Life,liberty,and the pursuit of happiness

The Party( part.2)

Jefferson's Pov----------------------------------
I didn't see why Peggy had to go and ruin all the fun by shutting down the dare. Singing the duet with Hammie was fun. I was so drunk "sensible" part of me had packed his bags and wad missing in action, leaving me at the mercy of the lovey dovey voice in my head.

Hamilton went to the bathroom.You should go, like, see him!

Okay!

I disconnected myself from Maddy with ease, he was busy listening to a story Eliza was telling everybody. I navigated through the crowd to the tiny bathroom, and without thinking, flung the door wide open.

Do something sexy.

Lol, ok! I shut the door closed behind me as Hamilton looked up. His hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and his green shirt brought out the color of his coffee brown eyes. He was hot.

I smile big and walk slowly over to him, my hips swaying back and forth, my large trench-tux fusion swaying.

And then I retched in the sink and promptly sank down to were Hamilton was sitting.

Why do all these things happen in a Bathroom?

Hamilton's Pov----------------------------------

Jefferson drunkenly smiled at me, and I just now noticed that when he was genuinely smiling ( and not just sneering) he had cute little dimples. His curly hair framed his face and his eyes were all lit up. I blushed and turned my head... He was so beautiful. The alcohol was doing a member on my brain and I found myself relaxing.

"What do you want, Thomas?" I ask him , still not quite making eye contact. I expect a snide remark.

Instead, Thomas lets out a low growl, making me blush and bite my lip to prevent a moan of satisfaction.

He leaned in close to my ear and whispers " I think you know full well what I want, darlin'..."He kisses my neck and I let out a soft mewl. Thomas laughs and moves closer to me, using his pointer finger to trace circles on my thighs.

There's no denying it. This man is hot. And I love him.

He looks into my eyes as he uses his pointer and middle finger to "walk" across my legs, each time inching closer and closer to my crotch area. I know he's teasing me, but I don't want him to stop. I can feel a hard on coming, and desperately try and cross my legs to hide it.

"Thomas, are you just gonna sit there toying with me, or will you be on your way know?"

Thomas laughs sharply then raises his eyebrows. His fingers graze the front of my pants, and I stop breathing.

"Judging by that tent in your pants, you want me to stay." My face turns a bright red and I silently nod.

Jefferson leans in and kisses me. His left hand finds its way up my shirt and the right hand clenches my butt.

I kiss back with all my might.

Peggy's Pov---------------------------------------
Truth or dare kinda came to an end after I had shut down the dare with Jefferson and Alexander. Eliza started telling people hilarious throwback to high school stories.

I just kinda wondered around the party, with no one to really hang out with. Laf and Hercules had disappeared ages ago and I was too shy to drum up conversation with Maria (even though I thought she looked really cool).

That's when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hey! You! Schuyler number three!" I whipped around and came face to face with "King" George, whose slate grey eyes were bearing into me. Behind him was his posse of Samuel Seaburry and Charles Lee. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. They were obviously here to pick a fight, as they led the biggest anti- LBGTQ+ regime in all of King's college.

"HE'S TALKING TO YOU, FAG!" Charles Lee says, jabbing a finger at me, his greasy black hair slicked back. I looked around to see Eliza with a crowd of people around her and Angelica slapping Aaron Burr (when did he get here?) with a book, screaming, " EDUCATE YOURSELF!!" Fuck.

I maintain eye contact with them as I move backwards, afraid to turn my back on them. Suddenly, I crash into a wall.

King shoots a knowing look at both Lee and Seaburry, and before I can protest, they have me pinned against a wall, each on holding down one of my arms.

"Know listen here, dyke! We can't have good Christians walking around and thinking your one of them." King pulled out a sharpie from his pocket," so we're gonna make sure the whole school knows about you."

I silently sobbed as King wrote in big block letters across my forehead. I had came out as pansexual just four months ago, and it had me the target of many cruel pranks and nasty remarks, but none going quite this far. I struggled against their grip, but they were far too strong.

And just like that they were gone. As far as I know, nobody else witnessed what had just happened.

I ran into the bathroom to wipe my tears away, and go back to pretending like I'm fine and that nothing is wrong.

Instead, I find Jefferson and Alexander huddled together in the bathtub, Jefferson in top of Alex, marking a trail of kisses down Alex's neck. I gasped and covered my eyes, stumbling out of the room quickly, knowing that I was not supposed to witness this.

I don't even wait for my sisters. I run all the way to our dorm, which we shared with Theodosia.

I didn't make eye contact with Theo as I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. In the mirror I could see that they had written in all caps FAG across my forehead.

I sank to my knees and cried.

Jefferson's Pov----------------------------------

The night was wonderful. I loved the warm feel of Hamilton's body pressed up against mine. I loved the taste of his lips and how he would occasionally give my hair a yank, triggering a moan.

Soon, too soon, Hamilton yawned and cuddled into my chest. He closed his eyes and quickly dosed off. I look down at him and smile.

This boy is mine.

I love him.

I bury my face into Alexander's hair, and drift of into a peaceful sleep.

Laurens Pov--------------------------------------

The party wrapped up at about 3am in the morning. We did have classes that same day, so everybody just started leaving.

The party was a fucking success. I had lost count as to how many shots I had drank. That wasn't the only thing I had lost track of.

I have no idea where Peggy, Alexander, or Jefferson is.

But with all the alcohol in my system, and the tiredness from the party told me to let it go. I flopped down on my bed and immediately fell asleep, oblivious to the sounds of heavy snores coming from the bathroom.

Hercules is the only one who snores. And I know for a fact that he is safely tucked into bed, snuggled up with Laf.

(A/n: I hope y'all are satisfied. I'll try and post more often. Suggestions are welcome. Btw a lil self promotion: I have a tumblr:and-fucking-Peggy! Check it out! I mean u totally don't have to but I think y'all will like it.)