#hamiltonticklefic

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“I have no weakness!”, Lee Burr!

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“We need to target the man’s weaknesses”, Jefferson announced to the other two men that afternoon, “Hit him where it hurts most. Burr, so you happen to know any of Hamilton’s weaknesses?”. Madison and Jefferson turned to Burr, knowing that he used to have quite a strong friendship with Hamilton.

Burr groaned softly, “Thats the problem, he is his own weakness. His whole personality is weak”. Burr didn’t actually mean that, he just said it to impress the other two. What he didn’t know however, was that Hamilton was spying on the conversation from afar, and had heard every word.

Later that day, Burr walked over to Hamilton’s house. Running against him politically was difficult, as he didn’t want their friendship to end. He knocked twice, and Hamilton answered. The man wore a frown as soon as he saw who was at the door.

“Um, Alexander”, he said awkwardly, knowing by the look Hamilton was giving him that he was mad, but not knowing why. “Aaron Burr, sir”, Hamilton responded dryly, “Shallowest of men. What is it?” “I just want to catch up”, Burr stated, “How have you been, Alexander?”. “Strong”, Hamilton replied, “Strong as ever”. Burr smiled faintly, “Iv’e been feeling rather weak lately actually, working with Madison and Jefferson is rather draining”. 

“Really?”, Hamilton said, “Because it sounded today like you were getting on just fine!” 

“What do you mean?”, Burr asked, genuinely confused.

Hamilton eyed him with an ice-cutting glare: “I heard you call me weak”

Burr suddenly snapped. Of course, Hamilton was spying on his meetings! He shook his head, “I only said that to impress the other two. I’m really sorry, I meant nothing by it”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because I am your friend Alexander, thats why”

Hamilton turned his head away, considering this for a moment. He sighed, “Fine, I believe you. Come in Burr”

The two drank coffee at Hamilton’s dining table, chatting about life and how it was going for the two of them.

“Also, it’s good that I said what I said”, Burr said, stirring a spoon in his mug, “Because otherwise, I would have had to tell them your actual weaknesses”. Hamilton crossed his arms, “Like what?” Burr grinned, “Your fear of Owls!” Hamilton chuckled and shook his head, “And what would they do with that information Burr? Hide an owl under my pillow? I don’t even think that Jefferson knows what an owl is!”. The two men laughed, they enjoyed chatting like this. “And if you told them that, I’d just tell them about your weaknesses!”, Hamilton exclaimed. Burr crossed his arms, mimicking Hamilton’s actions from earlier, “What weaknesses? I don’t have any!”.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“You sure?”

“Name one!”

Hamilton grinned cheekily, a light sparkling in his eyes, which made Burr nervous instantly. 

“Uh, Alexander, what are you thinking?”

Hamilton smiled brighter, “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how I could demonstrate one of your weaknesses right now”.

Burr nervously stood up, “Which one?”

Hamilton stood up to be at eye level with him: “How ticklish you are”.

As soon as the words left the mans mouth, Burr ran. 

He darted out the door, and up Hamilton’s staircase. He had a huge smile of anticipation on his face as he ran, knowing that eventually, Ham would have to catch up to him. He made it to the end of a dead-end corridor, and cussed under his breath. Hamilton grinned evily, “Uh-oh Burr, looks like you’ve been cornered!”

Burr sighed, “Just, please don’t go for my ribs, okay?”

Hamilton grinned wider, had Burr done that on purpose? Surely the man was smart enough to know that asking somebody not to tickle a certain spot would only make the other person more encouraged to do so. Yes, as it turns out, the man was smart enough. He blushed deeply, knowing what was to come. It was super stressful hanging out with Madison and Jefferson, this would be a good stress reliever. Hamilton slowly creeped over to Burr menacingly. “So, you have no weakness, huh?”. 

Burr was getting impatient; “Just do it Alexander!”

As soon as the words left his lips, he cupped a hand over his mouth. Crap, he should not have said that. He felt like sinking into the floor. 

“Do what?”

“L-let me go?”

“Huh! Nice try!”

And with that, Hamilton went straight for the kill, Burr’s ribs. He squealed and began shrieking with laughter instantly.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHALEHEHEX!”

“Yes Burr?”, Hamilton inquired, wiggling his fingers between the ribs.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Wow!”, Hamilton remarked, “For someone who doesn’t have any weaknesses, you sure seem pretty weak right now!”

“NOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIT!”

“Hey!”, Hamilton exclaimed, “Language!”

He lifted his fingers, much to Burr’s unpleasant pleasant surprise. “Swearing will not be tolerated in my house!”, Hamilton remarked, crossing his arms.

“It’s, it’s not such a bad word”, Burr reasoned. 

Hamilton smiled cheekily and gently pushed Burr to the ground and grinned down at him wickedly. “I repeat, swearing will not be tolerated in this house! Now, I ask you, how many ribs does a man have?”

Burr’s eyes widened, “No Alexander, don’t-”

Hamilton wiggled his finger over Burr’s top left rib, “One”. 

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHA!”

“Two”

“DAHAHAHAHMNIT HAHAHAH!”

“Three....hey, stop moving around so much, you’ll make me lose count!”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

“Oh well”, Hamilton sighed with a shrug, “Too bad, I guess we’ll have to start again from on-”

“What is going on here?”, Eliza asked from the other end of the hall, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. Crap, Burr hoped that she hadn’t seen that. He softly caught his breath as Hamilton turned around to face his wife. “Oh, hi honey, I didn’t realise you’d be back so early. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Eliza let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Oh, I’m not surprised that you didn’t hear me over Burr shrieking with laughter! What have you done to the poor man?”

Burr blushed harder, “Erm, nothing, miss Hamilton”. Eliza just smiled at that, “Oh, don’t be embarrassed Burr, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry, my husband can get a little out of control at times”. “Hey!”, Hamilton whined in his defence, “He told me he had no weaknesses, and I thought it my duty to prove him wrong!” Eliza just nodded her head, “Well, I’ll leave you men to it”. 

“What?!”, Burr cried.

“Oh, you heard me”, Eliza said with a smirk, “If my husband is tickling you to tears to prove a point, I will let him do it”. Eliza swung around on her heels and left.

Burr looked up at Alexander, who had a dumbfounded expression on his face, before it turned mischievous.

“Well”, he said, “You heard my wife! Back to one!”

“No-AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

“One”

“STOHOHOHOP!”

“Really?”, Hamilton asked, ”Why would I stop, I’m only up to one!”

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Plus, I don’t even think you want me to stop anyway”, he teased, spidering his fingers up down the other mans ribs and torso. 

Burr hated to admit it, but the man was right. 

The tickling continued for quite some time; Hamilton switching between pokes and light squeezes and spidering and clawing every few seconds, making it impossible to predict his next move. It tickled like hell, and all that Burr could do was let go and laugh. Yet still, it got to be a little too much after a while, and Hamilton seemed to notice, because he stopped.

Burr sat up, panting, and Hamilton lifted him to his feet. “Need a drink?”, he offered. Burr just shook his head, giggles still escaping his lips. “Nohoh, juhust coffee”. 

“Just coffee?”, Hamilton clarified in disbelief.

Burr nodded, “Just coffee”

Hamilton softly nudged his side, making him squeak, “Theres another weakness of yours Burr, coffee!”

Ok, so I said I’d post this later but I just couldn’t resist!

Prompted by @randomtickleewriterstudent 

Summary: Burr helps Hamilton play his chess game, in a very unexpected way...

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon in Manhattan, New York.

Alexander Hamilton stood outside President George Washington’s office, a stack of papers in hand. He knocked on the thin door twice, causing the room to rumble softly.

“Come in”, came the voice of George Washington. Hamilton obeyed, stepping inside to find Washington with a quill in his hand, writing some sort of letter.

“I have the papers”, Alexander said, making the other man look up. Washington smiled softly at the sight of one of his hardest and most loyal workers.

“Thank you Hamilton”, he said, “Put them on my desk”.

Hamilton nodded and walked by Washington’s desk, placing the papers down. As he did so, he accidentally knocked over Washington’s jar of ink, causing ink to spill all over the letter Washington was writing, ruining it.

Hamilton gasped: “I’m so sorry!”.

Washington just shook his head and looked up at him, “Don’t be, son. We all make mistakes”. 

Yet Hamilton could tell that Washington was a little irritated. 

“I could, erm, rewrite that letter for you if you want”, Hamilton offered.

“That would be nice”, Washington responded.

And so Hamilton sat at the presidents desk, writing out on a new sheet of parchment the words that came out of Washington’s mouth. 

Once he was done, he dropped the quill, his hands a little red from witting so fast. Of course, Hamilton was used to this, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Washington noticed Hamilton’s red hand.

“Sorry, did I go to fast?”.

“No”, Hamilton responded.

George Washington thought for a moment. “You seem worked out Hamilton, would you like to take a break with me?”.

Hamilton’s face lit up, “I would love to, sir”.

Hamilton really was feeling worked out, from both the essays he placed on the president’s desk and the letter that he just wrote for him. He didn’t often take breaks, but he couldn’t say no to the president of the United States. And it was fun spending time with Washington, he was a smart man and had lots of insights to give, in one game in particular...

“Chess!” both men said at once.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and than burst out laughing. Washington was a very good chess player, and liked giving Hamilton new techniques and strategies to follow. Of course, for every time he played Washington, the better he got himself.

They both walked over to Washington’s couch’s and set up the board on his coffee table, each man on either side of it. They didn’t even have to ask each other about what colour to play; Washington always played as black and Hamilton always played as white.

“Would you like me to give you tips as we play?”, Washington asked.

“No”, Hamilton replied, “I’m feeling competitive today”.

Just than, there was another knock at the door, making the room quietly rumble.

“Come in”, Washington called.

In stepped a short man: Aaron Burr. 

“Sir, may we have a discussion?”, Burr asked.

“Maybe later”, Washington responded.

Burr was about to walk out, when Hamilton said, “I have an idea! How about winner plays Burr!”.

Burr raised an eyebrow in confusion, before walking over to see the chess board on the table between the two men. Understanding, he nodded.

“Do you play chess?”, Washington asked.

Burr smiled, a common habit of his, “Yes, and I am quite good if I do say so myself”. Burr shook his head and added, “Sir”.

Washington chuckled, “You don’t have to call me that. For now”.

He patted a seat next to himself on the couch for Burr to take.

And so, the game began. Alexander advanced his pawn, to which Washington responded with a knight. Alexander took another pawn out to threaten that knight, and Washington advanced his knight further to the centre. 

A few moves later, and Washington was already dominating the game. Snatching pieces, threatening pieces and taking control over most of the board. 

Hamilton cursed under his breath every time another valuable piece was taken, wishing that he had accepted the other man’s guidance.

Burr seemed to be very interested in the game, observing the board and calculating many possible moves for each player and their outcomes in his head. He noticed Hamilton make a very stupid mistake with his queen, and had to try hard not to make a noise as to spoil the game.

Just than, Washington stood up, “Do you guys need a drink?”. The other two shook their heads. “Well than, if you’d excuse me, I’m just going to get some water for myself, be right back”. And with that, the president left the room.

Alexander and Burr sat in silence for a few moments, before Burr muttered: “Your in trouble”.

“What?”, Alexander asked.

“Oh, I mean, Washington will destroy you when you get back”.

Hamilton tilted his head, “Why?”.

Burr snickered, “Look at your queen Alexander”.

Hamilton looked at the board. “What? I don’t see anyth- OH SHIT.”

Burr chuckled to himself, “Yeah, that is a bit of a problem isn’t it”.

The problem they were talking about: Washington’s pawn was just diagonal from Hamilton’s queen, and he would surely take it on the next move. Crap, why didn’t he see that?

“Of course”, Burr said at a clearly frustrated Alexander, “You could cheat”.

“What?”

“I said, you could cheat. Quickly, move your queen before Washington gets back, hopefully he won’t notice anything”.

Hamilton raised an eyebrow, he rarely saw this side of Burr. Burr never cheated, at life or in a game. Yet Hamilton was ready to obey, as it could have been his only chance of winning the game. He did as Burr suggested, and moved his queen one space down. 

A few moments later, Washington returned with a small glass of iced water in his hands.

“Now, where were we?”, he said, resuming his position on the couch. As soon as he glanced at the board before him, a smile spread across his face.

“Hamilton?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Did you move your queen when I was gone?”.

Crap. 

“No”, Hamilton lied, fumbling with the buttons on his coat.

“Are you sure?”, Washington asked him, raising an eyebrow, a wide grin on his face.

“Yes”, Hamilton responded, tying to keep eye contact with the man as his knees wobbled.

“Come’ere son!”, Washington chuckled, walking to the other side of the board and sitting down on Hamilton’s couch, wrapping an arm around the man’s shoulder. Hamilton squeaked.

“Now what if I told you”, Washington explained, “That this was all a test?”.

Hamilton’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping open. Washington chuckled at the look on the mans face, and Burr also couldn’t help letting out a humph of amusement. Hamilton shot Burr an ice-cutting look, to which he just responded with a finger to his lips, as if to say: ‘Don’t tell him I suggested it’.

“Now”, Washington said, “Since I know that your a cheater, it’s about time I give you your next lesson”.

With that, the president pounced on him, leaving him laid back on the couch.

“Never cheat at chess”, Washington said down at him, “Because there are consequences”.

Hamilton gulped,”What kind of consequences sir?”.

“Well, glad you asked”, Washington said, a smug smirk glued to his face; “You see, the other day, I went in to check on you at your house, and I saw something very interesting through your window. You were play fighting with your friend John Laurens, is that correct?”.

Hamilton’s eyes widened once again, “Uh, umm....”

“Oh, my eyes never deceive me son. But you know, you have always seemed to me like the ticklish type”.

“Wait-sir-NO!”, Hamilton cried, but it was too late, Washington had started clawing his quick fingers up and down his ribs.

“No what?”, Washington asked, not slowing his attack.

Hamilton tossed his head back in hysterical laughter, trying to squirm away to no avail.

“Whats wrong son, are you a little ticklish?”, Washington teased, making his hands towards the other man’s belly, scratching and teasing at the thin cloth of his shirt. 

Burr watched the whole thing from the other couch, with a smile on his face.

Hamilton thrashed and squirmed.

“BUHUHHHUHUHUHUHURRR HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!”, he begged, squealing as Washington swirled his pointer finger into his belly-button.

Burr just chuckled, “Washington was right, there are consequences for cheating you know”.

Oh, the irony.

“SIHIHHIHIR, WAHAHAHAHASHINGTON, PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!!!”.

“Please what?”, Washington asked, “What is it Hamilton, do you want more tickles?”.

“NOHOHHOHO!”, he cried, “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE THIHIHIHHIHIHNGS!!!!”.

“Things?” Washington questioned, “Can you not say ‘tickle’ Hamilton?”.

Hamilton turned crimson, squirming around and kicking lightly in his laughter. 

Washington tried out the mans neck, which was exposed from him tossing his head back in laughter. He shrieked and pinned it down to his chest.

“NOHOHOHHOHO WHYHYHHYHYHY?!?”

“Why? Because you cheated, thats why Hamilton. And you thought I wouldn’t even notice”, Washington teased.

This was torture, just torture. Yet of course, Alexander didn’t exactly hate it. 

Ok, he loved it.

But why would he not? He was playing with Washington like a little kid after a long day at school. And the feeling of just laughing freely was...lifting. Like the worlds problems vanished for those moments, and he was just having fun with a friend.

But that still didn’t stop the man from begging and squirming.

“Wait, stop”, Burr said to Washington, making him halt his attack. A huge smile spread across the shorter’s face: “I have an idea”.

“Wait, Bur, don’t you dare!”, Alexander threatened, as the other approached him and Washington.

Burr’s eyes flashed, “Don’t I dare what Alexander? This?”.

“No! Wait-”, Burr started squeezing the sides of Hamilton’s stomach with both hands, which he knew Hamilton couldn’t stand.

“NOHOHHO HEHEHEHEEHELP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”, he cried, his laughter ticking up a pitch. 

Washington smiled down at the scene before him, “Oh, your in trouble now son”. He went back to Ham’s neck.

“YOHOHOHOHOHOUR NOHOHOHHOHOT MYHYHYHYHY DAHAHAHAHAHAD!”, Hamilton laughed, the sensations almost unbearable.

“And you, son, are not a fair chess player”, Washington responded teasingly, watching as the man completely lost his mind under the attacks.

“I was right Hamilton, Washington would destroy you when you got back!”, Burr slipped out.

Washington stopped his fingers and looked up at Burr. Burr, realising his mistake, cupped a hand over his mouth.

“What was that Burr?”, Washington asked.

“N-nothing”.

“Did you warn Hamilton about the queen?”.

“N-no”

“Did you suggest that he cheat?”

“N-no”

“Are you ticklish?”.

Washington stepped over to Burr’s side of the couch.

“N-no”.

Hamilton chuckled, sitting up, “Nothing he just said was true, sir”.

“Hamilton!”, Burr exclaimed, feeling betrayed. Hamilton just shrugged.

“You shouldn’t have done that Burr, attacked when I warned you not to”.

“And”, Washington added, “There is a punishment for assisting in cheating too”.

And soon, Burr was trapped on the couch, letting out streams of giggly laughter.

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon in Manhattan, New York. And a very playful one to!