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John’s fingers idly tapped on the steering wheel. He had been sitting in the commuter lot of the Charleston airport waiting for Alexander to text him. His flight had landed 20 minutes ago and his should have called by now.
“C’mon, Alexander,” John muttered to himself. “Where are you?”
Another 5 minutes passed and John’s car erupted in Britney Spears’ “Toxic”. He jumped, so consumed in his nervousness that the sudden blast from soothing NPR to Alexander’s ringtone was alarming.
“Hey baby girl,” he smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Alexander responded brusquely. “And you might want to hurry up. I may have made a few enemies at baggage claim. While I stand by what I said, I don’t think airport security is going to just let me go if this gets physical.”
John laughed. His openly bisexual, verbally combative, New York liberal boyfriend was already shaking things up in South Carolina.
“I’ll be there in a second. Southwest, right?”
“Yes, John.”
John put the car in drive and pulled out of his parking spot. Thankfully, the commuter lot wasn’t too far from the terminal.
“Do you want to stay on the line while I drive to you?”
“My boyfriend, risking life and limb to stay on the line with me…”
John didn’t quite know what Alexander was talking about. He wasn’t like him and would recklessly text while driving. The car was equipped with hands-free Bluetooth, unlike Alexander’s car that was older than him.
“So what did you say to the people at the baggage claim?” John asked. It’d be better for Alexander to talk while John searched for him. While John was a great multi-tasker, it was certainly better if he focused all his efforts on finding his boyfriend and driving a car.
“Oh, they were staring at me with this open hostility for my pride flags on my backpack,” Alexander huffed. “So I said to the guy, who was wearing a horrendous pair of khaki cargo shorts, ‘What? You interested?’ And he did not appreciate that…”
John had pulled into the terminal and now had the horrible task of picking Alexander out of the sea of people who just flew in from New York City. Part of the reason he wanted Alexander to talk about his experience was that he tended to get a little… animated when he was irritated.
Sure enough, he spotted Alexander with his backpack and duffel bag, phone to his ear, gesturing wildly. John pulled up to the curb.
“Alexander, turn around,” John instructed him. He did as he was told, but continued to scan the cars.
“Are you here? I don’t see you.”
John parked the car and got out of the driver’s seat to assist his lost boyfriend.
“Alexander!” he called over the din of the terminal. Alexander spun around. The way his whole face lit up upon seeing John was a moment he’d never forget. He quickly hung up the phone and rushed to John, pulling him into a tight hug.
“Welcome to Charleston, baby girl,” John murmured warmly. He politely kissed Alexander’s cheek as they drew back. Which Alexander took as a cue to lean forward to kiss John—
John quickly stepped back, letting Alexander go. That sort of public affection was fine at school, fine in New York, but given that someone nearly beat the shit out of Alexander in a baggage terminal for a pride flag, kissing was not going to go well. John could see the hurt and confusion in Alexander’s warm brown eyes.
“We should get going,” John said, grabbing Alexander’s duffel bag and tossing it in the backseat on his way back to the driver’s seat. “I bet you’re hungry. There’s a great barbeque place not far from here with the best cornbread. We’ll pick some food up for my siblings and us for dinner. They’re going to love you.”
He climbed back into the car and Alexander followed suit. John pulled away from the curb. When they were finally out of the airport traffic, John glanced over at Alexander. He looked uncomfortable in the passenger seat.
“Alexander?”
Alexander looked over to him. Exhaustion and confusion were written all over his face.
“I didn’t know you drove a Tesla.”
Oh no.
John wasn’t allowed to bring his car to school for the very reason it cost far too much money to just sit in an inaccessible student parking lot. He never brought up his car at school, especially since it brought his family’s wealth to the forefront. He completely forgot this whole trip was going to be a culture shock of sorts for Alexander.
“Yup,” John responded shortly. “It was a birthday present.”
Alexander’s fingers skated over the interior of the vehicle, taking inventory on the dials and screens. John caught Alexander’s hand in his own and tangled their fingers together. He could feel some of the tension melt in his hand, as if he felt Alexander exhale for the first time since getting in the vehicle.
“I’m so excited for this weekend, baby girl,” John grinned. “There’s this wonderful Fourth of July faire that I think you’re really going to love. It’s super Southern and has rides and games and the best food. And then we’re hosting our neighborhood’s Fourth of July barbeque with a big spit and a pie contest—”
“For someone who eats so healthy, I’m surprised you’re trying to sell me on barbeque and faire food,” Alexander chuckled. John laughed.
“We all have our cheat days and the Fourth of July is worth it.”
It was a relatively short drive from the airport to John’s house. They stopped at the barbeque place John mentioned and picked up food to-go. It was really difficult to stand in the waiting area without touching Alexander, but John knew better. The further they got from the center of the city, the more intolerant people were. Alexander couldn’t stop himself from placing a hand low on John’s back while they waited. John kept trying to turn out of Alexander’s touch, but the combination of Alexander’s persistence and John’s longing for his love made it extremely difficult. John could feel the stares of the other patrons and was relieved when their food was ready.
Alexander nervously held onto the food in the car. It was as if he was scared of making the car messy. He knew John didn’t care about messes – he lived with Alexander Hamilton for god’s sake. He didn’t hold John’s hand again the rest of the car ride.
The streets outside John’s neighborhood were quaint. Big family homes lined the block with enormous old trees standing watch majestically over the road. John occasionally glanced over at Alexander who was watching the houses go by with such amazement. John guessed he was waiting in anticipation for when John was going to pull into a driveway.
Not yet, baby girl. Not yet.
John finally turned onto a street where a small security booth and large iron gates blocked their path. Alexander’s eyes grew impossibly bigger as John rolled down the window.
“Hi Paula!” John said cheerily. Paula, the security guard, stepped out of the small hut and up to John’s open car window. She was an older white woman with gracefully greying blonde hair. Her blue eyes twinkled as she gazed upon John and Alexander.
“Good evening, Mr. Laurens!” Paula replied. “Is this a friend coming to visit you?”
John’s heart pounded in his chest. Paula didn’t know. He knew she was a kind woman with a couple kids who were his age, and she had seen him grow up with his siblings. Was it worth coming out to her since this might be the only time she’d ever meet Alexander?
He glanced at Alexander who was still dutifully clutching the Styrofoam boxes of food. He didn’t know the level to which John was still in the closet. With his brave boyfriend by his side, what harm could come to John?
“Oh, Paula, this is my boyfriend, Alexander,” John introduced. Alexander gave a curt wave. “He’s visiting from New York. Had to get him Melvin’s, of course.”
But it didn’t matter how much John tried for small talk. He saw the way Paula’s bright blue eyes dimmed at the word boyfriend.
“Well, have a great visit, Alexander. Enjoy South Carolina,” Paula said stiffly. She sharply turned and went back to the guardhouse to open the gate. John rolled up the window.
“Yeah, this trip is going to be great,” Alexander sighed. He bravely reached over and placed a comforting hand on John’s knee. He knew it wasn’t John’s fault she reacted like that. He told her the truth about their relationship instead of hiding and that was the best John could do.
John’s neighborhood – Raven’s Run – was different from the neighborhood they drove through. It was lined with enormous houses and monstrous willow trees. Alexander’s eyes were as wide as saucers as they slowly drove past each house. John could almost feel Alexander’s heartbeat through his palm on his knee.
Then they pulled up to a secluded drive lined with bushes and trees. John turned in and said, “Welcome to my home, baby girl.”
His childhood home was a behemoth. It looked like an old plantation house, despite having only been built in 2000. Towering columns greeted them, the amber glow of the porch lights illuminating the front of the house. It was intimidating.
John hated this house.
He drove around the fountain in the middle of the rounded drive and pulled up to the front of the house. Once parked, John hurried around to the other side of the car to let Alexander out. After the weird situation at the gate, John wanted to be sure Alexander felt welcomed by him.
“Thank you, John,” Alexander said warmly. John could see the relief on his face to get out of the expensive car. He was still carrying the food, so John grabbed his two bags and led Alexander into the house.
Inside, the house was even more impressive. Vaulted ceilings, crown molding, finished oak floors. Upon walking in, they were greeted by a stairway going up to the bedrooms, the foyer flanked by a living room and dining room on either side. Straight ahead was the family room with the kitchen around the corner. With five bedrooms and another media room upstairs, it certainly was overwhelming.
John watched Alexander with baited breath. Alexander kept looking around, taking in his new surroundings. John had never seen him so quiet, so uneasy. Here his intelligent, witty boyfriend was standing in his childhood home’s foyer, holding take-out boxes, without a word to say.
That’s not to say John wasn’t nervous as well. His boyfriend was standing in his childhood home. There was no doubt in his mind that this wasn’t going to be smooth sailing, but they were going to make the most of it. Three months was too long a time to go without seeing Alexander Hamilton. They had discussed John possibly visiting Alexander instead, but apparently his last foster family was renovating their house and didn’t want others to see it.
So John’s it was.
“What do you think?” John asked quietly. He stood close to Alexander, their bodies just barely brushing. He placed a hand low on Alexander’s back, rubbing with a soothing motion.
“It’s huge,” Alexander choked out. John chuckled.
“Not the first time you’ve said that to me,” he whispered into Alexander’s ear before kissing the corner of his jaw. Alexander let out a barking laugh that echoed through the house.
There was shuffling from upstairs where suddenly Martha and Junior rushed out of the media room and leaned over the railing, peeking to see Alexander and John standing in the foyer. Moments later, Jemmy came barreling out, sliding across the wood, followed by Mary Eleanor, running as fast as her 4-year-old legs could carry her. Thanks to strong genetics from his mother, all of the Laurens kids looked alike – sweet hazel eyes, lots of freckles, thick curly hair. Only Mary Eleanor looked more like their dad; her hair was jet black.
“Hey Jack!” Jemmy yelled from the top of the stairs. The rest of the kids whispered to each other as they bounded down the stairs toward them.
“Hey, y’all!” John replied. He immediately regretted slipping into his Southern accent. He worked so hard to get rid of it, but every time he came home it only got worse. Being in the thick of summer, it was on full blast. “We got dinner.”
“Is that Melvin’s?” Martha asked as she came closer. She was a gangly girl, all limbs, only 16 years old. John loved her to pieces. She was wicked smart and could probably go toe-to-toe with Alexander in his debating skills. She took the take-out containers from Alexander without a second thought as to who he was.
“It is,” John answered. “But I wanted to introduce y’all to my boyfriend, Alexander.” Alexander waved with a smile. “Alexander, this is Martha, Jemmy, Junior, and Mary Eleanor.” He pointed to each of his siblings in turn. Alexander was only here for a couple days and John didn’t expect him to remember each of their names.
They each waved hello politely, even Mary Eleanor who had plastered herself to Martha’s leg.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Alexander said kindly.
“Let’s get to the kitchen and eat some of this, yeah?” John said. His siblings took off at a quick trot to the kitchen, bouncing with excitement for their favorite barbeque. John and Alexander lingered in the foyer.
“Are you okay?” John asked softly, drawing Alexander into his arms.
“I’m doing fine,” Alexander replied. “Just… a little overwhelmed.”
“I know, I know. It’s a big house, too much money, four siblings…”
“And the car, John.” John blushed.
“It was either that or my sister’s Porsche she’s not allowed to drive yet. If I had put mileage on that car, my father would’ve killed her.”
Alexander exhaled forcefully, as if he was still getting his bearings.
“You’ll be fine. I’m here. My siblings are great. My father won’t be home until tomorrow night, so you dodged a bullet on that one,” John assured him. He leaned in and kissed Alexander so delicately on the lips. It was dizzying, kissing his boyfriend in the foyer of his childhood home. He had taken so many photos for debutante balls over the year in this very foyer with girls he had no interest in. Now, he was with Alexander, the man he loved, under the same archway. He couldn’t have been happier.
“Jack! Alexander! Are you coming?” Junior yelled as he appeared in the hallway to the family room. He got an eyeful of Alexander and John, kissing tenderly at the door. “Jack!”
John pulled back to look at his brother, when he realized what happened. John’s spine stiffened. His father had given him very explicit instructions before Alexander came over to not show affection in front of his siblings as to “not give them any ideas.”
Well, fuck him. He’s not here.
John gave Alexander one last hard peck on the lips as if to punctuate the fuck you to his father.
“We’ll talk later, okay? I know you’re thinking about something because you’re unusually quiet. Deep breath,” John said, guiding himself and Alexander exactly that. “I love you, my siblings will love you.”
My father hates you.
“I love you, too,” Alexander replied. One more deep breath and he clapped his hands together, his eyes suddenly excited and focused.
There he is.
“Alright, I’m ready to eat, Junior,” Alexander said, walking toward John’s brother. John smiled. His boyfriend was going to charm the pants off his siblings.
He grabbed Alexander’s bags and followed, discovering his siblings plus Alexander hovering over the take-out boxes like vultures. John gently tucked Alexander’s bags in the corner and looked at his siblings curiously.
“Y’all know where the plates are!” John encouraged, clapping his hands together. He tickled Jemmy, who was just standing still. “Apúrate!”
Alexander smiled at John as they watched his brothers and sisters grab plates and forks from the cabinets and drawers. A fleeting thought flickered through his head, imagining his siblings were their children. Having made all this money doing social justice work and political journalism, John and Alexander Laurens-Hamilton lived in an impressive Colonial-style home in upstate New York with their four children—
It was a lovely dream.
John watched Alexander’s hand gently stroke the marble countertops. He supposed this might be the first time Alexander had been in a house like this. His life was spent in cramped New York City where houses like this didn’t exist. But from what John gathered from their conversations, Alexander had never even been to an apartment or townhouse like this. Alexander probably had only seen this life on TV.
He stepped right behind Alexander and wrapped his arms around his waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder.
“What are you thinking?” he murmured against Alexander’s neck, his lips brushing against his skin.
“I want this life,” Alexander answered, his voice distant. He must have been imagining the same thing John was.
“Kids, too?”
“Three. With you.”
John hugged Alexander tighter. That sounded perfect.
His siblings had brought the plates and food to the kitchen table, setting the places haphazardly. They all started digging into the food before John and Alexander even sat down. John pulled the seat out for Alexander to sit next to him.
“Ay! Vamos a rezar!” he chided them. The kids put down their silverware and Jemmy wiped his sauce-covered fingers on his pants. Alexander glanced at him curiously. John never said prayer or grace at school, but he knew if he skipped it while his father was gone, he’d never hear the end of it. He took Junior’s hand in his and laced his fingers with Alexander’s.
“Lord, thank you for this wonderful food, our beautiful family, and our beloved guests. Amen,” John said reverently. He squeezed the hands he was holding and let Junior’s go, keeping Alexander’s in his as long as possible. Alexander seemed to like that, the added comfort. It wasn’t going to last for very long.
As soon as John put food in his mouth, his 9-year-old brother Jemmy perked up with a question, “So Alexander is your boyfriend?”
John hurriedly swallowed his food. He knew questions were going to come up and he wasn’t quite sure what his father had told them. Most of the days, John was out of the house, actively avoiding Henry Laurens. Yes, his internship did keep him late a lot of days, but he’d stay out later at the local gay dance club or volunteering for a homeless shelter downtown. His siblings were all asleep by the time he got home and, if he was very lucky, so would his father. But that meant he wasn’t around to answer their questions – or give them the truth.
“He is, Jemmy,” John answered diplomatically.
“Like a girlfriend?” Mary Eleanor added.
“Yup.”
“But you’re both boys. Boys can’t date each other,” Jemmy remarked. Martha shot him a dirty look.
“Yes they can, Jem,” she argued before turning to John and Alexander. “There are two boys in my grade who are dating.”
“Well, Jemmy, we are dating,” Alexander chimed in. He squeezed John’s hand. “Two boys can date each other. Two girls can date each other. It’s totally normal for two boys to fall in love.” He smiled sweetly at John who couldn’t help but blush in response.
“Are you in loooooove?” Jemmy cooed. He was rambunctious and curious for a 9-year-old and loved to ask borderline-inappropriate questions.
“Yup,” Alexander responded resolutely. “I’m very in love with your brother.”
John blushed harder. It was one thing for Alexander to tell him he loved him, but it was on a whole other level to hear him tell his little siblings he did.
Let’s see if he can repeat it in front of my father…
The rest of dinner was spent with Jemmy, Junior (who was 12), and Mary Eleanor asking Alexander a lifetime’s worth of questions, some of which John didn’t even know the answer. They asked everything from his favorite color (green) and his favorite vegetable (cauliflower) to what he wanted to be when he grew up (not quite sure yet) and how much Spanish he knew (he was fluent).
It was cute watching Alexander volley all the questions thrown at him. His eyes widened and he spoke very animatedly to Mary Eleanor at his right who was simply enamored by this stranger. They had only been together for 6 months at this point, but oh boy, John was ready to settle down and have kids with Alexander after watching him cut up Mary Eleanor’s food for her.
Everything was going great until Mary Eleanor asked, “Alexander, is your mom dead too?”
John could have heard a pin drop.
In all their time spent together, John never talked about his mother. She died shortly after having Mary Eleanor. It was a very risky pregnancy, and she never quite recovered. Thankfully, John was home for Christmas break and was able to see her one last time before she passed suddenly. His father then had to raise four kids on his own.
It was painful enough to deal with his living father. It was heartbreaking to talk about his dead mother.
“Don’t ask people that, Mary Eleanor,” John said, perhaps a little too harshly. Mary Eleanor was a tough kid, but she flinched at his words. She flinched.
It seemed she was getting a healthy dose of Henry Laurens’ parenting at 4 years old.
“Jemmy, why don’t you and Junior start on the dishes,” Martha interrupted. She scooped up her little sister in her arms. “I’ll take Mary Eleanor upstairs to clean up. Why don’t you show Alexander the house?” She had the slow and careful cadence their mom had used when their father lashed out at them. Her face said so much more before she left the kitchen.
He sounded just like his father.
As Jemmy and Junior collected the plates, they avoided eye contact with John. He knew why. He did the same thing when Henry Laurens was angry. Put your head down, do what you’re told, don’t upset the basket.
His heart was pounding in his chest. He wanted to scream. John was a thousand times better than his father. They were just talking about having children and here John was, proving to Alexander that he was unfit to be a father. He was only 19, sure, but the damage was already done.
Alexander stood up from the table and gently drew John out of his seat. His hands were steady as he held John close. John felt like a Chihuahua in winter with how much he was shaking.
“It’s okay, John,” Alexander calmed him. “Can you show me around? I really want to see your bedroom.” He kissed John on the cheek, his lips soft and warm. John didn’t much feel like being held or loved in that moment. He was the reflection of his father. He tried to pull away from Alexander, but Alexander clung tighter. “If you think I love you less, you’re wrong, John Laurens.”
One look in Alexander’s eyes and John settled. He breathed deeply through his nose and he could faintly smell Alexander’s coconut body wash. The sweet scent woke his numb senses. Alexander was here. He wasn’t leaving.
“Okay, let’s show you the house,” John said, giving Alexander a shaky smile. He took Alexander’s hand and led him away from the table.
They traveled through the kitchen and into the dining room, into the foyer, to the living room… In each room, John stopped and gave Alexander a small anecdote on his childhood. How his family celebrated Thanksgiving in the dining room. The family portrait day for the large photo in the living room. The small scar on his forehead he got when he smacked his head on the stair bannister.
Alexander listened attentively. He stood behind John, his arms wrapped around John’s waist, occasionally planting light kisses on John’s neck. He asked a litter of questions in each room as if this was his only chance to get the full John Laurens Experience. They had only been together a short time; Alexander had years to learn everything about John. It was very endearing.
With Alexander’s bags in hand, John led them upstairs. He dropped Alexander’s bags right outside his door, not opening it, because he knew Alexander. The telltale feeling of Alexander’s eyes on him and where his hands were resting low on John’s waist, almost trying to sneak into John’s front pockets of his jeans.
There was a shout from the media room – Junior – followed by a thud and an onslaught of giggles. Alexander jumped.
“What was that?” he asked shortly. He had apparently forgotten there were other people in the house.
“They’re just playing,” John smiled. He wasn’t worried. Martha was in there with the little ones. She was fair and just with them. And if he wasn’t around to get them to bed, she was more than up to the task.
John led Alexander to see the boys’ room, then the girls’ room. The two rooms couldn’t be more different. The girls’ room was impeccably clean. With a 16 year old and a 4 year old, it had to be. But the boys’ looked like a toy box exploded. Jemmy and Junior were only a couple years apart and were the best of friends.
“Do you want to see the media room?” John asked, leading Alexander away from the girls’ room. “I think the kids are playing on the XBOX…”
“What’s behind here?” Alexander queried, pointing to a set of large oak double doors.
“My father’s room,” John replied. Alexander went for the door handle. It was locked. “Maybe you’ll see it when he gets back. It’s got a huge master bath and a sitting room he uses as an office. The blueprints for the house call it the ‘Master’s Retreat’.” It always made John sick to his stomach that a plantation-style house had a room called the ‘Master’s Retreat’.
“Hate that name,” Alexander murmured as he tried to peek through the crack between the doors. “Your father loves it, right?”
John chuckled. Of course Alexander picked up on the uncomfortable nature of the home. He kissed Alexander right there in the hallway, in front of his father’s door. He felt the rebellion in the tips of his fingers as they stroked Alexander’s cheeks.
“I love you,” he murmured. Alexander smiled back.
“I love you too,” Alexander echoed before slapping John firmly on the ass. John could feel Alexander’s half-hard cock pressed against his thigh. “Can I see your room now?”
“Is there an ulterior motive here, Alexander?” John joked, smiling brightly.
“No ulterior motive,” Alexander said, his eyes glancing down to John’s lips. “I just want to fuck you in private.” John hummed.
“Only after the kids are asleep,” John reminded him. “I don’t want them hearing what comes out of your mouth when your dick’s being sucked.” Alexander’s eyes went wide with excitement.
“My mouth? Did you forget that someone else’s dirty talk is getting better?”
The distance was definitely making John’s dirty talk a lot more graphic. He had to learn quickly or be left in the dust. Alexander had made him come so quickly several times while he lay there waiting for John to figure it out.
“You’re also missing how hard I’m blushing while I say those things to you.”
That was also true.
Alexander pressed his cock against John’s thigh again.
“You’re missing how hard I am right now,” Alexander said slyly. John rolled his eyes. His boyfriend was ridiculous.
“C’mon.” He took Alexander’s hand in his and led him to his bedroom.
John’s bedroom was a testament to his childhood. Shelves and shelves of various sports and academic awards covered his deep purple walls. There were a couple framed posters from his favorite movies – Fight Club, Amores Perros, Amélie – plus his high school diploma, already hung with care next to a small photo of his family. He had a large white chair in the corner near his bookcase and desk. Next to his bookcase was a door to a small ensuite bathroom. Taking up the most space was his queen-size bed covered with a thin lilac comforter.
Alexander wandered in and dropped his bags in the middle of the room. John felt odd standing the middle, so he lingered near his bed, his legs brushing against the sheets.
“This room is huge,” Alexander mused aloud. John rolled his eyes. He had not only made that comment stepping into the house, but in several other rooms as well. Like, John knew his childhood home was obnoxiously big.
Then John saw Alexander’s eyes zero in on him. He quietly stalked over to John and with his fingertips, guided John to sit down on the bed. Alexander kneeled between his legs, his fingers grabbing at John’s belt. John stopped him, swatting his hands away.
“What are you doing? I said we had to wait,” John reprimanded him.
“I remember you worried about my mouth saying things. Can’t say anything if it’s full of cock,” Alexander smirked.
Oh, that motherfucker. He needed to be more specific with Alexander. Especially when he can say things like that that make John go hard almost instantly.
John sighed in resignation. He leaned back on his hands, giving Alexander all the space he needed to work.
“You and your semantics,” John murmured before gasping as Alexander cupped him through his jeans. It had been almost two months since Alexander’s hands were last on him. John never wanted to go that long again.
Quickly, Alexander unbuckled John’s jeans and tugged them down to his knees and off his legs. John’s cock was pressing uncomfortably in his underwear, the long hard line blatantly visible beneath the blue cotton.
“This cock is huge,” Alexander said in the same inflection he used for every room of the house. John couldn’t help but laugh.
“Were you saving that joke for just now?” John asked.
“Oh, definitely,” Alexander admitted before pressing his nose and mouth against John’s covered balls and breathing deep. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
Alexander peeled away John’s waistband and yanked his underwear down to join his jeans. His eyes softened with fondness upon seeing John’s bare cock. He touched it with such delicate reverence that it made John chuckle.
“Do you two need some time alone?” he asked jokingly.
“Sometimes, when I’m alone, I’m afraid I made you up,” Alexander said lowly. “Everything about you, from your eyes, to your intelligence, to your heart, to your cock. You are just so perfect for me, John. You could only exist in a dream.”
Alexander was nearly draped across his lap, his arms over John’s thighs, his hands on John’s hips. John ran a hand through Alexander’s hair. It was a little greasy from his long day of traveling, but John wouldn’t have him any other way. He was here.
“I’m real, baby girl,” John assured him. “I feel the same way about you if it’s any consolation.”
Alexander hummed in agreement before licking John’s cock from root to tip. John whimpered as Alexander took the head into his mouth and rolled his tongue into the slit. He took more of John into his mouth, sucking obscenely, the wetness of his mouth messily covering his cock. Alexander moaned deep in his chest as if he was having the most decadent meal of his life. John tugged at Alexander’s hair because the vibrations were always just on the right side of too much.
“That’s it, baby girl,” John murmured. “Suck that gorgeous cock. I heard for weeks how much you missed it. I missed your mouth. The way your lips look so beautiful stretched around me. Yeah, just like that, baby girl…”
John drifted his hand from Alexander’s hair to stroke at his taut lower lip. It was soft and smooth and wet. Alexander whined, his fingers clutching at John’s ass. The nails pinched at John’s skin but it only lit something inside him. He thrust gently into Alexander’s mouth. It was instinctual and he was about to apologize until Alexander’s dark eyes met his.
A challenge.
He watched Alexander take a deep breath and close his eyes. His jaw dropped open just a little further, the suction on his cock lessening. With a small roll of his hips, John worked his cock in and out of Alexander’s mouth, testing his boyfriend’s resolve. They had done some pretty kinky shit when it came to blowjobs, including five separate sessions where Alexander warmed John’s cock in his mouth for at least an hour. Alexander would use any opportunity to suck John off to the point where their friends expected them to disappear at some point during dinner.
John never complained. He was, of course, one half of the equation. He loved seeing his smart, witty, fearless boyfriend on his knees with his mouth stuffed full of his cock. He felt powerful, like he could take over the world. Alexander Hamilton was on his knees for him.
His thrusts grew faster and longer, the head of his cock bumping against Alexander’s throat. He wasn’t going to hold on for much longer.
“Yeah, take it, take it, take it—“ John babbled. Alexander’s hands scrabbled at his hips, trying to find purchase to grab. But then John felt Alexander’s true motive. He pressed his middle finger against John’s hole, dryly working the tip inside. John cried out quietly. He was now caught between fucking his cock into Alexander’s mouth and his ass back onto his finger. His head was swimming in the clouds.
John grabbed at Alexander’s hair, anchoring him, as the sharp feeling in the base of his spine grew and grew. He snapped his hips forward three more times and came hard down Alexander’s throat.
Alexander moaned before swallowing rapidly, drinking John in. He pulled off with a soft ‘pop’ and John didn’t give him a moment to say something witty. He pulled at Alexander, urging him to his feet. John unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down to the floor with his underwear, letting Alexander’s cock bob free.
John quickly turned around on the bed, positioning himself on his elbows and knees, his ass in the air. Like a magnet, Alexander’s hands greedily grabbed his hips and thrust his cock between John’s cheeks.
“I don’t have a condom, John,” Alexander breathed.
“Don’t need one,” John answered. “Fuck me just like this. Come on me, Alexander.”
And Alexander did as he was told, finishing himself off with a couple jerky thrusts against John’s ass. John could feel his release on his skin and it made him feel filthy.
He just had gay sex in his childhood bedroom. There was another item off his bucket list.
Alexander’s grip on his hips slackened and as John slid down onto the bed, he felt Alexander land next to him. Without hesitation, Alexander kissed him deeply, the kind of kiss John had wished for at the airport.
When they broke apart, John smiled at Alexander dazedly.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
They both giggled shyly.
“So much for not having sex while the kids are around,” John laughed.
“Just call it practice for when we have kids of our own in a tiny three-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn,” Alexander smiled.
That also sounds perfect.
John draped himself over Alexander who gently stroked his back and peppered his face in sweet kisses. John hummed in contentment. He felt ridiculous lying in bed, his legs dangling off the side, both of them naked from the waist down, but he didn’t want to move.
Alexander was here in South Carolina with him. His lush oasis in a desert of affection.
“I missed you,” John murmured. The words came straight from his heart.
“I missed you, too.” Alexander kissed him tenderly on the lips.
“I missed that.”
“Fucking my mouth?”
John snorted with laughter.
“Well, yes, but I meant I missed your kisses.” Alexander kissed him again.
“Prepare yourself because I plan to give you enough to tide you over til you see me again,” he smiled brightly.
They settled back on the bed, trading soft kisses in the stillness of John’s bedroom. He could feel Alexander’s come cooling to his skin, but he didn’t care. He felt branded. He felt owned. He was lying in his childhood bed after having his dick sucked and another man coming on him. It was incredible. He felt so sated and comfortable and safe for the first time since leaving school.
Alexander shifted underneath him, jolting John awake.
“Did you have a nice nap, papa?” Alexander cooed. He pet John’s curls, tucking an errant strand behind his ear.
“How long was I out?” John asked blearily. He regretfully sat up, moving off his warm boyfriend to find his phone.
“Not too long,” Alexander replied.
10:23pm.
He let John nap on him for nearly half an hour.
Not too long, my ass.
“I gotta get the kids to bed,” John groaned, stretching up toward the ceiling. He shuffled over to his bathroom to grab a washcloth and clean himself off. The cool cloth felt good on his overheated skin. Alexander’s hands sliding up his stomach as he crowded John against the vanity felt even better. His soft cock pressed into the cleft of John’s ass and John imagined Alexander bending him over, licking him open, then fucking him thoroughly as he’s helpless to do anything but hold on.
He had responsibilities greater than fucking his boyfriend silly.
“Baby girl, I gotta go,” he whined half-heartedly as he turned in Alexander’s arms. Their cocks brushed against each other, sending more desire through John’s veins. He desperately wished he could drag Alexander back into bed and go for round two. Nothing compared to having Alexander inside him.
But John was tired.
“I just can’t stop touching you,” Alexander admitted.
“I gathered that,” John chuckled. “But how about you get ready for bed and I’ll join you when I’m done, alright?”
“Perfect.” Alexander kissed him one more time before freeing him to tug on a pair of basketball shorts.
John slipped out of the room and into the hallway. The house was exceptionally quiet. Too quiet. He walked silently over to the boys’ room where he heard faint whispers. Upon opening the door, he saw Martha, sitting on the edge of Jemmy’s bed, kissing his forehead and shutting off the light. She quickly exited the room to join John in the hallway.
“Are they all asleep?” John asked softly.
“Put Mary Eleanor down about an hour ago. Jemmy and Junior just now,” she explained. “I figured I’d give you some time with Alexander before dad gets home.”
John’s heart melted.
“Thank you, Martha,” he said, deeply touched.
“I know you would do the same with any girls I brought home,” she shrugged casually despite her words rocking John’s foundation.
“Martha—?” She blushed and smiled bashfully.
“Can we talk about it later? You have a boyfriend who’s visiting,” she said before punching John playfully in the arm and shuffling away to her room.
When John got back to his room, Alexander was tucked in bed with his laptop glowing brightly. Of course his boyfriend had to get some writing in before bed. John had given Alexander a laptop as a finals and going-away present. It certainly made Skype sex a lot easier.
John tugged off his clothes and climbed in to snuggle against his equally naked boyfriend. From the looks of it, Alexander was just finishing some Twitter feuds he had started on the plane.
“So I think Martha’s a lesbian,” John said plainly.
“Oh, good for her!” Alexander smiled. “They say queerness runs in families.”
If that were true, Henry Laurens was in for a real disaster, especially given how Jemmy talked about the other boys in class.
“How are you feeling?” John asked openly. He knew earlier that Alexander was uncomfortable, but perhaps after sex he was feeling better.
Alexander shut his laptop and tucked it onto the floor. He rolled over and cuddled against John, tangling their legs together.
“Magnificent, since I got to put your dick in my mouth,” he said smugly. John grinned.
“That was pretty great,” John agreed. “You looked so good. You always do.”
A faint blush crossed Alexander’s cheeks.
“You’re pretty inspiring, John Laurens,” he smiled. Alexander trailed a couple fingers along John’s soft cock. John shivered.
“I’m glad you’re not still feeling weird after Paula and dinner.”
Alexander sighed heavily.
Never mind.
“I don’t think I was quite prepared for the insidious nature of the homophobia here,” Alexander admitted. “And I knew your mother died, but I wasn’t prepared for the candor with which Mary Eleanor treated it.”
“She’s 4—“
“Yeah, but—“
“And that’s all she’s known. She doesn’t know any better.” John would defend his siblings to the death, even against Alexander. “Anything else?”
“That I knew you were rich, but I wasn’t prepared for just how rich.”
There it is.
“I don’t think anything could have prepared you for just how rich,” John sighed.
“It’s definitely a culture shock,” Alexander stated. “You have a fridge with Wifi.”
Knowing Alexander came from basically nothing embarrassed John. Not for who Alexander was, but for who he himself was. He was so used to a lap of luxury that having someone like Alexander around to ground him to reality was truly a gift. John so often took the money thrown at him for granted. While he complained about wage inequality, he was living in the byproduct of that wealth. In his own mind, he divorced himself from his childhood and his father’s income, but in times like these, it appeared he still had a long way to go.
“Our fridge won’t have Wifi,” John smiled as he tugged Alexander closer.
“Oh, you are incorrect, John Laurens,” Alexander joked. “Our fridge will absolutely have Wifi. We’ll have to sell your Tesla to pay for it and our three wonderful children to go to a top-tier Montessori in Manhattan, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to pay.”
John giggled. The dream they were building together was beautiful.
Alexander yawned.
“Go to sleep, Alexander. We can talk more tomorrow,” John said sweetly. He stroked Alexander’s face, then kissed him one more time.
“I love you, John,” Alexander murmured sleepily from John’s shoulder.
“I love you too, baby girl.”
And with that, Alexander fell asleep. It was his vacation. He wasn’t working or interning or writing or studying. He had three nights with John and was able to fall asleep with ease in John's arms.
John breathed deep, smelling Alexander’s body wash one more time, the sweet coconut infiltrating his senses.
He was finally home.