Trust Fund

Getting A Sugar Daddy

To John, the weirdness of signing a paper to say any guy could pick you up, finally wore off. Finding a Sugar Daddy was priority now. Which is why Herc didn't hesitate to drop John off at the door and drive off.

John huffed, crossing his arms. Finding a Sugar Daddy could be as simple as that, or it could take a couple of days. He didn't mind sitting with these other people awaiting their prince charming. As he tapped his foot and hummed, he attracted the attention of a couple of people. Since he had been here a couple of days and hadn't found his sugar daddy, he missed his drugs. Part of the reason Herc and Laf kicked him out was because of the drugs. Part of the reason his dad kicked him out was because of drugs. John's drug addiction didn't seem to be going anywhere.

That is until one of the cockiest, richest, hottest politicians in the world walked through that door.

A couple of girls perked up when they heard Mr Hamilton's voice.

"Oh, he's back." One sang.

"Who?" John asked.

"Alexander Hamilton." She said.

John gagged. Ew. He had read quite a bit about Alexander Hamilton. Everyone had. His previous years in the army, outspoken opinions about dear Mr President, even that damn divorce with Eliza Schuyler. Yes, most people knew about Alexander Hamilton.

"What's he doing here?" John asked.

"He gets bored." One girl, who John'd learned her name was Martha, giggled, brushing her hair out of her face. "I'd give anything to have the filthy rich bastard take me home."

John rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his sketchbook.

"No, babe, I'm Alexander Hamilton. I need someone good enough for me." Hamilton said to the woman. He glanced around, "A sexy one."

"Watch, he's gonna say, I need someone to satisfy my needs." John said.

"I need someone to satisfy me," Alexander explained.

John nodded, "Mhm. I need someone who's thirsty."

"Someone who's desperate. Thirsty." Hamilton said.

Martha stared at John in awe.

John nodded, "Someone who begs."

"I need someone who begs."

"Someone who can't get enough of me." John said.

"Someone who can't get enough of me." Alexander said.

"Watch," John smirked, "I'm a king, darling, I need someone good enough." Martha giggled.

"Darling, I'm a king. I need someone to prove that they're good enough for me." Alexander said. John rolled his eyes, "Typical man."

Martha let out a laugh, clearly intrigued with John Laurens.

Hamilton and the woman walked past and Alexander backed up, "Wh-ho-ho."

Martha twiddled her fingers.

John glanced up and cocked an eyebrow, "Ya ain't got no business staring."

"Alexander Hamilton. Alex."

John didn't answer, hiding his face behind his sketchbook. When no one said anything, he glanced up, accidentally catching Alex's eye.

"How much for this one?" Alexander joked.

"I'm not for sale." John snapped.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Alex chuckled. He checked his watch, "Okay, babydoll, I'm on a sched. Let's get your stuff and let's go."

"And to think I had any respect for you." John growled.

Alex smirked, "I don't need respect. I need sex."

John grabbed his bag and walked past Alexander, head held high. Alex was about to slap his ass, but decided there were smarter choices he could make.

The walk to the car was strained and car ride wasn't any better. John stared out the window with a mix of emotions. He knew he'd have to call Herc and Laf and tell them the news. Although, he could do that after he got settled since staring up at the house didn't not give him a reassuring feeling.

Alex peeled off his jacket and dropped his keys on the table by the door. He swiftly grabbed John's wrist and kissed him, only to be shoved back. "Yeah, I get that you own me now, but gimme a damn chance to take it in."

Alex smirked, "Mi casa es su casa."

John turned in a circle before walking in further. He walked through the kitchen and peered upstairs. Without asking, he walked upstairs. The living room was pretty. He bounced on the couch, aware that Alex was watching him. He picked up a picture frame, looking at it. Setting it down, he asked, "Where do I sleep?"

"Upstairs, third room from the right. I'll show you."

"I got it." John snapped, walking up to the third floor. He pushed open the door to his room and dropped his bag on the floor, slamming the door behind him. Kicking off his shoes, he climbed on the bed, getting a good look at the room from up high. He turned on his musical theatre playlist and decided to have a full dance party before dinner.

"Babygirl, I got dinner ready." Alex knocked on the door.

John tried to pause his music, accidentally hitting a different song, and causing In The Heights to blast out of the speakers. "Shit, shit, shit!" John cursed, jabbing his finger on the pause button.

Considering Alexander had written Heights like a million years ago, John didn't want the man to have any more superiority on him. And letting Alexander know he listened to Heights, was just the thing to make Alex feel more superior. After he got the music to pause, he took a breath and opened his door. Alex stood there, smirking. John lifted his chin, "What?"

"Nothing." Alex shook his head, amused.

"Hm." John pursed his lips, walking away.

They sat down at the table. John lifted his glass of water to his lips before hesitating and pulling it back down. He glared at Alex, "Switch with me."

"What? It's not drugged, if that's what you mean?" Alex chuckled.

"Switch." John held out his glass.

Alex reached over and switched the glasses.

John sipped it, satisfied.

"Ever saw Heights?" Alex asked.

John cocked an eyebrow, "I don't know what you're talking about." He was not allowing Alexander to have an upper hand.

Alex nodded, falling silent.

They finished eating in silence. Alex stood up, "I've got work to do. You can do what you want." John opened his mouth to say something, but bit his lip and watched Alex walk away.