Hamilton one shots

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Alexander Hamilton was a simple man, although many didn't care enough to notice.

He could have almost any woman in the world, begging at his feet to be his wife, promising to do anything for his love.

Those who had met him, had said they'd do anything for a night with him alone.

But, as humans have a tendency to do, when giving a choice between what they can't and can have, most would want the option forbidden to them.

And so, Alexander Hamilton didn't sleep with any women.

Because he wanted men.

But not all men. Not even a few men. Just one man, the one that had managed to swoop him off his feet.

And there he was, that one man, sitting in front of him with a drink in hand and a bored look on his face.

Their friends had left them to get more drinks - Alexander hadn't seen Hercules, Lafayette or Burr in quite a while. He supposed they got drunk elsewhere. Not that he'd minded, because all he could've wished for was right in front of him.

John Laurens' gaze was focused on somewhere else, which gave Alex the perfect opportunity to stare. He looked at John's eyes and felt as the sky was the limit. He looked at John's nose and cheeks, counting the freckles dancing across them.

He looked at John's lips and wondered how they'd feel pressed against his.

Needless to say Alexander was quite in love with this man.

If he wasn't so tuned out staring at Laurens, perhaps he'd think about how weird it was John didn't seem to notice it. Or maybe he did, but wanted to keep Alex's stare focused on him.

Either way, after a silence lasting way too long, John turned back to his friend, just as Alex averted his gaze. He quickly took a shot before asking quietly, a part of him wishing Alexander wouldn't even hear him. Laurens wondered why he felt that way. "So, a lot of change around here, huh?"

"Hmm?" the man across him snapped out of his thoughts, surprised by John's question. "Oh, yeah. But it's good, isn't it?"

"I suppose so." John shrugged, before taking a shot, seemingly unaffected by the alcahol burning in his mouth.

Alexander couldn't help but stare a bit more, confused and a bit surprised at John's answer. "What, are you disagreeing?" he asked bluntly. "About the Revolution and whatnot?"

The older man chuckled. "Of course not, we're earning our freedom." he raised another shot glass and soluted to Alex before chugging the shot into his mouth. "To the revolution!"

Alexander just nodded, laughing loudly, as John's shout had caused some people to stare at them.

"But still" John started sadly, whispering to himself. "It'd be nice to be in a real, stable relationship with someone. It's not possible with the Revolution going on." he stared at Alex, seeming to have blanked out for a bit. "But I know that won't happen, even if we win our freedom because-"

The young Alexander awaited the rest of the sentence, but it never came. "Because?"

"Ah, sorry, man." John scratched his head comedically, but Alexander could still see his friend's eyes darkening. "I'm not sure I can tell you."

"Please do!" Alexander begged, curiosity getting the best of him. "I promise I won't tell anyone!"

John looked at him, smiling sadly. "I s'pose we'll all die anyways." he said taking another shotglass in his hand and chugging it before continuing. Alex began to wonder how many more he could take before getting tipsy. "...sooner or later. Take a shot, my friend."

Alexander took the glass from his hand, and chugged it, trying to ignore the burning pain in his throat. "So you'll tell me?"

"Sure." he chuckled. "I've been in a bad place lately anyways, so where's the harm in screwing my life up a bit more?"

"Don't be like that-" The younger man began, before being cut off by his friend.

"I'm gay." John said, chugging another shot, somehow managing to look chill after revealing something so major. Alexander supposed it was the alcahol. "You can call the police now."

Alexander just kept staring at his friend, unable to speak, starstruck. They didn't notice when, but at one point they seemed to have come closer. He could count every freckle on Laurens' face, if he wanted to. "You know I wouldn't do that, John." he expressed quietly. Laurens' stomach turned, hearing the hesitation and uncertainty in Alex's voice.

"I don't think I believe you." he blurted out, not thinking about what he was saying. It was the truth, really. He didn't. But he never expected him to.

Alexander's eyes shifted around the bar, no one seemed to be looking at them, everyone so obsessed with their drunken determination. Usually he'd be up there with them. But here he was. Just about to do the craziest thing he could think of.

"Then let me show you." he whispered, only so John could hear. And just a fraction of a second later, there he was. Kissing his best friend with a burning passion, in a public bar filled with homophobic people.

But somehow that didn't matter. None of it did. Except the fact that he was full on making out with John Laurens.

And it felt good.

They pulled away a few seconds later, still confused to what just happened. Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed. A surprise, really. John smiled and spoke first. "We should probably find our friends."

It was a simple world and Alexander Hamilton was a simple man. When he fell in love he couldn't let it go.