#neverbefree

"What've you got going on tomorrow?"

@neverbefree (*) Things with John were...nice. Slow going of course, but Alex supposed this was how a normal relationship was supposed to be. Except for the rather passionate sex that first night that helped move things along, the furthest they had gone was cuddling. And truthfully, Alex was liking it so far. A couple of months into it, however, he started getting sick again. Well, he thought he was getting sick again. He was starting to throw up at inconvenient times. He was dizzy and tired, and somehow he was beginning to gain weight? Even his feet were beginning to swell. One morning he could just barely feet into his shoes, he ended up walking around in slippers hoping no one would notice. It wasn't until Angelica made an offhand comment that Alex connected the dots and he almost fell over. He had taken suppressants for most of his life, how could they fail? How could he get pregnant when he was so careful? Most importantly... What was John going to say?

As heavy eyes fixated on him Alexander could feel his pulse elevate to an excited, rapid pounding.  There was no way Alexander would admit that the way John was looking at him had made him falter, steer his train of thought ever so slightly off track. John’s explanation left no room for further questioning even if his tone or the dusting of pink painting John’s cheeks did. Even if Alexander had questions for the other man there was no proper way to ask in a room full of others. For all he knew the things he saw could very well be a by-product of the affection he held for his friend. “Right,” He gave John a tense smile and brought his tin mug to his lips trusting the alcohol to keep him steady. “As I was saying-” Though he kept talking trying to address all three men his mind betrayed him every time he met John’s seemingly adoring eyes heat rising to his cheeks.

[text]: Make that five, it really is a shame you’re not here tonight. A. Ham

@neverbefree (*) Alex didn't normally go to parties in his boarding school. He was...never really invited. He was too intent in his studies, working and writing and reading almost all the time. He wanted to get high grades and anything like parties served as a distraction. His classmates also thought he was weird so that was another reason as to why he was never invited but that was a different thing altogether. But he decided, after he was accepted into his dream job, that he wanted things to be different. He wanted to make friends with people. He wanted to socialize and go to real parties and be normal for once. The first person on campus that he met was his roommate Aaron Burr, who liked him just fine. They had the same goals when it came to working through their classes and they quickly formed a friendship. The first time they went to a party, however, it was a frat party. Anyone could show up and no one else cared. As long as you could drink and remember to be responsible, then you could get as wild as you wanted. During the party, Alex and Aaron got separated but since Alex had had a few vodka shots he wasn't too worried. The place was crowded as hell with pounding music, but it was great. The energy was high and welcoming and he was greatly enjoying himself.

While John walked ahead Hamilton let his gaze wander over the figure of the man who had stolen his affection, he was lucky that John returned the love that he had harbored alone. Eventually, the taller man stopped and Alexander slowed as well standing beside him. When he glanced towards the window that John was gazing into he was met with aisles of women's fashion and his lips upturned into a smirk. "Do you think that bodice in the back would suit me?" It was most likely as a strange thing to ask. If John reacted negatively he could laugh it off and insist that he was really only joking but he would need a reaction before he could make that decision. 

Look, but don’t touch was such a painful thing in life.

"Hm, doubt it. Mr. Perfect can't possibly be different from everyone else." Alex shot him a wry smile, just a hint of one, and then let it fall again. "What's your point?"