Rebels: A Hamilton AU (*DISCONTINUED*)

1. Mario Kart and Nachos

"HA, GOTCHA YOU BASTARD!"

Herc's victorious cry echoes throughout the apartment as he hits me with a blue shell and moves into first place. My eyes go wide and I start panicking as several players pass by me with ease. Even Alex? Are you kidding me?! After the longest five seconds of my life goes by I frantically work my way back up to second place, neck and neck with Herc once again. "Fuck off Laurens." I can hear the frustration in Herc's voice as we get closer to the finish line on the final lap. Little does he know, I picked up a red shell from an item box about half a lap ago. Smirking to myself, I throw the red shell at Herc and claim my win with loud whoops and cheers. He turns to me and shoots a look that I'm pretty sure would've killed me if he didn't turn back to slam his controller into the couch.

Laf reaches up from his spot on Herc's lap to pat his chest. "It's okay mon amor," he smiles. "You'll get him next time." Pouting, Herc looks down at him and begins to play with his curly ponytail, "A kiss would make me feel better." Laf props himself up on his elbow and reaches up to press his lips to Herc's lovingly. I wish that Alex would do that to me instead having to be so goddamn secretive and weird.

My slight jealousy is suddenly interrupted by my stomach growling, so I mechanically get up and go to the kitchen. I deserve a victory snack. Opening up the fridge, my eyes graze over the many cheeses that Laf has imported from France. I shake my head at the display; that's definitely not unhealthy enough. However, just as I am about to go over to the cabinets, I notice a container of leftover nachos that Alex had the other night. He won't notice if they're gone, right? Ever so quietly, I put them onto a plate and slide them into the microwave. The loud beep that comes with each button press is enough to make my anxiety rise. I am only quelled once I finally push 'start'. Watching the timer closely, I stop the microwave when there is one second remaining to avoid drawing any further attention. Home free at last. I let out a long held breath and open the microwave, only to be stopped by Alex clearing his throat from the other side of the room.

Gulping, I turn around and find him leaning against the closed door. How didn't I hear him come in? "John," Alex starts with an inquisitive tone. "Are those my nachos?

I let out a nervous laugh and begin rubbing the back of my neck, "Maybe..."

Staring at the floor, I hear the lock to the door click into place and look up to see Alex's face only mere inches from mine. He lets out four words, "You're gonna regret that."

Next thing I know, Alex crashes his lips into mine. I kiss him back passionately and feel my knees start to weaken as he lifts me up onto the counter. Our lips move in sync with each other like they have so many times before and the kiss starts to deepen quickly. I tangle my hands in Alex's hair and begin to lightly tug, elicitng a low moan from him. Oh, how I love hearing that sound. My emotions take over and I continue to pull his hair with one hand while the other starts to roam down his abdomen. Alex presses against me even harder than before, drawing a moan from me this time. I react to his sudden action by tugging at his belt, but that only causes him to pull away.

"Alex," I whine. "Why did you stop?"

His breathing is pretty heavy. "Not here, you know why."

Rolling my eyes, I come down from the counter and follow him out of the kitchen. He always does this. He'll just make out with me anywhere in the apartment but refuses to be seen by anyone, not even Herc and Laf. Alex continues walking until stopping at the door to our "bedroom" and reaching for the doorknob. "Wait," I grab his wrist. "Why do we always have to hide, Alex?" He lets out a sigh and turns around to face me with empathetic eyes. "John, it's for reasons that you'll never be able to understand." I go to say something, but I am interrupted by him quickly placing a kiss on my cheek. Whipping back around, he opens the door to reveal a half-naked Laf on top of Herc.

"OH NO," Alex asserts, storming in and crossing his arms. "Not on the couch, we have to sleep there."

"Yeah," I add, joining Alex's side. "And we don't want semen on our bed." Laf smiles and grabs Herc's hand, guiding him off of the couch. Oh my gosh, he thinks this is funny. "Mon ami," he leans in towards me and whispers in my ear. "I know what you're doing." I feel my face heat up as I blush and close the door.

Alex flops down on the couch and I lay next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder as he scrolls through his Instagram feed. It's mostly memes, but I can't say I'm too surprised. I lightly laugh at one and can feel Alex smile. "You have the most amazing laugh," he says, looking at me longingly. "Alex," I return the same look. "I really want to kiss you again."

He locks his phone and flips me so that he is on top of me on the couch. "Okay."

A/N: Alright, first chapter yay! I've included the art that this was based off of so y'all can go check her stuff out. She makes what is, in my opinion, some of the best art in the Hamilton fandom. Anyway I hope y'all liked this chapter, I'm going to try and update when I can!