Hamilton OneShots

Wrong Is Right ~ Lams (Historical)

Requested by Icefire2442

John Laurens' POV

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep... Dreaming about the things that we could be. But baby I've been I've been praying hard... Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars... Yeah, we'll be counting stars.

Gay is wrong, isn't it? Two guys shouldn't kiss or even love each other... So why do I feel that way? What has Hamilton done to me? I can't go a damn day without thinking sinful thoughts involving that small redhead... But my dad told me I had to like women... So why do I find it hard to do that?

I see this life like a swinging vine, swing my heart across the line. In my face is flashing signs, seek it out and ye shall find...

This is so stupid... Why can't I get over my feelings?!?

We're at some get-together or something, I don't really know... All I know is Alexander is here, the one I really want. God, what I would give to be in his pants-

NO! Stop it John! Bad! The Schuylers are here, that's your target. Not the skinny, cute, adorable, redheaded Caribbean boy with gorgeous blue eyes. I can just imagine him pinned beneath me as I thrust into him, his cheeks flushed a brilliant red, making his cute freckles shine like stars. His thick Caribbean accent begging me to go harder. And I'll oblige and purr happily at his moans and-

Jesus Christ, I think too much about him...

But I can't help it. It feels so good to think of him that way.

Oh but I'm not that old. Young, but I'm not that bold. And I don't think the world is sold... I'm just doing what we're told...

I walk over to Alexander.

"Hello, my dear Hamilton." I purr.

He looks at me and smiles.

"Oh Laurens, how are you?" He questions happily.

"I'm quite well Hamilton, and yourself?"

"Oh, I'm doing exquisitely well my dear friend."

I smile at his remark. He doesn't even look at me weird when I put an arm around his shoulder, we begin to walk around and talk as we normally do. And being this close to him feels so right.

I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing...

After I finish my lengthy discussion with Hamilton, I decide to chat with one of the Schuylers. I walk around a bit and find the youngest one, clothed in a yellow floor-length dress and wearing a bright and cheerful expression on her face. I walk up to her.

"Pardon me miss, you're one of General Philip Schuyler's daughters correct?"

"Yes sir, Margarita Schuyler, but everyone calls me Peggy."

"Well Peggy, it's a pleasure to meet you." I kiss her hand and feel all kinds of weird, wrong feelings deep inside.

"Colonel John Laurens," I say introducing myself.

"Well, that is a wonderful name and position to hold. And where might you be from Colonel Laurens?" She questions.

"South Carolina. Quite the wonderful colony if you ask me-"

"IT'S A STATE MR. LAURENS! NOT A COLONY!" John Adams yells. Crazy old man...

I chuckle and kiss her hand again.

"I'll see you around miss Schuyler."

I feel something so wrong doing the right thing... I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie... Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.