Gay Hamilton One-shots

Not again!// Lams

A/n-  Collage au, but Shit's about to get a little angsty, so brace yourselves. TW for physical violence and blood

It was the fifth time in the past two weeks. Alexander had come home way to late for Laurens' liking with some sort of injury. But Alex always ignored John's questions by simply going into the shower and then going to sleep directly after.  But tonight, John wasn't having it. He had locked the bathroom door and hidden the key, as well as the door to the bedroom. 

When Alex came home, he was trying desperately trying to hide something on his forehead. He saw his boyfriend, and tried to run for the bathroom almost instantly. When he realized the door was locked, his eyes widened with panic. He tuned to John, who spoke before he got the chance. 

"You gonna tell me where you've been or are we going to do this the hard way?" He asked. Alex sighed. He and John where still in the honeymoon phase. So, in turn, he couldn't know. And sure, they had dealt with this as friends, but this went deeper. John, even before dating, hated when Alexander got into fights. But these past couple of weeks, Thomas and his stupid boyfriend James wouldn't leave him alone.

"I was at the bar. With Laffeyet!" He tried. Laurens rolled his eyes. 

"Okay, so if I call him, he'll tell me that he was at the bar with you? He'll be able to explain why you're wearing a beanie in 100 degree weather?" He asked. Hamilton nodded slightly. "Cut the bullshit, Alexander!" Alex jumped. John never yelled, but now he was. Alex knew he should come clean, but this seemed like a situation where he should just keep digging his whole deeper. 

John began to think the worst. Was Alex cheating on him? Though that wouldn't explain the injuries, it would explain the coming home late. As if he read his mind, Alex spoke. "John, please just drop it. I'm not cheating, I've just been... Held up, at the end of work." He said. He wasn't completely lying. He and Thomas did work at the same company, just trying to pay off student debt. 

Again though, John saw through the bull shit. "Alexander fucking Hamilton. Tell me the truth or I will walk out right now and the only time you will see me after is when I come to get my stuff so I can stay somewhere else." He said through tears. Alexander was lying. Alex didn't lie. 

Alex's eyes widened. He tried to say something. Come up with something. But he couldn't. He just fumbled on his words like never before. John nodded and grabbed his back pack and head for the door. Alexander knew that one argument about his anger issues wasn't worth losing his boyfriend. His everything. 

"I've been getting into fights with Jefferson again." He said quietly. John stopped in his tracks.

"Verbal or physical?" He asked without even turning around. Besides, he knew the answer. 

Alex took off his beanie after mumbling 'take a guess.' John turned around, terrified. On the far left side of Alex's head was a giant tear in his skin. It was scabbed over and wasn't effecting him that much, but it was the principal. It was obvious it hadn't been cleaned. John through his backpack onto the ground instantly and rushed over to Alexander and hugged him tight, tears running down his face. At first, Alexander thought they where sad tears of tears of empathy. But when John pulled away, it was obvious he was pissed. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He asked. Alex looked at the ground in shame. "You. Promised." He said stiffly. 

"I know."

"Apparently, you don't. Because you said you would do whatever it would take to avoid him at any possible moment." 

"I have been! These past two weeks I just-"

"Thought you could have a get out of jail free card?" Alex shook his head and tried to speak but John got his words out faster. "Go to the bathroom and wait for me. The key is in my bottom dresser drawer." Alex did so as quickly as he could. John grabbed his first aid kit and went into the bathroom. He grabbed some anti-biotics, a rag, and a band-aid. He wet the rag with hot water and put the anti-biotics on it as well. Without warning, he began scrubbing the spot on Alexander's head, hard.