Kink # 81, drunk

Warnings: smut, possible rape (but not actually rape, its just hes drunk so legally he can't give consent which means its technically rape, but it's not that bad... JUST READ IT YOU CHICKEN)

John's POV (Historic)

We had just won the war. Everyone was at the local bar. Everyone. Many people were drunk, stumbling around. I was a little buzzed. Not throwing up hangover the next morning drunk, just a little tipsy. My friends Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan, and Lafayette were all at a table with me, singing and drinking.

"Let's have another round tonight!" Alexander shouted as the bartender passed around mugs of beer or whiskey. Whatever it was. 

"Raise a glass to freedom!" I sang, "Something they can never take away!"

"No matter what they tell youu!~" Alexander continued. There was a special sparkle in his eyes. Maybe we were both drunk, I don't know. Then it happened. He winked at me. 

HE FUCKIN WINKED AT ME! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!?!?!? I shook it off and went back to drinking. I was still very confused, but figured it was just the beer speaking. 

Alexander was very flirtatious and sexual. He has always been that way. There is something else you need to know about Alexander. He's bisexual. I'm Homosexual, gay. These are terms no ones ever heard about. Alexander and I came up with them during the war when we shared a tent. Something might have happened if he didn't have a wife. Eliza is so sweet though, I wouldn't want to separate them. 

It was getting late. Being the good friend I am, I'm gonna make sure everyone gets home safe. That wouldn't be too hard because Herc was passed out on the table. He'd be good until tomorrow. Lafayette's brother in law dragged him home. Alexander on the other hand was walking around the bar talking to inanimate objects. 

"Welll hellloooo Mr. support poll~~ How are youuu?" He said putting his hand on the support poll that was holding up the roof beam. He was giggling intensely.

Then I remembered Eliza. She was horribly sick at home. If I brought Alexander home then it would all be a disaster. Sick wife and drunk husband don't exactly mix. I turn to one of the few sober people in the bar, Aaron Burr.

"Burr, I'm gonna go talk to Mrs. Hamilton, explain to her Alexander's situation." I informed him, "Make sure Alexander doesn't go anywhere." He nodded as I exited. I walked down the empty street and approached the Hamilton household. 

It was the middle of the night so I knocked quietly, knowing their toddler, Philip, was probably asleep. Angelica Schuyler came to the door.

"Good evening, Ms. Schuyler. I wasn't expecting you to answer the door." I said.

"Yes, well Alexander is a very busy man so I came over to help my dear sister, Eliza, while she is sick." She told me.

"Ah yes, about Alexander. May I speak to Eliza about him?" I asked.

"No, shes resting." She replied, "May I take a message?"

"You see, everyone was celebrating our victory at the bar and Alexander has gotten very drunk." I told her, "I figured it would be better for me to take him home and have him stay with me for the night then have him be another problem in your hair."

"That would be very nice." Angelica said, "Okay, that will be fine, thank you for thinking of Eliza."

"Of course. Good night, Ms. Schuyler." I said, laying a kiss on her hand. It was only polite.

"Good night, Mr. Laurens." She said. With that, I made my way back to the bar. 

Alexander was still wobbling around the bar. I waved at Burr and picked up Alexander, throwing him over my shoulder. 

"Wooooaooohhhh~~~" He said, "Are you a girl princess or a boy princess?" He was so drunk. 

We finally reached my house. I set him down on the couch. He reeked like beer and whisky.  

"C'mon, Alex, let's take off your over clothes and get them in the wash." I said as I started taking off his boots and jacket, top shirt and pants. He was just in his undergarmets. I got him a glass of water as he rammbled on about who knows what.

"Hey Johnny, you're pretty~" He mumbled. I was blushing so much.  I was on the couch and he had fallen into my arms. I had my arms under his trying to keep him off the floor. 

"I am so gay." I thought. 

"Okay, John, let me show you to your room." I said to him, leading him down the hall.

We finally reached the guest room. I lead him in, putting him on the bed. 

"Alright, you need to get some sleep." I told him, "my room is just across the hall if you need anything. Goodnight, Alexander."

He just stood up and hugged me. I was shocked at first, but then I hugged back. He let go and lied down on the bed. I smiled and walked out into my room.

The candle lamp I held was almost burned out, so I quickly changed into my night clothes, hopped in bed, and grabbed my book. I had started it a few weeks ago and I just could not put it down! It was so great. I was only a few pages in when my door opened. 

"John..." Alexander cried, obviously upset about something.

"Is everything alright, Alex?" I asked, putting down my book.

"I-I'm lonely. The bed is cold, I cannot sleep!" He whined

"Well, why don't you come hop in bed with me." I told him, "Its pretty warm and cozy."

"O-Okay..." He said coming around to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers. He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled into my side. "You can keep reading, Johnny, I don't mind..." He yawned. I went back to reading my book. Then I felt him wrap his legs around mine. 

Okay.... This doesn't mean anything... right?

Wrong. It meant something because right away he started grinding on the side of my leg. I could feel his hard through my pajamas.

"J-john..." He moaned.

"A-Alexander?" I asked, "What are you doing?" I put my book down on the nightstand as he straddled me and lied his head down on my chest, still grinding.

"John... I have a secret..." He said, "I'm hard..." He giggled. 

"Really?" I said sarcastically...

"Yeah..." He kept giggling, "D-do you think you can take care of it?" 

"Alexander, you're drunk, this isn't right." I told him, "I could get in big trouble."

"John, I'm sober enough to know I want this." He replied, "I won't tell. Watch. I, Alexander Hamilton, consent for you, John Laurens, to fuck me." 

I just laughed. He started to kiss me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Moans slipped from both of them. Alexanders grinding intensifies. Alex moved to my neck and found my sweet spot, sucking on my collar bone for a while, then moving lower, pulling up my nighting gown and kissing down my stomach. 

Alex took my dick in his hand and looked to me for consent (consent is key kids) I nodded at him and he took it into his mouth, bobbing up and down. I moaned. He licked my tip making me moan more. He popped off. I looked up wondering what he was doing now.

He climbed onto me and lowered himself down on my dick. He started to whimper a little, then finally starting to move. Alex bounced on me, moaning and stroking himself. 

God, he looks so beautiful. I run my hands up and down his bare chest. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. And holy fuck that smile makes me smile every time. 

"J-john, I'm gonna cum, John!" he shouted.

"Me too, Alex!" I replied. He came on our chests as I released inside of him. He immediately started crying. I pulled him off of me and placed him on my stomach. 

"Whats wrong, Alexander?" I asked him, wiping his tears.

"E-eliza... Eliza is whats wrong!" He cried, "I just cheated on her!" 

"Shh... It's okay..." I whispered to him, petting his head, "I won't tell if you don't tell."

"O-Okay...." He said, falling asleep on me. 

~ Time skippity do dah ~

Alex woke up next to me, groaning about a terrible headache, probably his hangover. 

"Yeah, it's just an intense pain in my head, I don't even remember last night! And my ass and legs hurt too....wait...." He told me, looking under the covers at himself and gasping. He looked under the covers again, but at me this time, and gasped even louder, "John, why are we naked in your bed???"

I laughed a little bit, "Alex, you were hammered last night, so I took you home instead of having you at your house with poor Eliza. I put you in the guest bedroom, but you came in saying the bed was cold, so you hopped in bed with me." I told him, "Then... you begged me to fuck you. I told you no because you were drunk, but then you got on top of me and rode me, that's probably why your ass hurts." 

"Oh my god..." He said. Then he shook it off and kissed me. I guess he was content!

Alrighty roo! That concluded another chapter! I didn't proof read, but oh well. Sorry it's a bit long, my stories tend to do that.

I have inspiration to do another chapter so expect that soon!

Happy reading!

-MintyFlower <3

Word count: 1575