Hours passed that neither of the boys were to remember. They did shot after shot, glass after glass, shattered bottles lying up against the wall at the far side of the kitchen where they stood laughing.

John pushed himself up on the counter, his beer dropping from his hand and spilling across the tile.

He laughed at it, dazed. "Whoops, another ten dollar beer down the drain..." he hiccuped and smiled at Alexander. "First one to touch it is gay,"

"You loser," Alexander smiled and kicked one of the glass shards away. "You already...t-told me you're gay,"

"I am? Oof, that sucks~"

"Why's it suck, buddy?" Alexander sat beside him on the counter, wobbling briefly and almost falling off.

"Cause of my dad...dad..." he struggled to regain his train of thought. "Dad doesn't like gays,"

"Oh...I'll be your dad instead,"

John leaned his head on Alexander's shoulder, hiccuping again. "Oh, nice,"

Alexander rested his hand on John's knee, bringing him closer.

"How's your dad like?"

"He's dead, I live with my auntie...Carla..."

"Does she like gays?"

"Yeah...she's a gay man'nt,"

"Ya mean...a woman?"

"Mm."

John started to fall asleep on Alexander's shoulder, so Alexander roused him and helped him off of the counter.

"When's your dad come home?"

"Few days," John fell into Alexander's chest and was too tired to erect himself.

"Okay. Where's bed?"

"Couch is closer. Bring wine?"

"Y-Yeah,"

Alexander grabbed a bottle of red wine and took John to the couch, lying down next to him as he opened the bottle. John held his hand out and Alexander put the bottle to the other man's lips, letting him drink. He then did the same as John snuggled into his chest.

"We didn't do the project,"

"Shut up,"

"M'kay," Alexander set the bottle beside the couch, struggling to recall how he'd gotten here as he fell asleep.

•••

Later, as the clock on the wall hit midnight, there was a hard pounding on the front door. Alexander woke up, covering his ears, and the shift caused John to wake as well. They groaned collectively and Alexander moved out from under John only to fall onto the floor, unable to stand. The pounding continued until the door knob shook and the door flew open.

There Carla stood, looking around wildly until she spotted her nephew on the ground. "Alexander Hamilton!"

Alexander rolled over so he was staring up at his aunt's face. "Hullo,"

"You did not go to this boy's house to get drunk! You answered none of my calls! Come with me, right now!"

Her gaze fell on John and softened a bit. "Mr. Laurens, wake up,"

John wiped his eyes and tried to sit up in vain. "H-hi,"

"Come with us, we'll get you cleaned up at our apartment."

"Thanks, ma..."

Carla blushed slightly, taking the hands of both boys. "Come along, mi hijos,"

Alexander reached instinctively for John as the pair stumbled to the car, Carla leading them loosely.

"Buckle up. You're in so much trouble when you get sober."

She adjusted the rear view mirror so she could see them fall asleep on each other in the back seat.

"But Alexander, I do admire your choice. He is very cute,"

AN: y'all were commenting saying that I'd never update, and I was filled with spite, so here's the update fuckers