Hamilton Oneshots!!! :]

Strung out-Hamlaf smut.

I'm sorry, Lin Manuel Miranda. 

Enjoy.

"Hah! Laf-Please!"

Now that is not how Hamilton thought his day would go. He woke up, head on the desk per usual. He ate a depressing amount of cereal, declined several calls from his brother, and got dressed at head to class.

On the walk across the campus he was thinking of it to be a normal day. Spring, sunny, people walking and talking like complete idiots who walk to fucking slow. And when you're trying to fucking go past them they are trying to start a god damn fight with you.

Idiots.

Anyways, class was normal too. But this is when things get weird. One of Alexander's best friends, Lafayette, had been acting weird lately. On more than one occasion Alexander had caught the french man blatantly staring at him in class. This of course confused Alexander, was there something on his face? Shit.

As Alexander was packing his books into his bags he heard the French man approach. He felt Lafayette lightly touch his shoulder. The man dragged his finger along his back, contact that made Alexander shiver. What the hell was Lafayette doing-

Alexander whipped his head around to look at Lafayette. He wore a smirk. What the hell is happening. "Okay Laf, you're acting fucking weird-" Alexander deadpanned.

Lafayette kind of faltered at that. He took a breath through his nose and spoke. "Mon ami, would you like to ah- come to my dorm? After your classes." Lafayette smiled, a smile that reassured Alexander. "Oh yeah, my classes end at five. Is John and Herc going to be there?"

"Non non, It'll be just us." Lafayette glanced back to John and Hercules holding up thumbs ups and smiling. Lafayette rolled his eyes. "We're probably going to watch a movie." Alexander beamed, "Bet!"

Five o' clock rolled around. And Alexander thought this would be a normal friend get together. And Jesus Christ he was wrong. He changed and showered. Finally not in a ratty hoodie but a more clean hoodie. Alexander knocked on the door and rocked back and forth on his feet as he waited for his French friend.

The door opened and Lafayette came happily in the doorway. "Mon ami! Welcome!" Lafayette rushed Alexander inside the dorm, shutting and locking the door.

"I have Hostesses!" Lafayette held the box in his hand as if it were treasure. But it was a treasure for Alexander. The man had always had a sweet tooth. Lafayette flopped on the couch pointedly close to the brunette as he turned to Alexander and handed him one of the treats.

"What movie have you been thinking of?" Alexander opened the plastic wrap. "Oh, you'll love this. We are watching Heathers." Laf smirked.

"The movie where the chick goes all Bonnie and Clyde with her boyfriend?" Alexander laughed.

"Oui."

Halfway into the movie Alexander noticed obvious touches lingering from Lafayette until something happened that made Alexander's brain short circuit. Lafayette had laid a hand on Alexander's thigh, too close to his crotch to be friendly. Alexander visibly shivered.

"Is this okay, petite lion?" Lafayette turned to look at him, muting the television. Alexander felt his thoughts leaving him as Lafayette circled his thumb. He let out a shaky breath. "I'm not-I've never-yes?"

Lafayette smiled. "May I be your first?" And suddenly Alexander became hot all over, especially in his face. He nodded and Lafayette snaked his hands under Alexander's shirt.