Lams One Shots (Hamilton+Laurens)

Poor Yoshi

A/N: Not actually storm chapter (contrary to your current belief)

Alexander Hamilton stormed into his apartment. He was sick of being tormented by southerners at work. Fucking sick of it.

John Laurens lay sprawled on the couch in from of the tv, ferociously playing Mario-Kart. Rain spat at the windows, making Alexander shiver subconsciously.

"Hey baby, what's up?" John slurred.

"Ugh. You know what it's like at work." Alex grunted.

"Mm-hmm," John had his tongue stuck out, and was leaning with the controller wheel.

Shaking his head, Alex dumped his stuff and threw his coat at a chair. He strode over to the couch and dropped down next to John.

"Why are you always Yoshi?" He asked.

"Because he's a turtle," John replied as if it was blatantly obvious.

"No he's not."

John seemed irritated, "What is he then?"

"A dinosaur, duh," Alex laughed; it was so easy to ruffle his boyfriend's feathers.

The race was nearly over, and Alex waited patiently for his boyfriends undivided attention.

John, who was playing as Yoshi, was trying desperately not to fall down into the black abyss by the track. Alex traced his fingers along the other man's hip and down his thigh, making him flinch and almost drop the wheel.

"Fuck off-" he muttered as Yoshi fell screaming into the abyss, but Alex just withdrew his hand and put it around John's waist instead.

Finally, Yoshi made it to the finish. He came 6th after Alex interfered, but neither boys cared. As soon as the word "FINISHED" flashed up on screen, the two locked mouths and didn't let go.

John's hands moved to cup Alex's face and slide his fingers through his silky hair. The sound of the rain pattering on the windows was strangely therapeutic for John, as he straddled Alex and deepened the kiss. Alex made a half-groaning sound as John shifted his weight, which was actually very hot.

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By the time Alex was finally ready to go to bed, the rain had worsened. It made his heart beat loudly in his ears as he crawled under the sheets, his feet unsettlingly cold.

Johns face appeared at the door. "You okay?" He asked gently.

"I will be if you stay," Alex smirked. He was taking advantage of the situation and they both knew it, but he did need the comfort of the taller boy's strong frame.

Smiling, John strode across the room and clambered in with his boyfriend, the Puerto-Rican considerably shorter.

They were a tangled mess of limbs, but neither wanted to move. Both felt safe and comfortable in each other's arms, as it should be.

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Sorry it was so short! I promise I'll make the next one better.

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~ Ruth