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Oct 30, 2016 Filed under: free story, historical, m/m Tags: alexander hamilton, bisexual romance, gay historical, hamilton musical, historical romance, john laurens, lams
Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3) will be out on November 15. My next project is a historical m/m set during the American Revolution. My love for the musical, Hamilton, inspired me to read more about Alexander Hamilton and Revolutionary America. To put myself in the mood for writing a historical I’ve written a short, sexy fic to share with you. For those of you who don’t know, there is historical evidence to suggest that Alexander Hamilton was bisexual and he had a relationship with fellow Continental Army officer, John Laurens. Read more about it here.
*Warning: This story contains one of America’s founding fathers getting some seriously NSFW attention.*
John sat up and stared across the room. Alexander was seated at the desk, writing furiously by the light of a single candle. John had tried to pretend he was asleep. But, every night since he’d arrived at Washington’s headquarters, sharing a bed with Alexander had rendered him unable to sleep. He was preoccupied with fantasies of what would happen if he reached out and touched the man who’d charmed him from the moment they’d met.
He watched Alex, whose red-hair glistened in the soft light. He could almost feel the man’s intensity as he scribbled quickly, pausing only when he had to dip his quill in the inkwell. John’s cock grew hard as he studied Alex. John had always been attracted to men, but he’d never been this obsessed before, this desperate. He’d seen Alex look at him, like he was as filled with lust as John was. Unless, John was wrong and only seeing what he wanted to see. If he spoke of what he wanted, and he’d misjudged, it could prove a deadly mistake. But he couldn’t go on like this; he was slowly going insane.
He rose from the bed and approached Alexander. “Were you unable to sleep?”
Alex looked up at him, his beautiful azure eyes bright. “No. I…” His lips remained parted as his gaze dropped to John’s mouth. John’s heart pounded. He wants this too. He must. No. John shouldn’t risk it.
Finally, Alex licked his lips and said, “I’ve got so much work. If I allow myself to sleep, I’ll never finish.”
John nodded. “I haven’t slept well since I arrived.”
Alex scribbled a few more words, signed his name, and laid his quill down. “Is it hard to get used to being away from home?”
John shook his head. “That’s not it.”
“No?” Was that a hopeful look on Alex’s face?
“I’m all… tense.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but…
“John?” Alex pushed back his chair and stood. He was so close. John wanted to reach out and touch him, but he couldn’t. He should leave, say he had to go take a piss, or something, anything to keep him from making a fool of himself or worse. He didn’t move.
“I like you,” Alex said.
“I do. And I think you like me too. I think that’s why you can’t sleep.”
John nodded. “You’re right.”
Alex reached up and ran the pad of his thumb over John’s lips. “So soft.”
Alex studied him intently. “Do we understand each other?”
“Y-yes.” John thought so anyway. All he really cared about was that Alex was there, touching him. He let his gaze drop. Oh, fuck. Alex’s prick was making his nightshirt stand out. John had been partially erect, but he hardened fully at the sight.
“Kiss me,” Alex said.
John sucked in his breath. Most encounters he’d had with men had been rough, fast. His partners had gone right to fucking or shoving him to his knees to take their pricks in his mouth. Kissing wasn’t part of it. He’d only ever kissed girls, and then he’d had to fake his interest.
When he hesitated, Alex slid a hand into his hair and took charge, sliding his lips over John’s gently, barely touching.
John moaned and gripped Alex’s hips, pulling him closer, needing to touch him.
Alex kissed him harder, and John opened his mouth, letting Alex invade with his tongue. Alex cupped his face, holding him in place, kissing, licking, and nibbling. He seemed willing to do this forever, but John needed more. He gathered the edge of Alex’s nightshirt and started to lift.
Alex pulled away just enough to end the kiss. “Have you done this before?”
John froze, his hands on Alex’s waist, Alex’s skin warming him. “Yes, but not… yes.” He’d almost revealed too much. Something about Alexander made him want to bare his soul, to say he’d never been with a man he liked this much, with someone he might… No, it was much too early for that.
“Good, because I want to fuck you.”
John groaned. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. So you’ve done this too?”
“Mmmhmm,” Alex said as he drew his tongue along John’s neck. John lost himself in pleasure as Alex nudged his nightshirt aside and teased the sensitive skin along his collarbone.
He had the sense it wasn’t the first time Alex had said his name. “Yes?” Alex pulled him close, and his very hard prick pressed against John’s, making him bite his lip to hold in a whimper.
“Come to bed.”
Alex grabbed the candle from the table and John followed him, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Alex sat the candle on the nightstand, looked back, and smiled. “I wanted to be able see you.”
Alex smiled. “Yes. Me too.”
John let Alex pull him onto the bed. He settled between Alex’s legs, heart hammering, cock so hard he was afraid he would disgrace himself by coming before they even began.
Alex opened his legs and John stretched out on top of him, grinding against him, unable to hide his desperation.
Alex tugged on John’s nightshirt. “Off.”
John sat back, pulled off the garment and tossed it to the floor. When he looked down, Alex was watching him, lust darkening his eyes. He reached out and trailed his fingers down John’s chest.
“You too,” John forced the words out around a ragged breath.
“Your shirt. I want… I want to see you too.”
John scrambled back as Alex tried to sit up. Finally Alex was able to get his shirt over his head, and John took in his lean body, pale skin, and his cock, which stood rampant. He wanted to feel it inside him. He wanted all the energy that poured off of Alex focused on him.
“Do you have—”
“Oil. Yes. In my bag,” Alex said.
Thank God. “I’ll get it.”
John couldn’t take his eyes off Alex. His foot caught on the edge of the bed, and he tumbled to the floor. The both laughed with their hands covering their mouths. If someone heard and came to investigate… He glanced toward the door.
“Did you bolt it?”
“I… I’m not sure.” How was Alex’s absent-mindedness so sexy? John was desperate to kiss him again. He wasn’t sure if he could cross the room without tasting Alex first, but he managed somehow. They couldn’t take that kind of risk.
He slid the bolt into place and then dug through Alex’s bag. He found several large tomes on economics and trade but no oil. “How many books do you have in here?”
“A lot.” Alex waved a dismissive hand. “Hurry.”
John’s hand finally closed around the bottle of oil but he almost dropped it when he turned and saw Alex, prick in his hand, stroking it. “Alexxxxx.”
“You’re so beautiful, John. I feel like you’ve consumed me. I can’t look away.” His hand moved faster, and John sucked in his breath. He’d never met anyone so open about how they felt.
John managed to get back on the bed without falling again, but it was a near thing. Alex took the oil from his hand, fumbled the cork loose, spilled some, but finally got enough into his hand to coat his prick.
John licked his lips as he watched. God, he needed this.
“How… how do you want me?”
“Ride me,” Alex demanded.
John straddled him, but before he could figure out the logistics of getting Alex’s cock to his hole, Alex pulled him down.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmured before kissing John again. John was lost to the sensations Alex created. They rutted together, cocks sliding along each other.
The taste of Alex, warm, spicy, perfect was driving John wild. He needed to stop, or they might both spend before he ever got Alex inside him. He tried to sit back but Alex held him tight. “Please. Need you. Need your cock.”
Alex moaned. “I want everything: your mouth, your cock, to feel you all over me.”
John sat up and reached behind him taking hold of Alex’s prick. It was so slick with oil that his hand slipped. They both laughed.
“So eager,” Alex said.
“And you’re not?”
“Oh, I am. I want to spread you wide, to know what you look like when you’re stuffed full, to hear the sounds you make.”
“God, Alex, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
“I’m not going to last anyway,” Alex confessed. “Not this first time. It’s all I’ve thought about for days.”
John groaned as he got the angle right and began to sink down. The stretch was almost too much, but seeing Alex, eyes wide, mouth open, was too incredible, so he didn’t stop. As he sank all the way down, an embarrassing whine escaped him, and heat rushed to his face.
Alex licked his lips. He stuttered twice before words came out, and John wondered if he’d ever been rendered speechless before. He hoped not.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
John shook his head. The rest of Washington’s aides were in the rooms surrounding them. “The others will hear us.”
“They’re sleeping,” Alex seemed so confident, and John didn’t have the will power to argue.
When Alex was all the way inside him, John paused. Alex gripped his hips. “Don’t make me wait,” he begged.
John fought for air. He didn’t want to deny Alex anything, but he was sure if Alex’s cock dragged over his prostate, he’d come right then.
He tried to draw in a breath. “Need. Air.”
Alex grinned. “No, you need this.” Alex wrapped a hand around John’s cock and stroked.
John started to cry out and bit his lip. He had to stay quiet. If they were caught, they’d be—
Alex stroked him again, and he couldn’t stay still any longer. He rose and then lowered himself, faster and faster, until he was riding Alex so hard the bed was shaking, ropes creaking. He had a second to wonder if the whole bed was going to fall apart. And then he was right there, ready to spend in Alex’s hand.
“I want to watch,” Alex said, obviously knowing how close he was. That was all it took. His seed shot over Alex’s hand and across his chest, the sight forcing another cry from him.
Alex’s eyes went wide, and John leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss, preventing him from shouting and giving them away as Alex pumped out his seed into John’s ass.
When they were both thoroughly spent, John let Alex’s cock slip from his body and rolled to his side.
Alex drew him into his arms, and they settled against each other. “Tell me we can do this again.”
John wanted to say yes. He knew he’d never get enough of this man, but… “It’s dangerous.”
Alex tightened his hold. “I don’t care.”
Was it really that easy for Alex? John had a feeling he always went after what he wanted and always got it. “I… Okay, I don’t either.”
“Good.” Alex kissed the top of his head, and they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.