je t'aime. // hamilton. {on hold}

Laurens's House, New York, USA

Alex's eyes shot open to a knocking sound on the door. F- He would have ended his statement if it weren't for seeing his boyfriend's eyes flicker open. "Is that your brother, 'lex?" John asked, his hair-tie around his wrist that was positioned in the centre of his chest.

"Guess so," Alex replied, sighing to try and hide the nervousness pulsating through his veins. "Want me to get it?"

"Please." With that, Alex pushed himself to sit up, his back against the armrest and John sat up too so that his boyfriend could just walk.

John yawned, his mouth stretching wide as he sat cross-legged, rubbing his eye with the same hand that the hair-tie was on the wrist of. Once John had closed his mouth, Alex gave him a quick kiss on the lips, mumbling a 'I'll be back in a minute, love' an inch away from John's lips, their foreheads pressed together. Alex then moved from the blushing John Laurens and walked over to the door. He did the fly of his own pants and then opened the door. He folded his arms across his bare chest and leant his right elbow against the door frame.

"Hey, kiddo," Alex said, attempting to remove attention from that fact he had no shirt on.

"Where're your clothes?" Philip asked.

But alas to no avail.

"It was cold...?" Alex said, raising an eyebrow at his own lie. "Yes, cold. Inside a house. The heater... wasn't working... Anyway, come in, Phil."

Philip rolled his eyes childishly at Alex's lie, knowing he was lying. When Alex whipped around and walked to the living room, Philip followed suit, closing the door with his foot behind him.

The two entered the living room to see John flipping through channels in the same position Alex had left him.

"'Lex-"

"Hold on! 'Lex?! Why can he call you 'Lex and I can't?! That's unfair, Alex!" Philip asked, angry and childish at the same time.

"It's because we aren't f-"

"Dating, Philip. He means dating," John butted in, preventing Philip from hearing Alex's colourful language.

"Sure," Philip said sarcastically.

"Anyway! 'Lex, can you get me a cup of coffee?" John asked.

"Sure," Alex said and kissed his boyfriend and then went to make both a cup of coffee.

"PDA," Philip mumbled, a joking tone somewhere in his voice.

"Oh, fluff off Philip," John said with a wide grin displayed on his face.

"Never!" Now usually this would lead to a pretend sword fight, but they weren't outside and there weren't any trees to snap branches off, so they didn't.

Philip couldn't help but grin back, "what d'ya wanna watch then, Phil?" John said, then flipping onto the channel Philip had suggested.

For about five minutes, the two sat laughing at the incredibly stupid jokes the actors were saying. Alex came back, two minutes afterward, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. He gave one to John, making Philip look back as Alex was now whispering something into John's ear. Whatever Alex had said, John blushed furiously at and Alex just moved away, sitting beside him, with a smirk plastered onto his face.

"What now?" Philip mumbled, inaudible to his brother and his brother's boyfriend.