranting as soon as he picked. “Would it kill you to pick up the damn phone?!”
“What..... Thomas?” he groaned.
“Yes Thomas! Where the fuck are you? James has been worried sick.” Jefferson scolded.
“I’m.....”
And that was when Burr realized this hadn’t actually been a dream. This was real. He was here in his new home with his made Alexander........
Burr froze when he turned to glance to the other side of the room and found no Alexander.
He wasn’t in bed yet? Why?
“Hello? Where are you?” Jefferson demanded.
“I’m in my mate’s house. I’m fine. It’s late. I’ll call you back in the morning I swear to God Jefferson but I need rest right now. Tell Madison hey for me.” Burr begged his eyes still scanning the room.
“Well hey back mother fucker.” Jefferson muttered.
Burr let him cut the call then he bolted up immediately searching around the house.
“Hamilton? Hamilton?!”
He wasn’t here. What the fuck was going on?
He put on a robe and blindly stumbled out the door in some slippers. The air was cold. He pulled the robe tighter over him and checked the time.
It had been an hour since they went to bed.
What the fuck?
“Hamilton?!” he called out in a level tone of voice as he walked out into the neighbourhood.
He didn’t want to be that one guy who always assumed the worst but right now he couldn’t help but assume the worst. Where had his mate gone at such a late hour? To his friend’s home? If so why didn’t he text?
Burr groaned recalling that they had not exchanged numbers.
Stupid stupid stupid.
No way at all to reach his mate. How could he be so stupid? Hamilton was rich with no security over his home. He could have been attacked or something.
Panic was beginning to build within him when someone suddenly called out to him.
“Aaron Burr sir?”
“Hamilton!” Burr gasped and whirled around to face Hamilton who was absolutely surprised to see him here.
He'd been walking down the street, earphones plugged, just bopping to the music and rocking.
“Mr Burr? What are you doing away from bed?” he asked surprised.
“What do you think I was doing? I was looking for you. Do you have idea what time it is?!” Burr hissed.
“One thirty. A.M. “ Hamilton said proudly and Burr let out a low growl.
Well of course he knew what time it was.
“Were you worried about me?” Hamilton asked softly with a small smile. “I know the neighbourhood well Mr Burr. I’d have found my way back just fine.”
“Your number. Give me your number now.” Burr muttered whipping out his phone.
Hamilton blinked surprised but he took the phone as Burr held it out and typed down his number dutifully.
“What do you think I should save it as?”
Burr took the phone and wrote down his full name dutifully
Alexander Hamilton.
The weird circumstance that had led him to learn that name would make it easy to remember anyway.
“Come on.” Burr said watching as Alexander’s eyes widened in surprise when he held out his hand to him but he didn’t care right now. He needed to know he was holding him. That he’d found him and he was taking him home.
“Let’s go home Alexander.”
Hamilton dutifully took his hand and Burr led him all the way back to their home.
He checked all the locks to make sure they were secure and didn’t lie down till Hamilton was in bed.
Hamilton kicked about the sheets in an effort to get comfortable then relaxed as soon as he was settled and turned to Burr who’d been watching him the entire time.
“Forgive me for having worried you.”
“No, that’s fine. Just go to sleep now.” Burr willed and Hamilton nodded.
He couldn’t close his eyes until Hamilton was asleep.
Watching the man seem to fight against the closing of his eyelids until he finally settled.
He got up just once to be sure Hamilton was in fact asleep and pulled the covers closer over him so he wouldn’t get a cold.
Hamilton had such a peaceful expression while he slept. No chatter, no extravagant expressions and motions. Just a beautiful face partly hidden underneath his blankets.
With Hamilton asleep, Burr could finally settle into bed as well. He curled up under the covers just grateful that Hamilton was okay.
He hadn’t lost anyone else. Hamilton was still here. Right across from him.
That reassurance was what helped him fall asleep again.