Tag someone you'd eat that with ^

Me @you

Also yes babies, I have been eating more lately (my fat ass just ate some Wendy's fries and biiiitch they was gud)

I should include a warning because there is a ton of fluff, jokes, references to Lin's family, and a sexy time scene. If you're uncomfortable with that-

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Also if you're one of then hoes that hate on side ships, ex. Jams or mullette-

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Ima let u know I'm soft for sum mullette so expect sum okie here di chapter

Also a translation app was used since people love to correct Google translate all the time

Also quick question..do u prefer John as a dom or Alex as a dom??
(I might add a little treat for yall as an epilogue so I need some answers)

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"But I'm glad that we weren't. For the sake of our friendship with the others."

"I never knew you could be so caring of other people. That's not like you, Thomas."

"My attitude may seem cold but my heart isn't."

"I can't tell, seeing how I literally lived inside of your heart."

"Our relationship shouldn't matter when we're both with partners."

"I...I know."

"Jack would be pretty upset to find that his boyfriend still has feelings for his ex."

"His name is John. Why do you always say it incorrectly?"

"I may or may not be doing it on purpose, Lexy."

"Asshole."

"Only for you, sweetheart "

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The following months had been going rather splendid for the freckled John Laurens, being alongside his lovely partner in crime, Alexander Hamilton. Though their only way of contacting is talking on Roblox (because John is a mega nerd) or....

-through a laptop Skype screen.

A laptop Skype screen in which Alexander quickly turned into porn.
N-not that John disliked it or anything, but he feared the FBI agent watching him would be overly disgusted at his boyfriend's weird antics.

Fuck the police, anyway.

"Johnnnn! Ami, can you not carry anymore?" Whipping his head around, John turned to his french friend, silently sobbing at the absence of his curly locks that used to cascade over his neck and down his shoulders.

"Si?" John had also been learning Spanish rather than dedicating his time to Japanese since he's come to the conclusion that asian girls don't actually look like the ones shown in mangas or anime. Sad conclusion, that was.

That might've been the only thing not straight about him.

Asian girls.

But despite his want for the Japanese language, he'd rather learn Spanish or perhaps at least Portuguese in order to surprise Alexander. He dreamed for the day where they could gossip about people in public and no one would know what they were talking about.

John had a blessed mind sometimes.

"My....my arms are tired." Lafayette huffed as he tossed the suitcase on the conveyor belt that lead the luggage to their designated planes. He turned to the freckled boy and sighed exhaustedly. "Next time you should carry your own bag, John." Lafayette spat with fire, huffing as he heaved up his carry on over his shoulder.

"Well sorry for wanting to be in great shape for when Xander and I meet up again." He smiled brightly, skipping over to the lines where they get on the planes. (I've never been on a plane before so excuse my lack of knowledge)

"Xander? Since when have you been calling him that?" Hercules said once he arrived next to the eager boy rocking back and forth on his feet excitedly.

"Since now," he flashed another cute smile with a giggle following after.

"Gosh, you're so whipped for him." Herc shook his head with a proud grin. He was happy that John had managed to find love at such a needful time in his life. It reminded Herc that deep under his tough looking exterior, he was a big softie.

"P-papi....please....take..." Lafayette dropped to his knees and nearly face planted on the floor from exhaustion. Really, has anyone been paying attention to him since they arrived at the airport?

"Papi?" John questioned with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips. He knew what it meant because of Alexander's frequent request of calling him that. Though he didn't know that the word could go for both languages. To John, it's like French and Spanish had a baby and named it Italian. It was a great conspiracy in his mind.

Hercules, who looked rather shocked that John understood, decided to hide his blushing face by helping his boyfriend up. He pulled the jelly legged frenchman up and let him hold onto him while he walked.

Lafayette barely got any sleep last night due to his psychology paper due in a week and Laf, much like John's boyfriend Alex, refused to turn in a test or paper by due date. Plus, he had to carry his and John's suitcase. Which only made it harder on him.

"Hercules....amour, I want to sleep.." he muttered into the older's ear as they began to walk again. "Bébé, je veux que tu sois toute seule," his sleepy voice whisper. (Baby I want you all alone..but a translation app was used so don't come at me pls)

He was more than half asleep now.

"Dans une pièce. Juste toi et moi." The sleepy frenchman dragged his nearly limp finger against the skin of Herc's neck. (In a room. Just you and me) Hercules smiled lovingly at the cuteness of his boyfriend and continued hold him up until the boarded their plane.

When they got on, John had to rush to steal a window seat from an old man who almost had it.

Just like Alexander had done a few months ago, only that he was on a bus.

Well isn't that cute.

He buckled up his seat belt and eyed Herc who was busy comforting his sleepy and air sick boyfriend. It made John miss Alex. Gosh, he never knew how painful staying away from the boy for a few months could be. But alas, they'd finally meet once again.

John turned on his favorite Spotify playlist consisting of up beat pop and rap music mixed with a few bands. He personally wasn't a fan of bands but Tøp, Imagine Dragons, Maroon 5 and Good Day always puts him in a good mood, depending on the song. But old school songs also brought him back to happy times, so he'll occasionally listen to Destiny's Child.

Beyoncé was always a big mood to him anyway.

With his earbuds blasting loud, John secretly slipped an M&M in his mouth. He didn't know this bothered the old man beside him whom he stole the window seat from. So he continued to eat, not bothered by the turbulence or the popping off his ears when they took off.

"For God's sake, could you stop chewing so loudly!?"

John did a good job of continuing to eat while ignoring the frustrated man.

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"I want McDonald's!"

"Okay, we'll get some when we visit John's friend-"

"Boyfriend."

"John's boyfriend--so just calm down Laf-"

"I want airport McDonalds!"

"What!? It's literally the same thing!'

"No... airport McDonalds is different from city McDonalds. It just is." Lafayette pouted, tutting his bottom lip out as he leaned his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, stumbling to follow along his fast paced foot steps.

See what had happened was...

Lafayette sort of drank a little bit too much of airplane wine.

And when he's drunk, he can fool you into thinking he's not. All he had to do was make eye contact and act professional. Which usually ended up to charming people a bit by his accent and his looks.

Because he was genuinely attractive.

"Baiser moi...b-baiser moi, Hercules." The Marquis giggled and pressed his lips to Hercules' neck, frowning when he got no reaction.

John followed behind the two as they walked to their Airbnb, which was basically a rental apartment that came fully furnished with kitchen appliances and stuff. It was a short walk to get there, since they took an Uber to a street closer to it.

"Hercules, I think Laf might be a bit horny." John thought out loud, eyeing the frenchie who tried numerous and failed amounts of times to bite and nibble on his mate's ear.

"Trust me, he's not horny." Herc looked tired as he continues to push Laf away from him. Resulting in the younger to pout.

Hercules dragged both his and Lafayette's suitcases behind him, John wheeling his own as they soon after fifteen minutes of walking down the streets of Harlem, make it to their Airbnb. He quickly takes out the keys and opens it, sighing at the sight of a couch and immediatly dropped his things to jump on it.

"Ah, this is so comfortable." John muttered, feeling himself finally relax after being on a plane for hours. His suitcase lay on the floor carelessly but he paid it no mind as he whipped out his phone to text Alexander.

aestheticboi
I'm hereeee

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In NY.

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Harlem.

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Omfg really John?

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ye love

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Text me ur address!!!

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And so John sent his address and not even twenty minutes later, Alexander was knocking on the door of which Hercules opened, shocked to see many people standing in front of it.

"Hello, wow, Alex John is bigger than you said he was." Peggy Schuyler tilted her head to the side with a slight frown. "I wonder how big he his down there..."

"Margarita!" Hercules hid his blush with a light smile as he watched a girl in a blue shirt yank the curly haired girl back. "That is not how you greet people, you know this!" Her seemingly sister scolded her while Herc directed his attention the the other people.

"John didn't tell me Alex was inviting over friends." He tried his best grin. "Which one of you is Alexander anyway?"

"M-me!" A voice squeaked from the back. Hercules watched with utter amusement as Alex moved to the front, being almost shorter than the three girls that were crowed in the front. "I'm Alex! A-Alexander Lin Manuel Miranda-Hamilton, actually," he shyed away.

Hercules smiled and nodded, "Well, John's here." He stepped back to let the many people in, motioning to the couch and few chairs in the tiny family room.

"Ah, who are these people you have let into my fortress?" Lafayette groaned with an accent and Hercules was about to scream at him. The french man had built a blanket fort on the couch, with a broomstick in the middle acting as a house foundation.

"Laf, these are Alex's friends." Some of them giggled at the clueless french man but immediatly backed away when he jumped up and glared at them, head spinning a bit.

"Which one of you is Alexander?"

Peggy pushed Alex forward, causing him to trip and fall into the French man. "H-hi..." He muttered and Lafayette held him by his shoulders, easing closer to his face with a sharp stare. Alex looked terrified.

"Do not break my John and I will not break your neck. Deal?" He flashed a drunken smile and stepped back.

"I am Marquis de Lafay- oh mon dieu, thOMAS?" From behind the rest of Alexander's friends, indeed there was a poof of hair sticking up. Very noticeable. Thomas stepped forward with a smirk and waved to the frenchman. "Hey, Laf. Long time no see."

"Ah, Thomas!" Hercules frowned as jealousy rose in his stomach seeing Lafayette hug the other mam. The skinner, more attractive man. He crossed his arms and said nothing.

"It is so nice to see you after being away from you for such a long time!" When they pulled from the hug, Marquis kissed both of his cheeks. "Where have you been?"

"Out and about. Just graduated college on a bachelor's degree in law so I plan to start working later." He smiled at him as he was genuinely happy to see his best french friend.

"Good, that is great." Hercules mentally thanked Alexander for ending their reunion.

"So, where's John?"

"Oh!" He nearly forgot, "John, Alex and his friends are here!" Hercules yelled up up the stairs and heard a faint answer. "I know..."

Herc turned to Alex, "I think he's shy."

"I'll go talk to him." Alex offered and Hercules nodded, letting the shorter boy climb the stairs to the bedrooms.

When he got there, he didn't expect to see John sitting on the edge of one of the beds with his head in his hands. Alexander gasped when we he saw the top of John's head.

"J-John...you cut your hair?"

John looked up, shocked to hear his boyfriend's voice. He seemed shocked, which blarred police sirens in John's head. He subconsciously ran a hand through his now short hair before looking up at Alexander, quite surprised. "You cut your hair too?!"

Ah, yes.

Alexander had also cut his hair unpremeditatedly the same style.
But both had no idea they were sporting the same hairstyle along with their Nike slippers and tumblr aesthetic hoodies.

"Y-yeah, I wanted to try something new." Alex flushed, approaching his boyfriend. "I didn't think you'd cut yours though..."

"Do you...do you like it?" John tried to hide his blushing face by looking down. Only causing Alex to tilt his chin up with his finger tips. He hummed and checked both sides, frowning as he turned back to John.

"I don't like it."

"You love it?"

"No."

John bit his lip and tried to surprise the burning in his eyes but failed helplessly. Tears pooled in his eyes. He felt embarrassed now. He thought that Alexander would like his new haircut. John liked it, but if Alex didn't, that'd hurt his feelings even more. Plus he was already emotional upon meeting his boyfriend again.

His lip started quivering and Alex laughed. "Hmm... it's not that bad." He reassured but John only continued to silently cry.

Alexander grinned and rustled his hand through the short hair, taking his other one and doing the same. Until John's hair looked like he got shocked by an electric current. He smiled and pecked his lips.

"You look fucking beautiful."

"B-but you just messed up my-"

"I made it better," Alex joked.

"I l-look like Frankenstein..." John cried out, and Alex held him. "Frankenstein gets all the babes."

"F-frankenstein was ugly." John cried into his shoulder and Alex laughed.

"Frankenstein was sexy as hell," he pulled away from him and stared him in the eyes. "And you are sexier than a slice of hot pepperoni pizza on a Friday night."

John huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're so mean to me.." he pouted, wiping his tears.

"I was just joking, John.." The latter rolled his eyes but hugged Alex again. "It's good to see you." The freckled boy muttered.

"You too, bugga."

"Bugga?"

"Bugaboo," Alexander giggled and booped his nose.

John smiled and wiped his face again. "How many of your friends are here?"

"Well," Alex hummed in thought. "I invited Eliza, Angelica and Peggy. Eliza's my ex, by the way." He muttered at the end. "Then Maria was supposed to come but she had a volleyball game. She's the girl I cheated on my ex with," John mentally noted that.

"And... James and Thomas came along as well. I think that's it." Alex let John breathe into his torso as he finished. He stepped back and bent down to kiss his head. (Because John was still sitting a d Alex was standing)

"Thomas came?"

"Yes."

"Like, you're ex, Thomas?"

"Yes baby."

John nodded and smiled. "Okay, leave, I'm going to get dressed."

"But-"

"Go, daddy." He threw in the word to make Alex leave but that only made him kiss his lips roughly.

"Only call me daddy in bed, sweetheart." He pecked his lips once again, purposely slipping out his tongue to let him know he was serious.

Kinks shall only be shared between the two, not everyone else outside their sex life. Unless, of course, they have a threesome. Or foresome.

Alex always wanted to try that.

The thought made him shake his head to steer away from that road.

"'Cmon," he muttered, pulling John up by his arms. "Let's go say hi to my sorry ass excuse of friends."

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"So....your Alexander's new boyfriend?" John turned around to see a tall poof ball talking to him. At first he freaked out but then came to terms that the poof ball had a head and body.

Sigh of relief.

"Oh, um yeah. What's your name by the way, I don't think Alex introduced me to you yet." John splayed a pretty calm smile, despite being surrounded by many people. They were at a Chinese buffet, currently in line with their plates, so they were pretty crowded.

"I'm Thomas."

"John."

They shook hands.

John seemingly unaware that that was the Thomas. As in Alexander's ex boyfriend, Thomas.

"So, what do you plan on getting?"

"I uh, I've never really been here so I don't know yet." John shrugged nochantly as their turn to get their food was nearing.

Thomas picked up a plate and begun piling Chinese food onto it. John, unsure of what to do, followed along, placing a few spring rolls on his and a serving of ramen. Once they both were content with their food, they met the others at the large conjoined tables.

Alexander beckoned John over to sit across from him in which the other agreed, setting down his plate. In a way, John was content with dining with Alexander's friends, including Peggy Schuyler, whom he met over the internet on a book reading app. Of course, this would be his first time actually seeing her.

"John!" She gushed, leaning over Eliza and patting the soft hair on his head. "I love your hair! You look so hot, like a fuck boy or something."

And something about that sentence made Alexander smile.

"Peggy! Language!"

"Your not my mom, Angelica!"

"So, John..." The man of the hour turned to the voice speaking to him and smiled.

Eliza.

The girl was like a delicate flower, smooth dark hair brushed back behind her ears as the blue from her blouse brought out the color of her eyes. She wore a basic outfit of a shirt and jeans, yet she looked so beautiful. John could tell alone, that she was a book reader, loved to read and fill her head with knowledge. He could also tell she had a warm heart, perhaps she'd be a good mother someday as the motherly aura hung about her. John smiled, for he was eye to eye with Aphrodite herself. And it made him wonder how Alex could ever chest on someone as warm hearted as her. Eliza.

"How'd you and Alex get together?"

John had to snap back to reality, in a trance from her beauty. Her voice made him feel calm. John maintained his sincere smile. "Well, he just kind of texted me, then we started talking and decided to meet up."

John was startled when the whole table cooed in awe. He didn't think everyone was listening. In fact, the only people who didn't coo we're Alex and Thomas. Thomas, because he thinks his love story is better.

But that's just how Thomas is with everything.

"Amourrr, why can not we be like that?" The still drunk, slightly sober Lafayette pouted, falling on to his boyfriend's shoulder with a pout.

John rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't feel like their love story was that adorable. He felt like it was quite strange, yes, but adorable just didn't fit to him. Plus, he left out a lot of stuff like the daddy calling and the dirty texting.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you and Alexander get together?" John was curious as to how his boyfriend had dumped such a pretty girl. Alex frowned slightly but Eliza grinned.

"We me at a party. Got each other's numbers and from there we fell in love." He gave her a side eye.

"Why couldn't we fall in love like that, Mon cherrrrr!" Lafayette cooed, salty that seemingly everyone had a better love story than his.

"So... how'd you guys break up?" John knew it was a touchy subject but decided to ask anyway. All of Alex's other friends knew so why couldn't he? "Well it was a time in our relationship where we were drifting away. Eliza had her volunteering at the day care and I was so caught up on getting better test scores than Jeffershit-"

"Hey!"

John watched with a content smile as the two made faces at each other. "Push came to shove and it got to the point where I just stopped talking to her. I purposely ignored Eliza when we'd walk down the halls, never answered her calls or texts, I was just so distracted."

"Wow Alex, you're an ass." Lafayette commented from Hercules' lap. The got a weird glance from an old man who sat at a booth near them.

"Yeah," he laughed, "I am."

"After getting bullied a lot and dealing with drama regarding my adoption papers and whether custody of me should fall to the orphanage or to my George, I began to grow depressed." He cleared his throat and John could tell he was beginning to get serious. He wanted to hold his hand but couldn't tell if he wanted to--to comfort himself or Alex.

"One night, I was thinking bad thoughts while watching porn-"

"Okay really? Right in front of my salad?"

"I'm joking. Just seeing if you guys were paying attention." He started again, "I was thinking bad thoughts while in my room when I got a message from someone named 'Bonnie&Clyde17' who asked me what was I doing. We talked a bit and I soon found out she was Maria Reynolds."

After a week of talking, she corned me in the library and we had sex in the teacher's lounge-"

"Okay damn, like you're just throwing out all this nasty shit while I'm just trying to enjoy my salad-"

"We get it, Peggy." Angelica muttered matter of factly.

"Next thing I new, it became an occasional thing. She kept my mind from being depressed. Angelica eventually found out due to Maria's brother allegedly black mailing me and Eliza was heartbroken." He turned to her with a sad expression. "And I still feel guilty to this day."

"We broke things off rather easily but remained good friends."

John nodded in understanding as the waiter walked over with a few menus. "What would you guys like for desert?" He answered in a monotoned voice that matched his bored facial expression.

"Awh, Aaron! Don't be so butt hurt about being out waiter! You look cute in that apron." Thomas teased as the male taking their orders rolled his eyes.

"I can't wait to go home," he muttered and Alex spoke up.

"Why? There's no one waiting for you."

"There's a noose and a bottle of aspirin." He answered.

"O h."

"So can I get the Oreo parfait?" John decided to break the ice as it was getting too thin. "Anything for you, baby."

"Herc--amour, how come you don't call me baby?" Once again, Laf whined, poking his lip out in a childish pout with his arms crossed. "Because you're not a basic bitch like John-"

"Hey!"

When the deserts we're ordered, the story telling continued. "So Alex," Lafayette slyly mewled. "Tell us about you and Thomas. I'm sure there's some juicy tea we're all waiting to here about." He leaned back into his seat with a radiant smirk on his lips.

Ah, the tea.

"Well, long story short, we needed a break so we took one." Thomas answered, not even hesitating.

"Tell us how you fell in love," for the first time, John heard the James guy speak, slightly shocked at how deep and sophisticated he sounded. Thomas, totally whipped for James, sighed.

"Well, as you may have known, I bullied Alex, but this is before I started warming up to him."

"He started warming up to me after he found out I was suicidal." Alex added.

"Yeah, that." Thomas rolled his eyes before continuing. "I started listening to his ideas more when we had debates and I started to see that he was actually quite smart for a midget with a tiny brain like his."

"Wow Thomas. I feel so loved."

"Shut up. Anyways, one day I invited him to study at the library, because the teacher for creative writing had out us together. We ended up talking about random things like his love for books and writing, or my love for cooking. Not to be cheesy or anything but I believe that's when I started to fall for him."

"Awww~"

"-Shut up, I'm not done yet."

Thomas bit his lip in thought, trying to remember everything by detail. "Ah, I remember being so nervous around him, to the point where I'd feel like I'm on fire. At the time I was still questioning my sexuality and I was scared of the fact that I actually might like boys."

I couldn't tell if I liked boys in general or if it was just Alex. To me, he became the highlight of my days, and so I told him I liked them and not so surprising, he liked me too. The dude even had a whole scenario written out about how we would get married and what our kids would look like. Gosh, he was so adorable."

He still is adorable, bitch...John snapped, in his mind as he casually bit back his smart remark and sipped his Sprite.

"So how'd you guys break up?"

"Like I said, we needed time to ourselves. We took a break which resulted in us eventually drifting apart and then breaking it off. Though somewhere deep down in my heart, I still love him." (insert crying man memesksks)

John noticed Alex pushing the food around on his plate with a chopstick. He wondered how the boy even knew how to used them but decided that was not important. As knowing how his boyfriend's last relationship went was more important.

"Why'd you decide to take a break?" John felt the tension in the air thicken.

"Well, I will say my reason is because I noticed two things about Alexander as we were dating. One, he was always over working himself, doing whatever he could to make me happy, to make me comfortable. Not that that's really a reason since I always did the same for him but sometimes it'd affect the way he lived." Jefferson's gaze shifted over to Alex before flicking back to his plate.

"Number two..." He started with a huff. "He was like a puppy; when you pet him, he will attach to you. He will rely on you."

Eliza spoke up, frowning. "What's so wrong with that? Aren't you supposed to rely on your boyfriend?"

"See Alexander-"

"Thomas."

John looked up from his plate, mouth stuffed with ramen as he tried to swallow it down but ended up coughing at the sound of Alex's voice. Lafayette whacked his back and watched as he drunk some more of his Sprite.

The way Alexander was glaring at Jefferson sent chills down their spines. The mere fact that no one really knew why they broke up made the tension in the air thicken. Everyone wanted to know why, but at the same time, feared that it wasn't their book to read. The glare seemingly intensified as Thomas grew cold in his seat. He hadn't gotten a icy glare like that from Alexander in a long time and that really made his stomach go uneasy.

And then there's John, sitting there still coughing from the aftermath of the attack on noodles.

Man this tea was good..

"I think we should change the topic..." Angelica started slowly and everyone agreed. John tried his best to ignore the hurt expression on Alexander's face as the deserts we're served.

John was the only one to thank their grumpy waiter. He found that weird.

"Don't worry," Peggy assured him. "Burr is a dirt patch. He's always moody so it's nothing different."

John nodded along, digging into his parfait while listening to the others bicker and ramble on about random things and how their days went. He wasn't as distracted though, for Alex was his main concern.

He saw the boy looking distraught and decided to cheer him up by nudging his foot under the table playfully. Alexander flinched out of his thoughts and peaked under the table and smiled a bit at John's foot touching his. He sat back up and kicked him back, resulting in a secret foot war.

Alex made a noticeable hiss when John kicked his shin, the boy looking like he didn't do a thing while eating his parfait. Jokes on John...

Because Alexander had a plan.

John felt something rubbing against his lower leg and his eyes immediatly glanced at the carribean boy who rested his chin in his palm, listening to the sisters rant about things.

Looking back down at his food, he attempted to eat again, getting distracted as the foot belonging to the other, nudged him again. His eyes shifted back up at Alex and they met for a second before the latter looked away. This made John frown in confusion. And he stayed confused until he felt his foot traveling up his leg. Not his shoe, his foot.

Alexander's woman sized,, cotton socked, foot. On his thigh.

Making it's way downtown.

Growing nervous, John used his hand to pushed the foot away. His phone buzzed shortly after and he was surprised to see Alex's contact pop up.

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"Off your phone John, it's rude to have it out at the table." Hercules, in his scolding mom voice said while a sober Lafayette continued to adorably shove his mouth with french fries beside him. He was still at awe that there were actually foods named something french related. He wondered what else there was..

French toast?

Oh.

John, face flustered, nodded quietly and sat his phone down. He glanced back at Alex who started talking to the Angelica girl about some sexual assault case. John's question was how Alex could do two things at the same time:

Succeed in making John grow hard in public and talk about sexual assault while doing it.

Alexander's foot was so close to John that the latter held his breath without knowing and also let a small whine without knowing. Causing the table to look at him and once he noticed he played it off with "I-I hit my toe under the table."

Which was mostly believable, lucky him.

He was also lucky that everyone started to gather their belongings and taking out money to pay for the bill. While everyone pitched in to pay, John took it as a chance to excuse himself to the restroom, throwing on Hercules' hoodie in hopes of covering his little..... situation.

John made it to the bathroom without any interruptions but nearly lost his shit when he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"My baby's so soft."

He recognized the voice and huffed, letting Alex envelope him in a hug. "I hate you."

"Hate is such a strong word," the now short haired Alexander muttered, hugging his boyfriend tighter. "You know you love me."

"Do I know that?"

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He spun the other boy around, looking into his eyes while also admiring his hair. "You better." He brought his lips to his in a slow and soft kiss, hands on John's hips and well aware of his boner.

"I can help you with that, you know?" Alexander Homo-ton broke the light kiss and pressed his lips under John's ear.

"No, I'll be fine." John pulled away until he got attacked in a kiss. He wanted so badly as to throw the boy into urinals but also wanted the boy to free him of his discomfort in his pants. John didn't want to do such things in a public bathroom.

Their tongues fought for dominance and as per usual, Alexander won. He snaked his arms around John's hips and pulled him closer so that their bodies were touching. The submissive let out a groan as he only continued to get harder, if that was even possible.

The dominant Alexander pushed him against the cold tile wall and started to grind into him, face growing hot at the small moans his boyfriend let out. He removed his hands from the latter's waist, using one to play with his hair as the other palmed him through his jeans.

Alex wore a smile, knowing his baby wasn't that far from coming.

John's hands found themselves unbuttoning his pants, breathing abnormally as Alexander pushed both of them into a bathroom stall, the stall being a bit small but who gave a fuck at the moment?

Alex pushed John down on the closed toilet seat and brushed down his pants, kissing his bare inner thighs as the other whined and wiggled uncomfortably in his boxers. Alexander took the time to admire John's choice of Deadpool under wear and laughed at the sight.

"What's up with you and super heroes?"

"They're j-just cool, okay?"

Shaking his head, Alex began pulling down the under wear, kitty licking his tip before speaking again.

"Did you know that when me and Thomas first had sex, it was all pet play, nerd stuff like "rawr!" and "nya!" We were amateurs and it is really cringey to speak of-"

"Alex I don't know if you knew this but I don't fucking like Thomas."

John groaned and Alex nodded, beginning to suck him off. He started at the top and worked his way to the bottom, stretching out his mouth as he did so, smiling a bit at the pleased sounds his boyfriend made. He brought his mouth down to the base of his dick and gagged a bit as it throbbed in the back of his throat.

(Ew tf how people do this shit?)

John tried to suppress a loud moan as he felt himself in the back of his throat, accidentally thrusting which sent Alexander into a coughing fit. The boy's attempt to pull away was stopped when John grabbed a fist full of hair, making him gag again.

He tried not to think about Alex with Thomas, tried not to think about the thoughts of Alexander on his knees, begging for the broccoli headed jackass to fuck him relentlessly until he couldn't breathe or see-

John pulled Alexander's hair harder.

He soon came into his mouth without a care in the world. Alex coughed and spit out the the liquid as he frowned up at John. "W-what the hell?"

"You...you are mine. Okay?" In an instant Alex knew he was seeing the dominant side of John, the jealous, possessive, protective side of John.

The fucking hot side of John.

"I think I already knew that, sweetheart." Alex laughed a bit, standing up from the ground and wiping small tears from his eyes. He wiped his mouth and shirt off as well. John followed his lead, wiping himself off with some tissue before pulling up his boxers and jeans.

"It would've been sexy if you could have swallowed it, you know." He muttered as they left the stall, heading towards the sinks. Alexander examined his swollen lips and now messy hair.

"I don't eat kids, that's cannibalism."

"Shut the hell up-" they both shared a laugh, John helping Alex clean himself up which just so happen to end with them locking lips again.

John pressed Alex against the sink and as he was about to insert his tongue in the kiss, a voice stopped them.

"Nasty ass hooligans sucking each other's face off, go get a room!"

John, startled, launched away from Alex who was about to yell at whoever yelled at them when he saw who it was. "Hey! You're that one kid that keeps stealing my seat on the bus!" He turned to John and his eyes widened profoundly. "And you're the ass that stole my seat on the plane!"

Alex frowned and squinted his eyes at the old man before him, smirking as his mind renewed itself. "Maybe you should walk faster, you old ass turtle."

The old man, hair greyed on the top of his head, pants pulled up past his belly button and shirt tucked in a fit, huffed aloud in annoyance. John supposed that maybe the old man and Alex had a history. Perhaps a bad one full of seat theft and smart mouthed comments.

"Lord Almighty, this century is full of bullshit." He muttered into his palm with distress.

"Actually," John cut in with his nerd aesthetics. "Your century is the one who raised us. So if you want a generation to blame for the present, choose yours."

The man scoffed, pushing past Alex who shoved him back before leaving the restroom. "You think he heard us moaning and shit..?"

"I hope he did. That nasty old fart didn't even wash his hands." Alexander shuddered in disgust before turning back to the sinks, finishing cleaning himself up so that he looked presentable enough to leave.

"Let us go, my prince." he kissed the back of his baby's hand, smiling contently. John bit his lip, letting Alex lead him to the door, the latter pausing and smile dropping after noticing the look on John's face.

"What's wrong?"

A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over him and he began to feel hot. "I-It's silly, really...." Alex held both of his hands, eyebrows scrunching up.

"I doubt that. Just tell me, I'll be fine with it."

John fixed his gaze on the ground beneath him and sighed before speaking. Though, his words came out as incoherent mumbles. "What was that, baby?"

"I-I rather you call me...p-princess."

The carribean boy was quite confused until reality hit him, then he chuckled. John was so cute when he was shy, it made Alexander want to wrap him in a blanket and protect him from everything cruel and scary in the world. Like over cooked Ramen noodles and anime with no subtitles. He felt like he was blissed out on some happy pill because his smile only grew bigger. Gosh, this boy was so cute! He nearly fell over in a heart attack.

"Of course, princess. You don't have to be ashamed of little things like that." With a smile that could melt cold hearts, Alex pecked his boyfriend's cheek. He was glad that John was starting to live a little. Growing out of his shell and being able to open up to him more.

It made him want to shower his love with tons of kisses and give him the entire world.

John sheepishly grabbed Alex's hand before they finally left the bathroom, their friends having already left the restaurant.

As per notified by the very displeased Aaron Burr.

So off to the streets of Manhattan the new couple went. Hand in hand like a generic romance movie.

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"Try this on bubba," with a smile and a few giggles, Alexander handed him the music note printed silk scarf that he felt matched John's etiquette and attitude.

The latter dipped his head and allowed his boyfriend to place the scarf around his neck and marvel at the sight of it. Alex grabbed his Polaroid camera from around his neck and snapped a picture, biting his lip to stop his grin from forming.

John loved that about Alexander. He loved how masculine the other felt and how safe he felt in the grasp of him. He loved New York. He loved the busy streets, buzzing cities, and even the nice street venders. It was all such an overwhelming feeling, but in a good way. Especially since he had Alexander by his side. It was like nothing could get in their way..

Until-

"John, watch out!"

Before Alexander could pull his boyfriend away from the impact of the speeding car, it had already hit him. He watched with wide eyes as John fell under the vehicle, falling to the ground from the pressure. Other pedestrians screamed as the only thing visible of the boy was the velvet puddle of blood on the ground.

"John! Oh my shit, are you okay?" Alexander dropped to his knees and cupped the boy's face in his hands, watching his boyfriend blink rapidly.

"Who the hELL threw that toy car at my face?!" Sitting up, John growled, searching the faces of the citizens on the street as his nose bled.

"I am so sorry, sir! My son doesn't know any better! He's really young, so please excuse him." A young woman pleaded desperately, handing John a tissue. She had kind brown eyes that sparkled with a sincere apologetic
glow.

John stood up with the help of Alex and was about to yell something at her when Alex stopped him. "John calm down, it was clearly an accident."

"Yeah but if you were the one to get hit, you would've already thrown the kid at a brick wall." He shot him a look as he wiped his nose once more with the napkin.

"Sebastian, that was rude. Apologize, now." The mother ordered the young child as embarrassment washed her face.

"Sebby no likey!" The child huffed, pointing a stubby finger at John who had to get held back by Alexander.

"Johnny no likey either!" John retorted with much anger, scoffing and sticking his tongue out at the child who mirrored his expression. Alex held back a laugh as he watched the two.

"C'mon John, let's go. I'm sure Vanessa doesn't want us starting petty fights with her five year old." Alex lead his John away from the scene, placing a hand on his waist and pulling him to his side as he did. He tried to mask John's distress by comforting him, which seemed to work a bit.

"How do you know her name is Vanessa?" John piped up.

"I don't know. She just looks like a Vanessa."

"Or a Jessica."

"Jessica is too cliché. More like a Samantha."

And so they continued talking, eventually forgetting about the little incident and focusing more on the nice weather and each other.

John felt content at the peacefulness surrounding them. Despite the busy streets, burning sun, and constant rush of people, the two found the space quite comfortable. It was surreal, almost. The fact that he had someone to hold his hand through all the tough times or all the good times makes him feel warm inside.

Maybe Alex was like John's very own comforter. Like his own big fluffy blanket that he could wrap himself in if he ever felt cold or scared or just simply felt in need of comfort.

John bit back a smile at his thoughts and looped his arm in Alexander's, making him smile at him before going back to observing the streets of lower Manhattan.

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Concluding their wonderful time together, Alex decided to stop at a small shop when they passed Chinatown and bought a cute little Hello Kitty lock before dragging John across the Brooklyn bridge.

Now John, being the nice, innocent, and adorable little baby bun he is, personally told Alexander that he was not okay with the idea of 'locking' on the Brooklyn bridge. So many things could happen! Like Alex could tumble off into the dark depths of the ocean, or get hit by a fast bicycling guy. Then there's always that one thing John dreads will ever happen to Alexander...

He gets kidnapped by an old woman in a Elmo suit.

Just know that Elmo terrifies him, ask John why and he'll give you a four hour explanation as to how his childhood was ruined.

"Here," A spaced out John directed his attention from the city veiw of the bridge and to Alexander who held the lock. The wind was loud in his ears and the chatter of people didn't help it either. John had warned Alex that there were too many people around for them to place the lock on the bridge, but Alexander responded with a rainbow full of curse words directed to anyone who he thought would report them.

And so here they were, two hundred and seventy feet in the air, John holding Alex's hand as they stupidly climbed the side of the Brooklyn bridge.

Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by a few people.

Even a priest stopped by and told them that they should devote their lives to the Lord and repent their far too dirty sins. But John knew he was going to hell anyway.

They weren't trying to jump, no, far from that. They just wanted to place their dumb ass Hello Kitty lock on a steel bar.

"Alex! Okay, I think this is far enough!" John yelled over the the wind and panicked screams of people watching. Alexander, who wasn't fearful at all of the outrageous event, successfully placed the lock on the bar with a grin.

"See? I did it John!"

"I see! Now get your dumbass down before we both fuckin' die!" By now, John was hugging onto on of the thin rods holding up the bridge.

(A/N, yes people really do climb the bridge to place a lock on it. It supposedly represents couples locking their love together or if someone dies, then people can put the lock up there to remember them. So ye, don't do this shit if you live in NYC.
Ex. 👇

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"Okay, calm down John, I'm-" John screamed like a a pubescent child when he saw Alex's foot slip, causing one of his shoes to fall off.

"Ohmyfuckinggosh, Alexander whatever-your-middle-name-is Hamilton, get your fucking ass down!"

"Geez John, since when do you cuss?" Depsite the seriousness of the situation, Alexander let out a nervous chuckle.

"You're fucking laughing!?" On the brink of tears, John yelled, still holding the cold metal tightly. He felt that if he'd let go, he'd most certainly fall to his death.

"Oh my God, John, stop crying!" Alex moved his bare foot closer to his boyfriend. "I'm not going to die."

Once his socked foot met the steel, it immediately slipped, Alex himself screamed a bit when gravity pulled his lower body down, his other shoe falling off as his noodle legs dangled. The crowd of people only grew larger and they all started panicking upon seeing Alexander dangling, his arms being the only reason he's still alive.

"I fuckin' swear Alex, if you fuckin' fall, I'll fuckin' jump off of this fucking bridge with you!" John has a tendency of abusing the 'F' word when he's scared. There's tears in his eyes which made his vision blurry but he didn't seem to care, all he knew was that if Alex fell, he'd fall too.

After all, they did fall in love together, so why couldn't they fall to death together? It's not like they're going to live anyway, the bridge is hundreds of feet above water. And if they do manage to live, who's to say they won't get eaten by sharks?

But in John's head, he'd already planned it out, he'd jump right in after Alexander, no hesitation needed as he'd let go of the steel pole and let himself plummet to the depths of the ocean. For John actually would rather die with Alexander than live without him.

He meant that much to the other.

Even if they hadn't known each other for long, Alex was the one John trusted the most, and if he wanted to get real, John actually changed Alexander. The Alexander who'd text random people and flirt endlessly. The Alexander who needed and wanted attention and affection from someone. Because if John was honest, he would say that he knows Alex doesn't like being dominant all of the time. And that was fairly fair.

John openly enjoyed being the big spoon from time to time.

And he'd enjoy it even more if they'd live to see themselves tangled in each other's arms again.

"Good evening New York, I'm Jessica Madloch, live right now at the scene of an eleven year old boy and his thirteen years old friend, trying to commit suicide together. Witnesses claimed the boys climb the bridge in order to end their lives because of the recent death of their cats, whom they say raised them since they were little." The news anchor held a sorrowful facial expression as she carried on with her fake news.

"They boys have been stuck here for over three hours, hopelessly crying and screaming out for help. I'm here with the cheese of the fire department who says, it's more like a cat caught in a tree situation," the lady then pauses to interview a firefighter who neither Alex nor John had remembered being at the scene at all.

As soon as the cameras turned off, Jessica pulled a flask out of her bra and took a sip.

"Hey you bitch! I'm not eleven! I'm a grown man, and we aren't commiting suicide!" Alex defended, despite still dangling nearly three hundred feet in the air, he still had a quick tongue..

"Sorry kid, I get paid to lie on camera." Jessica, apparently hearing Alexander's yell of anger, barked a retort of her own, shoving her flask back in her shirt.

"Seriously Alex! You're really trying to start an argument while you're like, five seconds from death!?"

"Okay, okay, you're so snappy when you're terrified." Alexander pulled his tired arms up as he tried to bring his body up so that he could at least lessen the chance of instant death.

He managed to pull his upper body up, hanging in a weird position with his stomach against the cold steel. He took this time to hastily kicked off his socks and let them fall into the water below, thus allowing his feet to grip the steel without slipping.

The firefighters had already managed to successfully get John down safely and soon the same for Alex, only that instead of being welcomed back down, him and John was welcomed to a police car and charged with second-degree reckless endangerment and third-degree criminal trespassing.

So much for a love lock.

And so five hours later, here they were, in a holding cell, waiting on George and Martha Washington to finish sorting out paperwork and praying that John and Alexander's asses don't go to jail.

"John, I'm sorry..." For the nth time since they got there, Alex muttered, sitting on the rigidity bed next to him.
John had yet to respond, giving Alexander the silent treatment for not only scaring him and half of New York, but for even dragging him in all of it.

"You know we could've died, Alex?" By the harshness of his tone, Alexander knew not to piss his boyfriend off at this point. If it was possible to even piss him off more than he already did.

"I'm well aware of that fact. But at least we have a story to tell our children, right?" He said lowly, as if he said it any louder, John might snap.

"I was scared, Alex," John gritted out through his teeth. "If you would've fell..." His voice got stuck in his throat, giving Alexander a since of mind that John was being serious.

He bit his lip, looking down in guilt as his boyfriend continued talking. "I was so ready to end my life for you. With you." The freckled boy averted his own gaze to his clenched fists. "I was just waiting....waiting for your hand to slip, waiting for you to let go, so that I could go down after you."

"But why?" Alex had to ask, in all his life, he had never met anyone who'd give their life up that easy for him. He was pretty sure that if he and box of Poptarts we're hanging off of a cliff, George would save the poptarts and eat them while watching Alex fall to his death.

Sad but partly true situation. Maybe not the Poptart part. Perhaps I'd be switched with some old man snack like an Almond Joy, then maybe Alexander should fear his death.

"When someone is in love, they'd do anything to stay with the person they love. Don't say you've never felt that, because I'm sure you've felt that way when you were with Thotmas." John let out a puff of irritated breath. "You probably still feel that way about him now."

"John stop. You know that isn't true," the smaller boy placed his hand on his boyfriend's thigh, sighing tiredly. "I love you, not Thomas. I don't even know why you even brought him up, but he's irrelevant to our relationship. Of course I still care about him, and if he just died out of no where, of course I'd still be sad. But not as sad as I would be if I ever lost you." Alex glanced at him with a genuine smile on his lips, "because I love you, John." He used his hand to hold John's tense one, calming him down with his touch.

"And if the situation on the bridge were switched, I'd jump right in after you. Hell, I'd even try to fight off a million sharks while you swam to safety." He squeezed his hand tighter as he heard John chuckle a bit.

With a sad smile on his face, John took the authority to lean on Alexander, the latter immediately bringing his arm around to pull John closer to him.

He leaned into his warmth, wiping the tears from his cheeks. John let out a laugh as he fully became aware of the situation he's in. "I had oral sex in a bathroom stall, yelled at a hobo, almost killed a five year old, climbed the Brooklyn Bridge, almost died, and got arrested for the first time ever.."

Alex looked at him, unsure as to why he was laughing until he said, "This shows how much of a jackass boyfriend you are.."

(Bitttch I just watched that video of Liza and David breaking up and I'm ready to attack YouTube istg)

"It's not like I forced myself to suck your dick-"

"But you did it anyway!"

"Well yeah, who could pass that up?"

"Can you guys not talk about sucking dick while you're in a prison cell?" George groaned loudly, rolling his eyes as the guard opened the cell door for him.

"My George!" Alexander launched up from John's grasp and hugged his George tightly. "My George, my love, my dashing Knight in shining armor-"

Martha pulled back Alexander by his collar, saving George from the shower of kisses he'd rained on his face. "Mine." She pointed at George with a stern finger and Alex nodded firmly.

"All yours captain!" With a salute, Alex excused himself to go wrap his arms around John.

"So....are we going to jail?"

"Nope. Alexander's behavior is 'because of his depression' which he has been diagnosed with. So instead of any sentence, he is now going to attend therapy classes every Tuesday and Thursday." George lead them out of the cell and to the front desk of the station.  "As for John," he turned back to look at the boy. "You aren't charged because you were trying to 'save' Alexander."

"But we weren't-"

"Shshhshshshshshh!" Alex shushed John with wild hand movements and tons of spit induced shushing.

John took his word for it and was wildly confused when they just walked out of the police station, no interrogation, no more questions or even a finger print.  He was pretty sure they didn't even put the crime on their records.

Once they were in George's car, Alex spoke up. "This isn't the first time I've gotten arrested, John." He gave him a cheeky smile. "Not saying I like using a mental disorder to get out of jail, but if it can reduce me to therapy classes and not fifty years in prison, why not?"

John buckled in his seat belt as the car started. "That's kind of bad, Lexi." Alex buckled in next to him in the backseat. "All the school shooters do it, why can't I?"

"Can you two shush already? It's bad enough I had to lie to the police, the least you guys could do is give me some peace and quiet."

"George is right." Martha agreed.

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John was back at the Airbnb with  Alex, hesitant on opening the door due to the sounds coming from behind it. The loud grunts and occasional screams made John want to puke.

"Just open the door," Alex laughed at the expression on John's face.

"And ruin their sexy time? No thanks."
The words 'sexy time's made Alexander snort his iced tea out of his nose.

"Not necessarily ruin it. Who knows, maybe they'll ask us to join them?" John wacked him upside his head and rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, like they'll just open the door and ask for a foursome."

To say John was surprised would be an understatement. He was utterly and over the top shook when Lafayette opened the door and said "Hi John, hi Alex, care for a foursome?"

"Yes," Alex immediately answered, stepping into the doorway only for John to yank him back.

"No." He spat, though he was still shocked that Father Time betrayed him like that.

"What? You don't want to play a round of Mario Kart? I have two extra controllers." Lafayette offered with kind of a hurt expression. He hadn't seen John all day since the restaurant and he genuinely wanted to know more about Alex.

"Oh. We thought you meant you wanted us to join you in your sexy time." John slapped Alex once again as he laughed.

"Sexy time? Wow, just because I am french, does not mean I am a sexaholic." Holding his hand up to his chest in mock offence, Lafayette gasped. "I kicked Hercules's ass in four rounds. He keeps asking for a rematch."

"I only lost because my hand slipped!" Herc yelled from the background.

Laf leaned against the door frame, John just now taking in his baggy army fatigue sweatpants that hung off his hips, exposing a bit of his prominent V-line. His grey shirt was baggy as well, the hem of it ridding up on his stomach and giving away the slight imprint of a six pack.

When John's eyes met his face again, he jumped as they unexpectedly made eye contact. Lafayette had a knowing glare the he held for about five more seconds before turning back to the clueless Alexander who was absent mindedly rambling off about how Donald Trump was secretly sleeping with North Korea's president and 'faking the fued, because if everyone knew, their relationship would be ruined.' As qouted from Alexander himself.

Lafayette glared at John one John decided to pay attention to Alexander, for this wasn't the first time he got caught staring at his very attractive friend. But it wasn't like he liked Lafayette, it's just that the French man was attractive.

"-so I'm sitting there, barbeque sauce on my titties-"

"Okay, I think this conversation is over." John interrupted Alex, who was in the middle of telling a drastic story about how he almost fell in love with a McDonalds employee.

"Aw! But it was just getting to the good part!" Laf whined but stepped back in the doorway to let them pass.

"I personally think that I'm a good story teller," The carribean boy muttered, kicking off his shoes and following John's lead upstairs. John snatched the ice tea from Alexander's hand and took a sip.

"Yeah, if only the story was real."

Alex scoffed, "So are you saying that I'm only good for writing fiction?"

"Non-fiction means something that is real, right?" John walked into his room, setting the tea on the nightstand.

"Yes."

"Then that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Damn," the other pouted. "The tea has been served."

"Indeed it has."

They wasted no time in climbing into John's bed and getting comfortable, Alex flopping himself into John's lap and resting his legs on either side of the boy.  He wrapped his arms around John's neck and pecked his lips before leaning on his shoulder. John, who was leaning against the headboard of the bed, placed his hands on Alexander's hips, rubbing the dip of his back.

They stayed like this for a while, bathing in the warmth of each other's body heat. John let out a sigh of comfort as he held his big baby in his arms, heart full of emotions that he couldn't explain.

Despite all that happened in the last few days, John still felt madly in love with the other boy. The other boy who has given him happiness, who has made him feel special. The other boy who has given him a reason to continue to live on this horrible earth.

Of course, Nala has provided all of these things as well.

John internally praised his queen.

"John?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you ever question why I am the way I am?"

John frowned slightly, "Could you explain more about what you mean?"

The freckled boy felt Alexander shift in his lap to get more comfortable, head still resting on John's shoulder. "Like...how 'childish' I act, why I refuse to talk about my relationship with Thomas, or how I call my adoptive father 'my George'. Doesn't it all seem weird to you?"

Of course John has always thought about the things Alexander does but never would he call then weird. If anything, he's just grown used to it.

"To be honest, you probably thought you were talking to some Instagram sugar daddy--which to also be honest, I kinda was." John continued to listen to Alexander muttering to him from his shoulder. "But come to realize, I'm not at all like that."

Maybe a little bit... John thought.

"Like that one movie with that Ralph dude, when he figured out he didn't want to be a bad guy anymore- that's kind of how I felt. I felt like I was being untrue to you, but I didn't want to show you the real me because at that time-"

He cuts himself off suddenly, making John frown in concern. He smiled softly at his boyfriend and entwined their hands, giving it a soft squeeze and encouraging Alex to continue. "At that time..." He started again. "I thought that if Thomas didn't love me, no one would. And it was stupid and very emo and shit, but at the time...it seemed true."

John continued listening the smaller, feeling his grip tightening on his hand. "So I thought that if I put up this 'bad boy' facade, no one could hurt me anymore. But even then, after I met you online, you were like the odd one out. Usaully when I would ask people for 'pics', I'd get then. But you refused."

"You were smarter than the average bear and as I got to know more about you, I couldn't help but fall for you as well. You were so cute and innocent." Alex pulled back momentarily to glance at John with glassy eyes.

"Still cute, not so much innocent." He added, which made John giggle.

"So as I slowly began to drop that bad guy exterior, I began feeling comfortable with you. But now I'm just feeling overwhelmed with a shit ton of emotions because I basically cat fished you. You weren't expecting someone like me when you agreed to meet me, you even said it yourself, you thought I was gonna rape you or something," and suddenly, Alexander's glassy eyes began clouded with tears. Tears that stained the beautiful sun kissed skin on his cheeks.

"W-when you say....you love me, I can't help but think that maybe to me you say you love, actually isn't me." Alex mentally cursed himself for being a crybaby but he couldn't help but get emotional.

(Keke do u love me...ok I'm done)

"I don't think that, Lex." John assured, caressing the side of his face, (Alex leaning into his palm instinctively and it made John wanna squeal) wiping the tears from his cheeks with the pad of his thumb.

"How do I know that, John? How do I know that you may want someone else who doesn't act like a dumb baby, or someone who can make love to you and not fuck you like a rabbit? How do I know that you actually love me? I'm sorry i-" his voice cracked, sobs starting to wrack his body as he sloppily attempted to climb off of John.

John frowned and pulled Alexander back in, holding him tightly so that he wouldn't try to leave again. "You know that I love you. Who else can put up with your jokes or your attitude?"

Alex stayed silent, still trying to pry himself from John's monster grip. John rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing how dramatic Alex could be. He cuffed both his hands on the boy's chubby cheeks and stared into his teary eyes. "Baby, you need to chill."

Alexander unconsciously pouted his lips, letting out a few more tears. "Stop thinking that you don't deserve me. If anything, I don't deserve you." John thought the situation was kinda familiar, seeing as how only a few weeks ago, John was in the same position Alex was. He smiled a bit, brushing the hair out of Lex's hair.

"At first, I didn't know what to think of you. I thought you were just another fuckboy or a thug or something. But as I got to know you, Alexander Hamilton, I seen something different from that. I seen a huge dork who like binge watching wack Netflix shows and taking long and exhausting walks downtown." He dropped his hands and pressed a kiss to the brunette's lips.

"You're only who you think you are. If you think you're not worthy of me, okay then. You're entitled to your own opinion. But I can also ensure you that I think you're an amazing cuddle buddy," John tickled his sides, to which Alex frowned but ended up smiling a bit. "A handsome boyfriend," he pecked both his cheeks. "And a big baby." Alex let out a scoff but John rubbed it off.

"I love everything about you. Even your random anger towards socks and sandles-"

"It just doesn't make sense. If you want slippers, go buy slippers!"John smiled at Alexander's outburst and wiped his tears for him. "See what I mean? You're amazing Lex."

Alex sighed and pulled John back into a hug, resting his head on to of his shoulder. (Because Alex was still sitting on John's lap.) He inhaled the addicting scent of his boyfriend, smiling at the warmth radiating off of him.

"You really love me, John." He said more as a statement than a question.

John hummed in response, getting comfortable and the tiredness of the day taking a toll on him. "You love me, Alex?" He parroted and smaller boy climbed off of him and laid down on the bed, facing John and snuggling into the blankets.

"Of course, my princess." Alex smiled at the blush forming on John's cheeks.

"I'm only a princess for you. To everyone else, I'm like and ugly ogre."

"Let's not make make Shrek references right now."

"Whatever.."

The ding of a phone going off alerted John and he lazily leaned over to the side table to grab Alexander's phone. He frowned at the notification and sat the phone in between him and Alexander.

"Alex?"

"Hm?"

"You said you love me right?"

"Of course. I love you this much!" He expanded his arms as wide as he could, a goofy smile on his face.

"Then delete you Instagram account, yeah?"

"Oh..."

"If you do," John pretended to think, a sly smirk on his lips. He bit his lip and leaned in to whisper in Alexander's ear, his face going red a bit at the offer.

"Oh my God, John! How'd you get so corrupted by these sinful thoughts?" Alex laughed, a blushing John pushing him away playfully. "Deal or no deal?" John grinned.

Alex pressed his face into the fluffy pillow beside him and smiled sleepily. "Deal.

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Smut or fluff for an epilogue?

Sin squad?

Or

Fluff squad?

Please decided. Also sorry for the chapter being so late and sorta rushed.

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