Requested by @hamilfan_
Alex smiled at John as the two friends walked into the theater.
John had asked him to accompany him to a show the previous week over dinner. Alex had been hesitant to accept at first, worried that he would be too busy to attend, but his schedule had aligned in a way that gave him enough time to attend the show and not be too behind on work afterwards.
They slipped into the box, delighted to see it empty except for them.
John had been the one who picked the seats. He'd always had an incredible talent for picking the best seats.
Alex looked over at John as he sat down. He couldn't help but notice how wonderful John looked that night. He was wearing his own hair, thickly powdered and styled in a way that perfectly complimented his facial features. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the theater, sparkling in time with the candelabras.
"What are you staring at?" John asked, a mischevious sparkle in his eye.
"Nothing." Alex said, feeling his cheeks grow warm with embarassment.
This was a sitution Alex had found himself in quite a bit as of late. Found himself staring at John for no logical reason, lost in the curvature of his nose or the curl of a loose strand of hair against his temple.
Perhaps this was normal. Perhaps everybody found themselves entranced by their friends' appearances from time to time. Perhaps everybody found it nearly impossible to tear their eyes away from their friend's bare back as they undressed to go to sleep. Perhaps everyone else stared at their friend's lips wondering what it would feel like to kiss them.
"You've been acting a little strange as of late. Are you feeling alright?" John asked, putting his hand on Alex's shoulder.
Alex could feel the warmth of John's hand through the sleeve of his shirt. "Of course I am acting strange. I am a strange person. If I were to act like a normal person, that would be strange, because I am not normal. For me strange is normal and normal is strange."
John laughed, a sound as cool and clear as a mountain stream. "You've been staring into space a lot lately, but when I ask you what you're staring at you always say 'nothing.' Is something on your mind?"
Alex shook his head. "I'm quite alright."
"You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you, Alexander."
John rested his hand on top of Alex's. It lingered there for barely a milisecond, then was gone, vanished as quickly as it had appeared. It had happened so quickly that Alex almost thought he'd imagined it.
Almost. If it weren't for the smirk on John's face.
Alex was about to say something, but was cut off by the sound of music.
"Shhhh, Alexander. The show is starting."
Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
He carefully stood up, taking great pains not to make noise and distract anyone from the show.
John looked over at him.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to relieve myself."
"I'll come with you."
The two men walked out of the box and down to the bathroom. It was empty, as was expected during the middle of the show. Alex suspected that it would be quite crowded a few minutes after the show ended.
As Alex cleaned his hands, he noticed that John was staring at him.
"What?"
John smiled. "You look nice tonight, Alex."
"Thank you. So do you."
All of a sudden, John grabbed Alex by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.
Before Alex could react, John pressed his lips against Alex's, kissing him so roughtly Alex knew that his lips would be red and swollen afterwards.
John wrapped his free arm around Alex's waist, pulling him so close that their noses touched. He slid his tongue into the smaller man's mouth, devouring him like a half-starved predator devouring its prey.
And then it was over.
As quickly as it had begun, it had ended.
John was standing a few feet away from Alex, casually washing his hands and humming a tune to himself.
"Come on, Alex. Let's go. We don't want to miss the show." He said, a sly smile on his face.
For a moment, Alex stood there stunned.
It had all happened so fast.
Had he imagined it? Had it all been some kind of elaborate daydream?
John was acting like nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had happened.
Maybe he'd imagined the whole thing.
John and Alex returned to their box.
They were watching the show in silence, when Alex felt John's hand close around his.
Alex gasped and looked over at John, but the blond was thoroughly entrenched in the show, his eyes fixed on the stage.
He looked down at their hands. His hand was resting in his lap, and John's was on top of it.
But John hadn't even looked at him.
What on Earth was happening?
Was he hallucinating?
Had the stress and lack of sleep finally caught up to him?
Was he so confused by his feelings that his mind had manufactured a false sense of reality in order to trick him into believing that he had some kind of romantic relationship John?
Calm down, Alex. Just enjoy the show.
After the show, John offered to walk Alex home.
When they arrived at Alex's house, they stopped in front of the door.
"Thank you for tonight, John. The show was wonderful."
"Thanks for coming with me."
The two men stood in the doorway in silence, both unsure of what to say but neither willing to let the other leave.
John leaned close to Alex and whispered in his ear. "Let's go inside."
Alex smiled and opened the door to let John in. Perhaps John wanted a glass of water before returning home.
But when they got inside, John grabbed Alex and kissed him.
Alex was hopelessly confused. "John, what on Earth-"
"I can't take it anymore. I've wanted to do this for so long. I've been hinting at this all night but you're too dense to realize" John kissed along Alex's jawline and down to his neck.
"So... it was all true. You kissing me? You holding my hand?"
"Yes, Alexander. Yes."
John unbuttoned the top button of Alex's shirt.
"Alex, do you want to do this?" John's blue eyes were shining with desire.
"Yes, John Laurens. Yes."
John led Alex to his bed. He picked the smaller man up bridal-style and set him down on the corner of the bed.
"I love you, Alexander Hamilton." John said as he climbed on top of Alex.
