Hamilton Drabbles

Don't Touch

"I swear to God, if you touch me..." Alex started, backing away from John slowly, as not to provoke him. John followed him with a few steps of his own, "You'll what? Please finish your threat, I'd like to see where you were going with it."

Alex looked away, an exasperated yet amused snort left his lips. He shouldn't have let his guard down, however, because the other man lunged forward, managing to tackle him to the floor.

"No John waIT! HAHAHA NOHOHO!" Laughter escaped his mouth as John dug his fingers into his sides. "Wait for what Alexander? You aren't finishing your sentences properly; how do you expect me to understand you?" Laurens' teasing made everything so much worse as he writhed beneath him, giggling like mad.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! STOHOHOP!" Laurens took pitty on him and slowed his wiggling fingers. He smiled down at him, rubbing soothing circles into the still tingling skin. "You still never finished your threat. Not that you'd follow through with it anyways." When Alex shot up, determined to prove him wrong, John quickly took back his statement.