Hamilton One-Shots For Your Soul

Locker Room. (Kingbury) (Fluff)

Samuel sighed and got the last of his stuff from his gym locker, getting his jeans zipped up and moving to get his sweater from the open door. He huffed to himself when a part of it caught onto the little hook, but he untangled it calmly.

The room was quiet, as he was the last one and it was the end of the day. Football players didn't have practice and of course, Samuel was in the men's locker room, so cheerleaders were nonexistent.

As he was about to pull on his sweater, Samuel heard a slam and he nearly jumped out of his skin, turning around and being face to face with one of the school's hottest guys... George Frederick.

George wasn't only hot, but he had this British accent that made every girl go wild. On top of that, he was incredibly rich, even richer than George Washington, an upperclassman.

The redhead squeaked, blushing and looking at the older boy. "G-George, what are y-you d-doing?"

"Something I really should have done a long time ago." And just like that, his lips were on Samuel's.

Samuel had never been kissed before, and he definitely hadn't pictured his first kiss going this way. On top of that, he was a virgin! He was probably one of the last juniors who even was.

The shorter boy's hands got cold and shaky, and his breathing went a little funny, but other than that, what else happens when your crush kisses you??

Samuel weakly kissed back, not sure if he was doing anything correctly at all. He blushed wildly and his eyes fluttered closed, but it was all over too soon when he pushed George away himself.

"I'm not some girl you can hook up with and then never talk again. Why are you doing this? To lead me on? So you can convince me to do your homework?" He crossed his arms over his bare chest, ignoring the fact that George was also topless and breathing heavily.

"No, Seabury -- er, Samuel. I genuinely enjoy your company."

The taller huffed, pushing back his curly blonde hair and looking Samuel dead in the eyes, making his face go redder. Before Sam could say anything more, George was up against him again and they were lip locked.

George, being the older and more dominant type of person, moved one of Samuel's hands onto his shoulder and the other onto his chest, rubbing his own fingers on his neck lovingly.

Samuel moaned softly, pushing George away and covering his mouth. "I'm so sorry!"

"Do that again."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Make that noise again."

Samuel was shocked to say the least, he didn't even know he could make that sound! He felt so dirty. George began kissing down his jaw and neck, settling on a certain spot before sucking on his skin to leave a hickey. George must've been a genius because as soon as his lips hit Sam's neck, he moaned again, arching his back. After about three hickies in very noticeable places, George stepped back to admire his work.

Samuel blushed, hiding his face slightly before George moved his hands out of his face and kissed his lips softly. "Maybe sometime we'll have to do something a little different."

The shorter boy smiled, but then felt at the marks on his neck and jaw and frowned. "How am I supposed to cover these??"

"You don't. You're mine now."

"Yours?!?"

He nodded, booping his nose softly and humming. "I'd invite you over, but I think my sister might be home. Unless she has practice, then we could be alone. How does that sound?"

Samuel bit his lip and nodded, pulling on his blue sweater and grabbing his bag before being dragged out of the locker room.

And off the two went to George's house.

A/N: Wow! An update! I got this idea in class yesterday!