Hamilton OneShots

"Oh My God, You're In Love!" ~ Lams

John Laurens was a 27 year-old man who worked a dead-end job at Starbucks in the Midtown area of Manhattan. Ever since he came here from Charleston, South Carolina to escape his homophobic, alcoholic father Henry Laurens, he's been doing a bit better. He had managed to make a few friends, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, who he referred to simply as Lafayette; and Hercules Mulligan. They were very accepting of him, as they too, were gay (with each-other).

John always commented on how 'cute' they were with each-other, but deep down, John yearned for someone who he could love, and who could love him back the same way.

One day, his prayers were answered...

"I don't get it Laf! How do you keep your hair so fluffy?!?" John shouted in the empty coffee shop to his co-worker.

"I told you John, I use hairspray! And, I would like to point out that I was born with this fluffy hair!" Lafayette retorted. Suddenly, the two men heard the door open, and a rather short man walked up to the counter.

"Hi, umm, what would you recommend?" The man said. John couldn't help but notice his fiery orange hair that was messily pulled back, and the violet-blue eyes that stared at him questioningly. He was so lost in thought, he didn't hear the man's question.

"Sir?" The man asked.

"Oh, right, sorry... What would you like?" John stuttered.

"Well, this is my first time here, so what would you recommend?" He asked.

"I mean, there's so many things here... What kind of coffee do you normally drink?"

"Black," the man admitted. 

Lafayette slowly turned to look at the man and his jaw hung open in shock.

"I'm sorry, what? Merde (fuck), I've never heard anyone ask for black coffee in this establishment!" Lafayette screamed as he continued to curse in French. John merely turned on his heel and quickly got the man's cup.

"Pardon me sir, but what might your name be?" John questioned.

"Alexander." The man answered.

"Alexander?" John confirmed. Alexander simply nodded and John continued to pour the coffee. He placed it in front of the man who paid quietly then proceeded to walk over to a seat next to the window. John leaned on the counter and admired Alexander who was typing on a laptop, he was so lost in Alexander's eyes that he jumped when Hercules Mulligan pounded his fist on the counter.

"Laf! C'mon, your shift is over!" He shouted, causing Alexander to jump a bit as well.

"Herc, I still have five minutes." Lafayette stated.

"Besides, our little friend here is in love." Lafayette teased, looking over at John who now had a blush forming on his cheeks.

"Ooh, Jonny boy has a little crush." Hercules commented.

"What are you, five?" John stammered.

"Maybe." Hercules snickered.

"We should go, but you should get his number John!" Lafayette smirked. John shook his head and walked off to get his stuff. When he came back, Lafayette and Hercules had already left to go home, but Alexander was still typing away. John walked over to him, and gently tapped his shoulder as to not frighten him.

"Alexander, right?" He asked nervously. The man simply nodded.

"I hate to bother you Alexander, but It's time for me to close the shop now." 

Alexander stood up and collected his things, only to turn around and look at John.

"Thanks for the coffee," Alexander squeaked. He was about to leave when John grabbed his arm and turned him around once more.

"Hey, Alexander, can I get your number?" John mumbled.

"What? Sorry, I didn't hear what you said."

John took a deep breath and repeated his statement, kinda.

"Look, I really like you Alexander, and I know that's weird because we just met, and you probably have a girlfriend, but I was wondering if I could get your number?" John stammered.

"First off, call me Alex, Alexander is to formal for me. Second, I don't have a girlfriend, I just got here from the Caribbean, and third, why don't you just come over to my place?"

John stared for a moment, he hadn't planned this far. All he could do was choke out a 'sure'.

They walked for about ten minutes until they arrived at the apartment building where Alexander lived. Swiftly, Alexander got out his keys and opened the door for John who walked in and stood in the room awkwardly. 

"John please, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Put your jacket down, make yourself at home!" Alexander chirped. John nodded and took his coat off, then left it on the back of Alexander's couch. When he turned around, Alexander was standing right behind him with two glasses of whiskey in his hands. He held one out for John who politely took it and drank a bit of the substance. After the two men finished, Alexander, who was already a bit tipsy, took their glasses to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. John followed him and leaned on the wall until Alexander turned around.

"So John, tell me, do you have a girlfriend?" Alexander questioned.

"No, as a matter of fact, I'm gay." John answered. Alexander stepped closer and muttered a 'good' under his breath. John also leaned closer until their lips brushed against each other. Alexander pushed John against the wall and pressed his lips firmly on John's.

AND NOTHING ELSE SUGGESTIVE HAPPENED THAT NIGHT!

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