Hamilton Oneshots/Random Hamilton FanArt

Dead Boy Walking (Lams) (Smut)

yeah, let's get this over with-

---
John's Pov
I made my way down the apartment's hallways, walking over to room 1776. Alexander and I had decided to share a room together and become dorm mates, since, well, we felt like it. Plus, I needed somebody to talk to, aside from Laf and Herc, but those two were constantly busy sucking their faces off whenever I tried to make small talk, so... Yeah...

As I took out my key, I had immediately stopped any further movement. I could hear music coming from inside of the room, and I could tell it was either Mean Girls or Heathers, because I could hear Barrett Wilbert Weed from inside the dorm room singing like the absolute queen she was.

I pressed my ear against the door, trying to make out what song Alex could be possibly listening to. My eyes widened as I heard Alex's voice sing along with the song.

"Tonight I'm yours, I'm a dead boy walking~! Get on all fours, kiss this dead boy walking~!"

My face flushed as I listened to Alex's beautiful singing, biting my lip to the sound of the bed creaking. I thought Alex hated Heathers, what was he doing? Gosh, he's been lying to me this whole time! That little- um, adorable dorky jelly bean!-

I braced myself as I unlocked the door, earning myself a little click. I swung the door wide open, being met with Alexander on my bed, his legs wrapped around on of my big pillows, practically grinding against it. Damn, Alexander~ was all I could think of before Alex started stuttering, frantically flying across the room to turn off the music.

"J-John! H-Hi! I-I um- what a-are you doing here? Don't y-you have classes..?"

I walked over to Alex, eyeing him with a hungry look. I licked my lips, feeling lustful.

"My my, Alexander~ Since when did you own Veronica Sawyer's outfit?"

Alexander's blush had only worsened, looking down at the ground embarrassed. I scanned him from head to toe. The blazer almost falling off of the bed, his skirt hanging onto his ankle, his white button up shirt undone, his panties almost pulled down fully. Hot damn~

An idea had came to my head, making me turn around to face my closet. I glanced over at Alex, who's face was red enough to make even the ripest strawberries jealous. I bit my lip walking to my closet, opening the door, and stepping inside.

Alex looked over at me, confused. "J-john..?" He squeaked. I turn my head to him, sticking my tongue out a little lustfully. "Give me a minute, Lexi~"

I took a hold of my trench coat, looking over to Alexander once more.

"Let's make this beautiful~" Alex looked over to me, his smirk returning to his face. "That works for me~"

---

   I pulled on my little Jason Dean outfit that I had ordered from last halloween. I stuck on my black stud earrings, putting on a black shirt, along with my trench coat. I looked over to Alex, walking over to him. I laid on my back, spreading my legs apart slightly.

   Alex stared at me, completely dumbfounded. He hesitated to get on top of me, shaking his skirt off of his ankles.

   "Start the music~" I said simply. Alex nodded, taking a hold of the remote, skipping one minute and nine seconds into the song. He un-paused it, looking over to me afterward.

    I smirked slyly. "Alexander~? What are you doin' in my room~?"

   Alex placed his finger against my lips softly, "Sshh~ Sorry, but I really had to "wake" you... See, I decided I must ride you 'till I break you. 'Cause Jefferson says I gotsta go, and you're my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth, and loose them tighty whiteys!~ Come on!~"