When the bartender finished Apple Bottom Jeans Alexander and Alexander fell to the ground laughing in each other's arms. John took the liberty of drinking 3 pints of Samuel Adams and was trying to climb on Lafayette's shoulders. Hercules found the shit crazy choreography dance very moving, and was currently crying as Aaron was consoling him, still confused as to how there were two Hamiltons. Alexander stood up and reached his hand down for Alexander to grab it. "Hey beautiful, that was amazing. Wanna try that dance in my bed?" Alexander tried to say yes but the blood from his nose made his words come out as "pleshsd" Alexander didn't even care if Alexander said yes or no. He wanted to fuck his own ass. He wasn't throwing away his shot at that so he pick up Alexander bridal style and looked to his friends "Tell Eliza that I'm masterbating because technically.. that's not a lie. And Aaron, you should try it, ya look like you need it." Aaron considered killing himself at that moment. Alexander, who was in Alexanders arms, was enjoying Alexander's thin, but strong arms so much that he nutted a little as Alexander kicked down the bar doors. Alexander ran as fast as he could (almost dropping Alexander) to his house, which was empty because Eliza and their kids were staying the weekend at Angelica's place. He opened the door to his home, walked up the stairs and threw Alexander on the bed. "I'm going to fuck you like the bitch that you are."
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FanficAlexander Hamilton x Alexander Hamilton This is not my first fanfic, but definitely the best. Read at own risk, because it will get VERY intimate. Comment for requests for a fanfic for any more Hamilton ships. I'll update daily ;)
