umm, smut i guess

jamilton - modern au

Fuck.

That's the only thing that he could think of at the moment.

How had he gotten himself in this situation again?

Oh yeah.

~

"Okay I'm just saying-"

"I don't care what you're saying!"

"Hear me out!"

Alex was sitting at a table in the back of Lè Revoluciòn, one of his favorite bars in the whole city. Not only because of the fact that they served absolutely amazing drinks, but because it always seemed to be the place to go if you wanted to get laid without any strings attached.

Laf had been trying to convince him to seduce a particually handsome looking man that was on his phone, saying that he, 'Looked lonely' and 'Could use a bit of amòr if you know what I mean-', Alex's argument being that, 'He looked rich enough to be the owner of the fucking bar! And who dates the owner of the bar Laf? Not me, I know that'.

They were supposed to be celebrating the fact that Laf had been gone with his family back in France for two years, and is finally moving back to America after much convincing.

But it seems this whole time the closest they have gotten to celebrating was Laf's unwavering persistence to get him a boyfriend to 'Spend the rest of your days with and love till the end of time!'....

God was Laf a romantic.

"Come on" Laf said dramatically, visibly stretching out the vowels in the proclamation. "You can find love anywhere! Who says it can't be the 'maybe, maybe not bar owner, very hot and lonely, "I can chug five Fireballs"' type of guy?" He said, tilting his head while pouting his lips slightly.

Alex sighed, slamming down the Sam Adams he was drinking overdramatically onto the table, catching the attention of a few of the patrons around him.

"Fine!"

"Fine geez, I'll go, but I swear to fucking god Laf if this doesn't work out ya' owe me one of whiskey!" Alex said, throwing his hands in the air. He didn't give Laf a moment to respond, already walking towards the hunched over man at the island in the bar.

Alex causally slid his way into the seat next to the man, feeling slightly nervous now that he was up close to him, but desperately wanting Laf to get off his case, so he would have to do it. At least that's what he told himself.

"Umm.. Heeeey there"

He muttered weakly, really regretting his decisions at that moment. Why would it be a good idea to come over here? With a stranger of all people? Laf was way over drunk, and he doubts that he would be able to help if something happened. Oh god, would if this guy sells drugs, or actually does own the bar?! He has to get out of this situation now, his mind is too worried, too anxious, too ner-

"Dude. ... You there? I asked you a question"

Alex instantly jolts out of his mind.

Stupid Social Anxiety always ruining things.

"I- Can you repeat that again please?"

"I asked what you wanted to drink darlin'" Thomas said, his southern accent practically dripping with sweetness.

He had recently gotten divorced, and really needed some stress relief from all the court papers, and his depressed state.

Stress relief being convincing this petite man to let him pound him into his mattress-