Gaytroductions
Johns POV
They had been calmly strolling down the dirty hallway on their way to their dorm, laughing obnoxiously at Hercules’ pathetic attempt at opening a packet of Haribos with his abnormally large hands when they heard it. An echoing crash followed by manic cackling and then silence. Hercules’ eyes shot straight to Johns, eyebrow raised in a silent question of ‘what was that?’ evident on his features which had previously been concerned only with opening his packet of sweets. John shrugged offhandedly and turned to speak to Lafayette to ask him Hercules’ implied question but upon turning to where his friend was stood he found only Laf’s bush of curls disappearing around the corner in search of the damsel in distress. He always had to be the Lancelot.
With his stupidly long legs and athletic nature John knew straight away they it would be pointless trying to chase him, so he simply sighed and turned back to face a smirking Hercules. “fucking Lancelot.” He remarked fondly, and without john even telling him he began to walk in the direction that their resident knight in shining armour had ran.
John soon fell into step beside him, the pace he was setting too fast for johns decisively short legs to keep up with, and so he ended up running and clinging to Hercs bag. “Literally, Herc, slow down! You know Im not fit enough for this exercise!” he panted as he was all but dragged around the corner which faced the stairwell, his lungs burning as he gasped for air.
“Jesus Laurens, I knew you were unfit but come on! We literally walked like ten metres!” Hercules teased, grinning down at john since he was at least six inches taller than the man. They had reached the door which led to the stairs, and Hercules held it open for the exhausted John who literally looked as though he had just run a marathon.
“fuck off” was the response Hercules got as John pushed past him, clutching at the stitch in his side as he continued to gasp for air. Leaning against the cold wall, John decided to stop for a minute so that he could catch his breath and could see straight. He snorted at that thought. You haven’t been able to see straight since you were born.
Meanwhile (Madison is grappling with the fact…nope) Hercules was making his way over to the banister to search for Lafayette’s bush of curls disappearing once more down the stairs. “Lafayette, you long legged, lanky athletic little shit, not all of us are as fit as you, where the fucckkkkiiinnnngggg hell what happened here?” Hercules stopped, his mouth wide open as he looked down the stairwell, beckoning john over with his hand.
Having regained some of his posture and dignity, john made his way over to the banister to find out what had provoked such a reaction out of Hercules and holy shit he was not disappointed. The stairs looked as though a bomb had just gone off, and by bomb he meant a firework of clothes. The set of stairs below them were covered in them, with other smaller belongings peppered in between. The sorry sight was made even worse when John spotted a man stood amidst the mess, his face bright red and his hair sticking out of his bun in all directions, looking as though the world had ended. Said man was also in the middle of shaking hands with an equally frazzled looking Laf, but his hand had stilled and he was looking up at the two with a scared and bewildered look on his face after Hercules outburst.
John had his hand over his mouth, surveying the damage, but it wasn’t until Laf looked up at them and sheepishly commented “Long story?” that John saw the humour in the situation and burst out laughing. Hercules joined in soon after, both of them giggling like children at the situation and really trying to imagine a possible reason for the mess before them. However, when John opened his eyes he saw that the man below them had dropped his head and shoulders and looked distraught, and Lafayette gave them a glare which clearly said ‘stop and help’.
He managed to hold in his giggles at the thought of Laf and the man ballroom dancing in a shower of clothes to elbow Hercules to make him do the same. At Hercs shocked shout of pain, john gave him a pointed look and he sighed, a quiet murmur of ‘you always ruin my fun’ forgotten as John focused his attention on making his way down the stairs without slipping on any of the man’s possessions. He surveyed the mess on his way, trying to determine how long it would take to clean up when he spotted something out of the ordinary lying near where Laf was trying to comfort the other man who looked as though he was about to cry. A raggedy old lion teddy which looked as though it was about 10 years old, but well used, was lying just to his right, so he left Hercules’ side to retrieve it.
Once he had picked it up, he made his way to where Hercules was just about to introduce himself and interrupted by tapping the new kid on the shoulder. He looked down at the teddy, beginning with a dignified “Hi, I um, think you…shit,” before his brain shut down and his words left his mind as he looked up to meet the boy’s eyes. He had always had a thing for cute boys who were smaller than him and who had long hair and boy did this kid tick all the right boxes.
John was immediately captivated by his deep brown eyes which seemed to melt his brain into a mush, made even brighter by the unshed tears pooling at the bottom of each eye. They complemented his tanned but pale complexion, which led john to believe that he was definitely not simply the sort of person who got that tan from being outside. Caribbean, maybe? His raven hair was a mess of varying degrees of curls, falling just above his shoulders which were covered in a bright pink t-shirt. His facial hair complemented the shape of his cheekbones perfectly, and though not as meticulously trimmed and cared for as Lafayette’s it still looked as though it took a lot of looking after to keep in that shape. He had a deep blush dusting across his whole face as he stared up into Johns own eyes, seemingly oblivious to Johns defiantly obvious checking out.
He only really realised what he was doing when Lafayette cleared his throat impatiently, and from this john got a sudden burst of courage. He smirked in a friendly way at the boy, whose eyes widened at the expression.
“I believe you dropped this, good sir,” he began, blatantly ignoring Lafs snort of ‘nerd’, and carrying on, extending the hand with the lion in it. “I have returned it to you, for I am John Laurens, Saviour of Men… and women” he added as an afterthought, “at your service.” He bowed in a playful way, smiling at the laugh that came from the boy as he took the lion and then Johns hand.
“And women my ass” muttered Laf again, and john glared at him before shaking the kids hand. To his surprise, the boy who had previously seemed shy and nervous grinned fully, his eyes bright though instead of being from his tears, they danced with laughter.
“Why thank you, good sir, for returning my trusty advisor to me. What can I ever do to repay you?” he asked in a mischevous way, playing along. The prolonged contact was sending shivers up Johns arm, but he refused to retract his hand. Ignoring Hercules’ quiet whisper of ‘sick his dick’, John opted for the more socially acceptable response.
“If I could only have the pleasure of knowing your name, darling.” John remarked, eyes widening at the accidental use of the pet name, but revelling in the way the other boys cheeks blushed even deeper at the words.
“Alexander Hamilton. But you can call be Alex.” He smiled before finally dropping johns hand. John missed the contact immediately, but he blamed that on the fact that the air was horribly cold and the contact with Alexs hand had kept it warm. He recognised the name, though he had no idea where from. That’s why he continued to stare at Alex’s face. Sure.
“Hercules Mulligan, thanks for asking.” Said man stated in a sarcastic but friendly tone, finally tearing Johns eyes away from Alex as he laughed at the dejected way Hercules looked. “Well, now that we’ve all done our introductions, would you mind my asking Alexander, what the ever-loving fuck happened here?” Herc continued, but at the look on Lafs face John decided to interrupt.
“Well, as we know from before this will be a long ass story which im certain will be a lot better once we get all of Alex’s shit in his room instead of all over the stairwell, so why don’t we get started?” the other two nodded.
Alex immediately tried to protest their help, but soon stopped at Johns simple “Shut the fuck up” and Hercules friendly ruffle of his hair as he began shouting instructions.