Hamilton One-Shots For Your Soul

Coming Home (Leerens)(Smut)

John stepped into the house quietly, his army uniform covering his figure as he stood in the darkened house. He shut the door and dropped his bag on the floor, looking around slightly and sighing.

"Charlie?" He asked aloud, finding the darker haired man's sweatshirt on the floor. He stepped into the middle of the living room, only to find Charles passed out on the couch with a letter in his hand. John frowned, taking the letter from his hands and reading over it.

Mr. Lee,
We regret to inform you that John Laurens will not return home, as he has passed away. We will send a small...

The letter went on to talk about what the military was going to send. John had technically gone missing and someone found a mangled body in a nearby location, but they had found John in almost perfect condition at a hijacked base camp three days after he'd gone missing. John shook his head, thinking that the letter must have just reached Lee if he was passed out on the couch with it in his hand.

Laurens sighed, kissed Charles's temple and rolled the other man onto his back, taking off his own jacket and tossing it on the floor before pressing a soft kiss to Charles's lips.

The older (I'm assuming) man squirmed, letting out a quiet whimper and attempting poorly to roll back over.

"Charlie, shhh, it's just me, baby. It's just John." The curly haired took Lee's arms and draped them around his own back, slipping his cold hands up Lee's shirt. This was something Laurens always did when the pair cuddled — shove his freezing hands up Lee's shirt and draw shapes on his chest.

Charles was apparently not ready for the cold, because he got freaked the fuck out and sat up quickly. He frantically looked around, not even noticing John as he found the letter on the floor and started crying all over again.

John sat up on his lap, wrapping his arms around Charles's neck instead and pressing a sweet and long kiss to his lips before pulling back.

"Charlie, you're so worked up over nothing..." He spoke quietly.

Lee shook his head, taking John's face in his hands. "John, oh my god, you're alive! Oh my god!" He tears quickly stopped flowing as he hugged John tightly, burying his face in the freckled neck.

John smiled, pulling Charles out of his neck and kissing him long and soft, their lips moving together for some time until they ran out of air and pulled back.

"Sex?" John whispered.

"Sex." Charles mumbled back, not hesitating to pull off John's shirt and push him on his back. The smaller squeaked, wiggling slightly when he felt his boots, pants, and boxers get pulled off.

"John, come here." John sat up, blushing harshly when he noticed his lover was also undressed. "On your knees."

John quickly got onto the ground in front of the couch, sucking in a breath when he realized exactly what was about to happen.

"Mouth open, tongue out." John did as told and closed his eyes in the process, feeling Charles's dick slide into his mouth. He didn't gag, as he was hella gay and literally any gag reflex he had before Charles had disappeared. He'd gotten used to larger dicks.

Charles bucked his hips, causing John to moan out and bob his head. The darker haired let out soft moans and groans, raking his hands through John's curls and bucking his hips again. As soon as he was close, he pulled John off his dick and laid him on the couch on his back, hovering over his face and kissing his lips sweetly.

John moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Lee's neck and gliding one hand down to the edge of his shirt and pulling it off and throwing it to the side. Their kiss only broke for a moment when John struggled to get Lee's pants off completely, and finally getting both his sweats and boxers off.

Charles left love bites and hickies along John's skin, places where it would be horribly noticeable. John let out soft whines, bucking his hips up to meet the dominating male. Lee groaned, sitting up and rubbing John's thighs before looking up at his face.

John nodded before Lee slowly began pushing in, the only lube being used was from the short blowjob John had given him only a minute before. John cried out, his hips jerking up wildly in pain. He gave off painful moans, only to have them kissed away.

"Just let me know when you're ready," Charles told the curly haired man. It was incredibly rare for Charles to care so much, but John adored that side of him. After a minute, John nodded, wrapping his arms around Charles's neck and huffing. "Move."

This automatically made the darker haired man start at a slow pace, merely rocking his hips back and forth until John began crying out his name and several other things.

Lee's thrusts were fast and rough, and John was enjoying it severely. "F-fuck, Charlie, I'm so close~!"

Charles didn't say anything, but he did connect their lips sweetly, letting out a groan when he felt John cum on his bare chest and stomach. He finished himself in John, pulling out and kissing John's chest before laying down next to him. Charles buried his face in Laurens's neck, smiling. "I can't believe you're actually alive."