Hamilton One-Shots

Roomate (Lams?)

"I've been assigned to this guy a few months ago, his name is Alexander.." he paused for a brief moment, pursing his pink plumped lips before reopening them once again "and so far, ever since I met him, it's been complete and absolute shit" He muttered to a man, whose name was rightfully claimed as Lafayette, over the phone.

"You're over reacting Mon Ami, It's only been four months of college, how bad could it possibly be?" He questioned, rather intrigued as to how bad of a experience Laurens had been facing over the months.

"No! You don't understand—"

"I'm listening"

.. "Hmm Well, Lets see, where do I start..— Oh right, he's intelligent, basically a smart ass, charming and good with the ladies, his overall personality! and he's also fucking hot in general?!.. Not only that but he's just my ideal type?" He shrugged, rubbing his face, a bright tint of red slowly creeping itself onto his freckled cheeks.

"You say that to almost about anyone John"

"No, but— This is different?"

"Mhmm..." A hint of sarcasm was clearly heard in the tone of Lafayette's voice.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before? I just— I just don't know how to actually explain properly... but he does have a boyfriend, and..." He fell silent, the sound of water droplets that once hit the tub floor, becoming faint by the second, almost instantly coming into a abrupt stop after. "And besides.. I think Alex just got done showering, I'll talk to you later" and with that, he ceased the call;

Now, he was left to ponder all to himself. His emotions, his everything, especially his problem towards Alex. Hoping to, again, push these thoughts at the back of his mind..

To no avail.

They only sprung back, a wave of what felt like a mixture of butterflies and shattered glass churning down his spine and into his gut.

And just as the man couldn't think of anything more worse, the door bursted open. To what revealed a young, handsome man with a petit figure, scrunching his hair dry with a green towelette.. It was no other than Alex himself.

"Jesus fuck John, stop using up all of the conditioner.." He huffed "Your ass is lucky that we had an extra bottle to spare" Alex added, his eyes along with his tugged-downwards mouth showing obvious annoyance.
Though to what it seemed.. John didn't think any of it, as he was too taken aback from his sudden appearance.

Admiring his eyes, lashes and everything about his persona, John only found himself completely intoxicated and lost within his gaze and overall presence. His emotions getting the best of him once more, as another wave of lust, sadness and fear began to weigh him down, slowly, beginning to realize that those eyes, gaze, him as a whole would never belong to someone such as himself, but Thomas, his current boyfriend... knowing that that heated night between the two was anything but special, but just simply a way to fulfill Alex's selfish needs. A replacement, who's feelings and body were taken for granted. A sad smile was quick to replace itself on his lips, as John couldn't help but to feel broken at the uninvited thought.

"So, you ready to head out?"

".... Yeah"