Being Loyal To Evil Is Easy, Young Man; Revolting Against It Is Harder.

Chapter 7

"Raise a glass," Alexander and John chorused loudly. Burr was getting increasingly more aggravated as two of his friends got rode down from their high next to him.

"FUCK IT," he yelled at one point. He motioned to the waiter and yelled, "Get me a round!

"Let's have another round tonight," Alexander said with a hiccup. Aaron then noticed that there were tear stains on the boy's face.

"Oh hell no, no more alcohol." Alexander and Laurens groaned. "Alex, what's wrong?" John was luckily facing towards the music, and the volume of it made it so he couldn't understand what Burr had said in addition to his first declaration.

Alexander hiccuped again.

"I-I just. Don't," another hiccup," think that I," anOTHER hiccup," t-that I love E-Eliza any more." This took Aaron a moment to process.

"I- I'm sorry..?" He had no idea what to say. Fortunately, Alexander already had more words pouring out of his always rapidly moving mouth.

"I think I like this guy and I think he likes me back, but we're both dating someone."

"Laurens is single though," Burr mused. He couldn't see Alexander liking any guy but John Henry Laurens. The two were pretty much a match made in Heaven. Even some teachers remarked that they were made for each other, or that they wish they had a relationship like theirs.

Something flickered behind Alexander's eyes for a moment, but Burr didn't mention it, as when he was about to, Alexander started yapping again.

"And I'm afraid that he won't like me since I'm bi and he's gay, or because I'm an asshole." Alexander paused for a moment. "Wait! Does everyone think I'm an asshole!?!" The boy sounded frightened. Burr leaned over towards Alexander, slowly but surely wrapping his arms around the Caribbean boy that "didn't need protecting." Sure. Tell that to the teen that was holding another sobbing in his arms.

"Sshh, sshh- It's gonna be okay, alright baby? Wanna talk to Johnny, sweetie? It's okay... Five things you can see..?"

Alexander opened his eyes for a fraction of a second before shutting them again.

"Your eyes, the sky, some stars, your shirt, my hair in my face."

Aaron slowly and quietly exhaled.

"Four things you can touch or feel?"

Alexander responded much quicker the second time.

"My heart beating very fast. The air entering and exiting my mouth when I breathe. Your arms. My shirt."

"Three things you can hear?"

"Your voice. The music. Bottles breaking."

"Two things you can smell?"

This one was easy.

"Alcohol. Your breath."

Aaron and Alexander shared a quick laugh at that.

"One thing you an taste?"

"My final martini." Aaron was more than thankful for his friend's reply.

"You feeling better?"

Alexander shrugged.

"At least I can control it now. Sort of," he mumbled as more tears cascaded down his cheeks.

"Should I drive you home," Burr asked. He had decided the second Alexander's panic attack started that he was going to ignore the drinks and stay the designated driver. Lord knows they need more of them anyways.

"N-no. I told Washingdad that I was going to John's." Aaron nodded.

"Be safe. You seem sober enough to walk and make good decisions, but driving would not be one of those right now. Lucky for you two, I drove Laurens here." Alexander hugged Burr as tightly as possible before picking up the sobering up Laurens. Aaron already knew the way to Laurens's apartment, and they arrived in a matter of minutes.

"Bye Aaron~" John called back to the man in the car. He also blew a kiss at Burr, who blushed a very dark scarlet.

"B-bye John," Aaron stuttered.

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"Okay, John: where're your keys sweetheart?" The only response Alexander got was a grunt and a point towards one of the teen's pockets. "Thanks, Johnny." Alexander took the keys out of Laurens's pocket and stuck the key labeled 'H' into the keyhole. After jiggling it for a moment, there was an audible click and Alexander opened the door. Beer bottles littered the floor, as did a few articles of men's and many pieces of women's clothing.

"My dad's been getting it on with a lot of women lately," Laurens said sniffling. The teen carrying him replied only with a small kiss on the top of John's head.

Alexander walked a short distance and found John's very messy room. Laurens normally kept his room very neat, but his father had taken to undoing all of John's good work, so he stopped cleaning it at all. The bed that Alexander placed his best friend on was just as messy as the rest of his room.

"I'll just, uh, go sleep on the couch then, as I told Washington I would be coming over here when you asked me over to the bar. Have a good night's sleep." Alexander moved to walk away but was held back by John's hand firmly grasping his arm.

"Stay," Laurens pleaded, his eyes showing a feeling of utmost heartbreak. And for once, Alexander succumbed to the fact that he didn't want to date Eliza anymore. He stood his ground, and gripped John's arm back. Moments later, Laurens had stood up and smashed his lips onto Alexander's.

"Oh," Alexander whispered into John's mouth.

The kiss was long, sweet, and very passionate, though most of the passion came from the latter. Alexander found himself grabbing John's shirt in his hands and tugging, asking if he could remove it. Laurens flicked his tongue into Alexander's mouth as an answer, and the two broke apart for a moment in order to remove the shirt. They kissed for what felt like another year before Alexander pulled off his own shirt and began making trails of lovebites down the other's jawline.

"Ooohh~" John moaned. He rolled his hips onto Alexander's and the other began to undo his belt. Pants were discarded, shoes were unlaced, and condoms were rolled.

The two laid back down after they'd finished, Laurens already in a very deep slumber.

"Fuck," Alexander whispered into the darkness. "I've screwed everything up."

AN: i only ship platonic lams, and i ship jamilton ×99999999999999999999999999999999