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“Come onnnnnn!” John whinged, throwing himself down on Alexander’s lap, who simply huffed and leaned over his melodramatic boyfriend to reach his laptop.
“John, I told you, no. I have better shit to do than to prance about in the rain wirh you.” Alex sighed, placing his laptop on John’s chest and containing to type as though it were the most important thing in the world, as though John wasn’t right there begging him to enjoy a simple day together.
It was the first day of spring break, and John was relieved to be free of the backbreaking workload that came from junior year. It was the first real break they’d had together (not including winter break, because island-born Alex was far too prone to frostbite for them to truly enjoy it) and John was ready to fling them both into as many “coupley” things as possible.
Knowing Alexander, though – he would hole up in his room for all of the break, occasionally tearing himself away to make sure his body was functioning properly. Drink, eat, sometimes sleep, if John pestered him enough, then back to work.
Quite frankly, John was not having it. He’d been enlisted by George, Alex’s rather terrifying foster father, to ensure that Alexander would leave the house at least once a day and would take care of himself for once. John, knowing Mr. Washington and fearing for his life if he failed this task, was taking it upon himself to give Alex the best spring break he’d ever had.
“Enough.” John said, standing up and slamming Alex’s laptop shut, ignoring the frantic protests from the younger boy. John, to be perfectly honest, positively towered over Alexander, and he now used this to his advantage as he plucked Alexander up from under his arms, hauling the ravenette off the sofa and onto unsteady feet.
“John, what the –“
“Shush. We’re going outside, and we’re going to spin and be whimsical and you are going to enjoy it. Capeesh?”
Alex grumbled a little, but reluctantly bundled himself up in his raincoat and gloves, taking John’s hand as he let himself be pulled from the house.
“We’ll be back soon, Mrs. Washington!” John called as he flung open the front door, waiting for the tinkling laughter in response before sprinting outside, Alex dragged in tow.
The pair skidded to a stop underneath a street light, and the rain pattered down gently on top of both their heads, like little kisses from the clouds.
John let loose a warm, hearty laugh, and drew Alex close to his (soaking wet) chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his boyfriend’s head, and in that moment, he couldn’t imagine anything that could be better than this. Anything better than Alexander Hamilton, standing in front of him, a real grin touching his lips and warmth etched in his face.
Alex giggled, all the reluctance and stubbornness washed away by the raindrops that the two of them began to dance in, a simple two step that the teachers forced everybody to learn last winter.
John remembered that day well. When the teachers had asked them to pair up for the romantic dance, the shock evident in the face of their peers as Alexander and John joined hands. Sensing the discomfort, Alex had grinned wickedly and pulled John down by his shirt (which was a remarkable feat, given Alex’s height) and kissed him firmly on the lips, right there in front of everybody.
John, fireworks of love exploding in his heart at the memory, bent to kiss Alexander, his lips feeling exactly the same as they had all those months ago.
Standing back up, John grinned, holding Alex’s hand above his head and spinning him, Alex’s wet hair sending raindrops spiralling in a gorgeous waterfall to the ground. The pair descended into laughter once more, with their dancing growing more and more ambitious, until eventually-
SPLASH.
John attempted to dip Alex, but his hand slid on the slippery material of Alex’s raincoat, sending both of them crashing to the ground. They sat in shocked silence for a moment, before they burst into roaring laughter.
John pressed their wet foreheads together as they sat in the puddle, trousers soaked through and most likely their undergarments too, though nothing else mattered to John but the bundle of light that he had the privilege to call his lover.
When eventually they dragged themselves back to the house, Alex and John were shivering and completely soaked through.
“You’re going to get sick.” John murmured as he brushed the damp hair from Alex’s bright eyes that glowed wirh adoration. Alex chased his hand, leaning into the touch.
“Mm. Worth it.” He whispered back, pulling John back down to join their lips once again.
Later that night, Martha and George Washington stood watching their boys in the doorway, smiling fondly at the two of them curled up in towels and blankets, a Twilight movie playing in the background. For a moment, Martha felt bad that they were missing it – before she realised it was New Moon, and that sleep had saved her boys from enduring that nightmare of a film.