We'll Be Stars (Hamilton AU) DISCONTINUED/UNFINISHED

Chapter 4: Not Pizza

Charles Lee and Sam Adams were awkwardly sitting in Lee's room, trying to ignore all of the noise coming from the living room of their shared apartment. The noise had started about ten minutes ago, only getting louder as the two in the living room went on. The two were almost trying to have get to know each other conversation while fucking relentlessly on the couch and table. Sam found it a little odd, and Lee just didn't want to think about it.

About twenty minutes ago, the house phone had gotten a call from Jefferson's number and reluctantly answered. He didn't actually give Thomas his real number, because he barely knew the guy. Well, he knew his name and that he was amazing at sex, but that's about it. Thomas immediately asked, "Do you wanna hang if you're not busy?" John sighed and looked at the clock with a shrug.

"I was about to make some homemade not pizza if you wanna join."

"What's not pizza?"

"Pizza but it's not pizza."

"Yeah that didn't answer my question much. What's your address?"

"Miranda Avenue. It's the apartment building that's painted black and I'm on the fourth floor. You'll find it."

So they said their muttered goodbyes and John got some presentable clothes on. Presentable clothes actually meant a loose t-shirt with the collar cut off and some sleep shorts. He shuffled to the bathroom and shaved his face, legs, and armpits. Then he went to the kitchen to make sure he had ingredients for not pizza.

Not pizza was anything that was considered pizza but not really considered the usual pizza entity. Pizza burgers, pizza salad, pizza flavored cake, cake flavored pizza, etc. Lee was lying on the floor in the kitchen and mumbled, "Who was on the phone?"

"Thomas Jefferson, that guy I was telling you about. He's coming over." John explained in a bit of a rush, checking for pasta sauce in the cabinets. "No fucking organization in our kitchen ever since Sam moved in."

Lee teased, "Is he your boyfriend?"

John snapped, "No. He's just a co-worker and/or friend. That's all. He's coming over to make not pizza and you're going to keep your mouth shut while he's here alright?"

"I watched the video," Charles giggled, "You loooooooooOOOOOOOVE HIM!" John picked Lee's feet up and dragged him into the living room before leaving him there and marching back to the kitchen. About ten minutes or so later Thomas knocked on the door. He was in a button up white shirt and some random magenta jeans. His hair wasn't brushed, but he didn't really care. Thomas planned on having his hair messed up at John's place anyway. Adams answered the door and mumbled a small hello, looking up at Thomas. He could hear Lee gasp and whisper a hot damn under his breath before leaving the room so they could be alone.

John stepped aside and let Thomas inside. "So, um... this is my apartment. I-I live with two other people by the way, just ignore them please."

"Was that Lee? Your website partner?" Thomas asked, gesturing to the guy that just scrambled out of the room with a giggle. John nodded and silence settled between them. Adams couldn't help but gaze at Thomas and his body. You could see his well defined muscles through his shirt. He hadn't seen his full naked body before, and now he was dying too.

Jefferson was gazing right back at John, licking his lips a little. John's shirt revealed a bit of his upper chest and his shoulder. Thomas loved his cheeks, all rosy and pink and flustered at him being here. John's hair was pulled up into a curly bun, messy but adorable all the same.

John mumbled quietly, "So um... You're a good actor..."

Thomas smirked and stepped closer. "I wasn't acting very much."