Oh, look, it's more John and Alex being stupid cute together because I live for it... and just a touch of Alexiety Hamilton, since I love him, too.
Also, the smut scene was a last minute addition, hope it was worth the hour delay I just spent to add it in before shipping this baby out to you. I know y'all dig the smut, dirty rascals. ;) What's wrong with a little fan service, especially when these guys practically write it themselves (I mean, Alexander totally would). Speaking of fan service, I'm almost disgusted by myself for going full ITH, but since so many of you are reference lovers here it is, in unabashed glory, right out front and center because it just fit too well not to. Let me know what you think of the newest character addition... Some of y'all called it. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, I bow before you!
"Alex, we have to go to our party. Lafayette will castrate us if we're late."
I opened one eye and saw John fixing his tie, now back in his suit. I stretched and stood up, we'd slept the afternoon away, it was more sleep than I'd gotten in weeks. Grudgingly, I got up and dressed myself, back in my fancy regalia, feeling stupid being so dressed up in a place like Sofrito's, remembering the first time John and I were there together, him in a sportcoat. We made our way to the bar.
"Come in, come in!" Lafayette held the door for us.
I looked around and spotted friends and colleagues all over, Lafayette had put up some decorations, not the least of which was the impressive cake table, a tower of macarons stood as the foundation for a two tier cake. I gaped at the splendor.
"Do you like it?" Lafayette shouted over the music.
"It's perfect!" I cheered.
"You're brilliant!" John smacked a kiss on his cheek.
"Only the best for mes amies!"
I looked around and saw Angelica and Eliza, I hurried to them, hugging each woman, the rose scent that hovered around Eliza clung to me from my boutonniere, right over my heart, always there.
I found Aaron Burr with a rather pregnant woman, not the loveliest of ladies, but she had keen eyes that betrayed a wealth of knowledge. Burr kept a hand on the small of her back for the duration of the evening, I made my way to talk to him.
"Well, if it isn't Aaron Burr!" I shook his hand.
"Sir!" He greeted me.
"I didn't think that you would make it."
"We were delighted to! This is my wife, Theodosia."
I shook her hand, "Alexander Hamilton. Pleasure." I waved John over.
"'Sup, babe?" He draped an arm around my waist.
"John, this is Aaron Burr, from school, and his wife, Theodosia. This is my, well, my husband, John."
They all greeted one another.
I caught John squinting at the door, "what's the matter, querido?"
"Do you know that guy?" John asked.
I tracked his line of sight and saw James Madison along with a very 'Lafayette' looking man, straight backed and lanky, a regalness followed the man dressed in mauve.
"That's my boss and… Is that…?"
Lafayette appeared behind us, weird.
"Are you having fun? Can I get you another round of drinks?" He slung his arms around us, a light slur hanging in his voice.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Hey, Laf, do you know that guy?" John pointed him out.
Lafayette blinked a few times in disbelief and patted our shoulders moving through the bar to James and his companion.
"Excuse us." I gestured at Burr and his wife.
"Congrats again, Alexander!" He waved me away.
I followed John through the sea of people to where Lafayette chatted with his doppleganger. I waved to James and shook his hand once we were close enough.
"Hi, James, thanks so much for being here."
"Of course! Happy to celebrate with you."
"This is John," I introduced them, "who's this?"
"This is my boyfriend, Thomas. He's finally done with his degree, he was supposed to be done last semester, but he had one last exam, he's finally going to live on the same continent as me."
We looked to Lafayette for an explanation, "this is... my cousin." He blinked in disbelief again.
"Hello." Thomas offered a hand to me, I shook it. His accent was incredibly thick, I didn't realize how much Lafayette's time in America thinned his out.
"I haven't seen Thomas since I came to America, he helped me draft the declaration of intent to become a citizen here, and then I had to go... it's been years."
They quickly turned to French and began catching up over the noise of the bar. We enjoyed the rest of the reception, dishing out macarons and cake to the patrons. Lafayette and Hercules found us toward the end of the night and presented us with an envelope.
John opened it and found two keycards.
"We booked you a hotel for the night." Hercules shouted over the music.
"Your stuff is already there." Lafayette added, now properly drunk.
"You sneaky bastard!" John exclaimed.
"Enjoy your time!" Hercules smiled at us.
We said our goodbyes, I made sure to see Eliza again. John and I hailed a cab to the downtown Manhattan hotel and found our room, it had a giant bed adorned in a thick duvet, John squealed in the bathroom and I joined him to find the biggest bathtub I'd ever seen. There was a knock at the door, I opened it to a bellhop holding a bucket with chilled champagne in it and took it from him.
"This is fancy as fuck. It's all sweaty and everything." I examined the cold bottle. John was already running a bath and stripping out of his suit. I sat on the closed toilet and started attempting to open the bottle.
"Want me to get it?" He offered.
"No, I got it… just, how do you get this gold shit off?" I gnashed at the foil with my teeth, no bottle of rum was ever this hard to get into. Why make a product so difficult to open?
I chuckled to myself, keeps the poor people out.
John got into the half full tub, the water still running.
"Here, babe, let me." He reached a sudsy hand over the edge of the tub.
"I can do it, but the twisty thing is broken."
"Twisty thing? Very technical language from you there, big words god. It's just, you just pull it off and then you can pop the cork. Then get in here with me."
I pulled the wire away and held the bottle out, shutting my eyes as I popped it. The cork flew and bounced against the wall. John and I laughed at the absurdity and I set the open bottle on the edge of the tub. I handed John a washcloth and leaned against the toilet tank.
"Straight from the bottle, I like your style." He smirked and turned the water off and took a gulp from the bottle, feeling even colder in the humid bathroom.
"Why bother with cups when we're just going to finish it?"
"Get in here with me, this bathtub is huge, it feels so good."
"You know, earlier when I made the suggestion, I assumed I'd be, like, sitting outside by you."
"I know, I wish our tub was bigger, worst part of the whole apartment. But, this, this I could get used to."
I thought about it, his contended beautiful face, speckled with freckles, muscled body drawing me in like a siren song and began to shed my clothing. I tied my hair into a bun on the top of my head.
The warmth was soothing, I had to admit it. I drank from the bottle deeply, glad I was already a little drunk, it made the water bother me less.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" John stretched his legs around me and took the bottle from my hands, the water splashing the tiniest bit.
"Yeah… I guess so… not really a bath person."
"Mmm, baths are the best." He closed his eyes and sighed.
I stared at my hair floating in the water and bit my lip hard to stay grounded and present.
"Come here, querido. Let me wash your hair." I distracted myself.
"Really? I love it when you do."
"I know, that's why I want to." He spun around and leaned against my chest.
I laboriously wet his hair and then massaged the travel sized hotel shampoo into his hair, it smelled weird, not like John. but he let out a moan as I rubbed his scalp. I followed it up with the conditioner and let it sit like he liked.
He lie against my chest after rinsing out the conditioner. I wrapped my arms around him, finding the driest place to be where his neck met his shoulder, I rested my head there, disoriented by the unfamiliar orangey-ginger smell that hung in the space where his strawberries belonged. We finished the champagne, majority of it passing my lips. He was in heaven, making little mewling noises as he stretched in the hot water.
I caught sight of his fingers, wrinkled from being in water for too long. From being in water for too long. Not my John. I shook my head, trying not to draw attention to my panic.
"Let's go curl up in bed." I suggested.
"Hmm? ...I think I fell asleep."
"Even better reason. Let's go to bed and get cozy."
"Okay." He arched his back against my chest, stretching like a cat before stepping out of the tub.
I scrambled out less delicately and quickly toweled myself off and let down my dry hair.
John shivered, "here, why don't you let me dry your hair." I tried to sound sweet, like it was just a consider offer to veil my desperation to be rid of water.
"I'll be okay." He shivered, squeezing his hair to wring it.
"Nonsense, just take a minute." I kissed his cheek and he leaned against the vanity.
I dried his hair with the wall mounted hair dryer, his curls frizzing back to life. I watched him warm up, lowering the towel from a cape to lazily wrapped around his waist.
"See? Better." I led him out of the bathroom.
"It is better." He conceded.
We curled up under the thick blankets and he found his place against my chest.
"I'm pretty sure that I still owe you a massage." I told him.
"You were serious?"
"Deadly. You should feel good on your wedding night."
He rolled over and put his arms under his cheek, I rummaged through his bag and found lotion as well as an exorbitant amount of lube. Lafayette. I warmed some in my hands and straddled his waist, deeply working his neck and shoulders, he let out a moan.
"Feels good?" I asked, moving down his back.
"So good," his voice was muffled in his hands.
"Good. Want you to feel good."
I continued to work my way down to his hips until finally my hands grew tired. I bent over him, kissed the nape of his neck and trailed kisses down each vertebrate of his spine until I reached his tailbone, he came undone, arching his back, hands fisted in the sheet. It was beautiful to watch. I was creating a feeling so good. Me. Capable of making something good happen, not just carving a path of destruction.
I took his full, toned ass in my hands and rubbed the muscles there as well, letting my hands trail, fingertips teasing him. He pulled his knees under him.
I reached back into his bag and retrieved one of several bottles of lube, not our favourite, but one we'd used before, no flavours or tingles, or any other high tech shit Lafayette packed for us.
I sat on my knees behind him and slicked my fingers and worked my way into him, still rubbing his back as I did so. After a few minutes spent getting him to relax, I replaced my fingers with my cock, slowly entering him. He buried his face in the pillows, a deep groan working it's way out of his chest like a creaking navy vessel. I found a pace, slow like he liked it, a little bit to the left like he liked it. He made little whines and noises as I thrust into him.
"Can I… Can we do a different position?" He looked over his shoulder at me.
I stopped moving and slid out, "of course, what do you want?"
He stretched out, a slight pop from his knee and rolled onto his side.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
"Absolutely. Whatever you want."
I matched his position, spooning behind him and slid myself back in, his opening so warm and inviting. I propped my head up on the fluffy pillows and tucked my arm under his head, hand spread out on the breadth of his chest.
"This okay?" I asked him.
"Mmhmm." He pressed into me, rocking his hips.
I matched the pace he was setting and reached for his own cock, stroking it in time. He laced his fingers through mine where my hand sat on his chest.
"Talk to me?" He asked.
"Um… this feels really good for me. You're so fucking sexy, you looked so beautiful earlier, I'm glad you decided that you maybe want to spend the rest of your life with me… I so don't deserve you, but I love you." I never could quite grasp the talking during sex thing, but I tried to indulge his request.
"I love you, Alex."
"Love you, too."
"Thank you for giving me a chance. I know you didn't want to."
"Just scared I'd break you… still am." I held him tighter, still rocking at the pace he set.
"You won't break me. You are good."
I heard his breath catch in a sharp inhale, the cords of his muscles rippling through his body. I worked his cock faster, he bore back into me, I couldn't stave it off any longer and came. He cried out and followed me.
I held him once we'd reconvened in the bed. He let out a small giggle.
"What?" I asked.
"You're so much better at cuddling now."
"I try."
"Do you like it now?"
I thought about it, feeling almost embarrassed at how much I'd come to crave his touch, to bury my face in his neck after a bad day, or how satisfying it felt to hold him in times like these, to wake up with him holding onto me in one way or another. It helped that our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, my short to his tall, my soft to his hard, my arms and legs to his trunk.
"I do. It's hard not to want to touch you all the time."
"I'm glad you like it. You're really good at it."
We stayed snuggled up for a long time, just holding each other, trading off on who held who, sharing little kisses, letting ourselves sober up.
"How weird is it that your boss is dating Laf's cousin? Like of all the people in the whole world!" John mused, breaking a bout of silence.
"So bizarre, I really thought it was him for a minute, but then he was with us."
"I know! Me, too!"
"He kind of seems like an asshole, though."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know… just a vibe."
"I guess. I mean, he seemed fine to me. It was nice that Aaron and his wife came. Maybe it makes me a jerk, I didn't realize he was black."
I chuckled, "I know they don't make non-white lawyers where you're from, but it does happen sometimes." I gestured to myself.
"His wife seems nice, when is their baby due?"
"In a couple of months, I guess?"
"That's sweet, our babies can have playdates!"
"I hope it's that quick for us." I tangled my fingers through his hair, free hand meandering up and down his flank.
"Me, too. I have a good feeling, though."
"My John, ever the optimist."
"I'm a hungry optimist. Amazingly just have cake and beer five hours ago left me hungry. Sex didn't help either."
"What do you know?" I rolled my eyes.
"Is there room service?" He asked.
"How would I know? I've definitely never been here before."
He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and looked up the hotel and made a noise of disgust, "how do you not have room service?"
"We can put on pants, you know. It won't kill us."
He groaned, "it might!"
"You're so dramatic."
"There's also no pasta or anything, it's all meat… I can have… macaroni and cheese or… asparagus."
I was already on my phone figuring it out, "we're a block away from chinese food, and they deliver."
He melted into the bed, dropping his phone, "yes! I want Chinese food, give me all the lo mein!"
"Calm down, psycho." I ordered online and gave delivery instructions to come to our room.
"You're my hero." He clicked on the television.
"Gotta make sure I feed you sometimes, querido, you get crabby when you don't eat."
"So you mean I turn into you?" He winked.
"Something like that."
"We're pretty classy, you know, ordering Chinese takeout on our wedding night."
"You've made me the classiest I could have ever hoped to be."
We were quiet for a while, John flicking through the channels. I stared at him. Watched the little faces that he made. Wrinkling his nose, rubbing his full lips together, little grins teasing the corners of his mouth. Beautiful. So perfect. Incredible. Somehow I conned him into forever. I get to love him forever.
Our food arrived and I tipped the driver. John sat up eagerly and dove into his noodles. I was hungrier than I realized as I poked at my chicken.
"You want some rice?" I held the fork out to him.
He ate it like a happy baby bird, "I don't know why they don't give you noodles and rice! Like I'm eating takeout at one in the morning, you really think I'm that worried about carbs right now?"
I smirked at him, "you're so funny."
He blushed, "no, I'm not."
"Don't be bashful. It's true."
"Hey, is our baby going to eat meat?"
"I don't really care, do you?"
"Nah, doesn't really matter. I mean, I know why I don't, but that's their choice."
"Works for me. God, these next couple months are going to be tough. Get everything ready, crib and everything comes next week. First home visit the next week. School's trying to kill me."
"We'll make it. Teamwork. I got you."
"I know… I'm just never going to see you."
"It's okay, we'll make up for it later."
We ate our Chinese food and fell asleep quickly after in a contented heap.