Gay Hamilton One-shots

Sickfic//Lams

A/n: Call it basic, but it's still cute. TW for vomiting.

When Alexander woke up, he could tell he was sick. It didn't matter though. He just had to keep John from finding out before he left for classes and again before work, and it would be fine.

Alex woke up before John, per usual, and made himself some toaster waffles as he waited for his boyfriend to wake up. Alexander had also taken his temperature which was 101°, which really wasn't that bad. (That's what he told himself at least.) He had barely eaten any of the waffles in the 45 minutes it had taken John to wake up.

"Morning Love." He said after coming out of the bathroom. He placed a kiss on Alexander's cheek before popping two waffles of his own in the toaster.

"Good Morning." Alex said with a cough. John's head shot up. "What?" Alex asked, despite knowing the cough had given him away.

"Are you alright? You don't usually cough even when it's this cold out." John said, sounding genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, John, it was one cough." He did his best to smile. John nodded, but seemed unconvinced. John new Alexander had a very strong immune system, and it was rare he got sick. So even the smallest sign could be something bad.

"Your first class is an 8:00 am, right?" He asked. Alex nodded.

"Which means I should get going." He said, standing up and kissing john's cheek and walking out the door.

John sighed as he sat down, still extremely worried about his boyfriend. That's when he spotted the thermometer on the edge of the counter. John stood up and reached for it. When he grabbed it, he read 101 degrees on it. Alexander had lied. "Why can't he ever just take a break?" Laurens muttered to himself.

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The worst part about Alexander's law class, was the person he sat next to him, Thomas Jefferson. When Jefferson sat down next to Alexander, it was as if Alex's headache only got worse.

"Wow Hammy, you look like shit!" He laughed. Alex flipped him off under his desk. Thomas rolled his eyes. A few minutes into the lecture, Alexander reached into his bag and took a bottle of ibuprofen and proceeded to take five of them dry. Thomas' eyes widened. Alex could feel his eyes on him and looked at him.

"What? Like you've never taken pills straight after a hangover?" He said sarcastically.

Jefferson nodded. "Sure, but ain't no way in hell your hung over." He said. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Just shut up. I'm trying to pay attention." Thomas just rolled his eyes and stopped talking to Alexander.

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Alexander walked into the dorm room he and John shared, and was immediately ambushed by John sticking something in his ear. "John, what the fuck?" He nearly shouted. Then he heard the beep. It was the thermometer.

"104 degree fever! Alexander Hamilton, I swear to God! Why didn't you tell me this morning?" He said, half angry half concerned. Alexander rolled his eyes, but refused to make eye contact with his boyfriend.

"It isn't a big deal! I have to work so, I didn't tell you be-" Before Alex could finish, he ducked his head into the kitchen trash can. John heard the vomit coming out of Alexander's system. John's face eased as he rubbed his sick boyfriend's back. When Alex had finally gotten it all out, he slouched down against the kitchen counter. His breathing was heavy and he could still taste the acidity in his mouth. John sat next to him, wrapped his arm around Alex's waist and pulled he closer.

"Still doesn't seem like a big deal?" He asked. Alex sighed.

"I'll have to call in. You should go stay with Hercules and Laffeyet. I don't want you to get sick." He said. John stroked his boyfriend's slicked back hair as he spoke.

"There are a total of two reasons I will not be doing that. One, I don't trust you to not sneak out to work the minute I'm gone. And two, your always taking care of people. I need to take care of you for once." He said. Before Alex could retaliate, John spoke again. "So, your going to change into some comfy clothes and lay down. We will watch a movie on my laptop, seeing as I will be confiscating yours, as well as anything else you can use for work or school."

Alexander, knowing there was no changing John's mind, got up and grabbed an oversized hoodie (AKA one of John's hoodies) and a pair of sweat pants before going into the bathroom. John took all of Alex's school supplies and hid them in the closet. Then he wet a rag with cold water, got a 7up out of the fridge, as well as a mixing bowl from the cabinet, just incase. He made the bed and got his laptop set up to watch Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory.

When Alex came out of the bathroom, he saw John laying on the far side of his bed with his laptop on his stomach and a wet rag in his hand. On the bed side table was the bowl and the 7up.

The minute he laid down, John cuddled up closer to him at placed the cold, wet rag on his forehead and covered him with the blanket. About 10 minutes into the move, Alex whispered to John:

"I'm going to get you sick." To which John responded with moving the rag, then a kiss on the forehead, then the nose, and then the mouth, before saying

"It'll be worth it." He kissed Alex again. "Plus," Another kiss. "If you do get me sick, you have to take care of me all day." Alex smiled.

"Look at you, Mr. Bright side." He laughed. John shrugged.

"It's a specialty of mine." He said. Alex nuzzled into the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms tighter around John's torso.

"Thank you for making me take a break." He whispered. Before John could respond, Alex had fallen fast asleep. And though the cold wet rag was uncomfortable on his skin, he would disturb this moment for the world.