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John Laurens was a very particular young man about 15 years of age. His family was very prolific in the South, as they lived in South Carolina. When he heard about the American cause and heard stories about the continental army, he immediately knew that he wanted to join, but there was one small problem in this: he was gay, and this was not exactly common or even allowed at the time, especially where he lived (once again, the South). So he took a chance and got the first horse and buggy to New York City. This was his chance to find love and be free of his family and siblings.

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When John got to New York, he was greeted with the faces of other up and coming young soon-to-be generals and lieutenants. But then there he was. The broad, dark, sexy Lee.

“That’s the Charles Lee,” Laurens whispered to himself, completely starstruck. I mean he knew Lee was… ahem… attractive, but hot DAMN this was insane. The portraits did not do him justice. He walked up to the sign up sheet for the continental army. Oh geez, Lee was right next to him, wasn’t he. John felt Lee’s breath creeping up his neck making hair he didn’t even know existed stand up as his face painted a crimson red. Then, the unimaginable happened: Lee put his hand on John’s shoulder.

“John Laurens, is it, huh?” Lee said, his voice rough and gravelly from the years of military experience we had.

“Hello, mister Lee,” John stuttered, his voice shaky and broken. Oh, god, he sounded like a schoolboy who just got his first crush; flustered, red, and the words just died in his throat as he tried to speak.

Lee let out an amused laugh, flustering Laurens even further. “No need to worry, boy, please call me Charles.” He replied, looking down at the shorter man. Lee was taller and much older than Laurens, but still attractive nonetheless.

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Today was John’s first day at camp. It was his time to make new friends his age, but and to forget about that stupid, annoying, hot, sexy…

“Oh god, Laurens, snap out of it! I mean, he would never date you. Lee is so much older than you, why would Lee want to date a stupid nobody like you?! Besides, who would ever want to date him!” Laurens thought to himself as his thoughts started to drift to, uhh, let’s just say less than appropriate places. He shook his head, trying to focus on anything but that annoyingly handsome man.

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Later that night, in his tent, Laurens’s thoughts drifted. He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Goddammit, this Lee guy was so fucking attractive and- and- ugh. He was starting to sweat as he lied in his tent, riling around in his cot, all restless. Toss left, roll right, then he shot up, the thin sheets pooling around his waist, showing his bare chest and barely keeping him decent. In Laurens’ fit of panic, he felt a warmth between his legs. Oh, no, no, no! Not now!

“Damnit, John!” He yelled under his breath as the sheet started to lift up. Now the little makeshift shelter the army had given him wasn’t the only thing starting to tent. With a beet red face, he tentatively looked down at his now hardened self, reaching down towards his length.

He gripped the bed sheets as his fingers wrapped around his now hardened cock. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his hips jumped up in response to the jolt of pleasure. He shuddered, moving his hand up and down a couple times just to test the waters. He moved his thumb over his tip, smearing the bead of precum that had collected there.

His hips gave another involuntary jolt, and he gasped as his hand started moving at a steady pace. Each stroke added heat to the fire in his stomach, his breathing growing labored at the coil of pleasure winding tight in his gut.

He felt himself growing close, his hips starting to thrust up into his hand as the pleasure built. The sounds falling from his lips were almost definitely loud enough to be heard from the other tents, but Laurens couldn’t find it in himself to care.

With a muffled scream, Laurens came, his hips stilling in the air as his cum shot out, landing on his sheets. His mind flooded with thoughts and images of Charles as his pleasure peaked.

He collapsed onto his pillow as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm, and fell asleep soon after, too tired to care about the stain he’d have to clean up in the morning.
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A few weeks later, John was in the mess hall eating when Charles came up behind him, his big, strong hands wrapping around his shoulders like a skilled craftsmen branding his newest project - or in this case, his new toy.

“Oh… hey Charles… how do you do?” He stumbled, words tumbling out of his mouth like a waterfall.

Charles turned to him, his breath ghosting over his ear and a blush creeping up his neck. “Hey, baby,” he said, his voice gravelly and rough but strangely warm and comforting, but also slightly unnerving. Suddenly, Laurens didn’t feel so hungry anymore. For food, at least.

“Not hungry, huh?” Charles taunted, picking up a piece of fish through his lips, his thick warm fingers invading his mouth. Laurens moaned. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. He felt a warmth pooling in his stomach. Oh no, was he hard again? He started to panic. Charles just looked at him, then down… oh god, he was looking there.

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A few weeks later, Laurens had been called to General Washington’s tent for what he described as ‘urgent news’ when he heard the sound of dripping water coming from the tent over. Intrigued, he went to check it out. Stunned at the sight, he stumbled back. What had he just seen!? Was that a naked Charles Lee bathing, dripping wet, the entire tent filled with a thick steam of bath water and sweat. It was hard to admit but he was staring at Lee’s... uhh, well, his junk…

“damn” he mumbled to himself not realizing Charles was looking right at him. Charles turned to him and smirked.

“Back for more already darling?” he hissed his tone dripping with faux love. Then he handed John a washcloth.

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“Be a good boy and help me with my back,” Charles mumbled.

“Oh... okay…” Laurens replied, his hand shaking as he brought the warm washcloth down into his wash basin, his eyes lingering in places as he rubbed it against Lee's broad back, the muscles of his shoulder blades flexing with every movement he made. Without warning, Charles pressed his plump red lips into John’s smaller ones. Laurens immediately reciprocated, crashing his lips into Charles’s. Soon, his tongue began to invade his mouth, eating at it hungrily, taking him greedily, as Charles’s knee found its place between Lauren’s legs, nudging them apart as he dropped the smaller man’s pants and pushed him onto his cot.

“Oh god, what am I doing?” Was Laurens's last coherent thought before Charles penetrated him. What was going on? One moment he was fully clothed, heading to Washington’s tent, the next he was pressed face down into Lieutenant Lee’s bed being fucked brainless, and he honestly didn’t know if was going to be able to walk after this.

Charles pressed his hard cock into his back entrance, once again making Laurens gasp, rocking his hips in perfect motion with the bigger man’s.

“Ah-!” Laurens moaned as he felt Charles go from the first beads of precum to a full on orgasm, filling him completely.

“Good boy.” Charles murmured looking down at Laurens through his thick eyelashes, as he pulled out of Laurens with a wet pop.

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Laurens was pulled out of the haze of pleasure by Washington’s booming voice.

“Lt. Colonel Laurens! What did I say about being late!” He scolded from his tent.

Laurens scrambled for his clothes to get to Washington’s tent, but Charles grabbed him before he could even get his pantyhose on.

“Charles, what are you doing?” Laurens questioned, his anxiety pooling in his stomach.

“You think you’re just allowed to leave when things were just getting good? Baby, we were just getting started,” He hissed, his tone cold and crushing.

“Charles, please, Washington's gonna yell at me for being later than I already am. I don’t wanna be in trouble,” Laurens pleaded, eyes welling up with tears.

“Don’t cry, Johnny, you just need to calm down. You know being such a cry baby in the army won’t get you anywhere,” Charles sneered.

Laurens felt his heart start to race. What is happening? He wondered. Charles and I were just so happy. Why is he suddenly acting so possessive? It's making me feel so uncomfortable and scared… I'm not supposed to be scared of Charles, am I? It's weird, but it makes me feel oddly safe.

So he stayed.

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A few weeks later, John was at his daily drills. The basic stuff like marching, loading guns, and basic agility. While Laurens was stretching, Charles came up behind him, that stupid, sexy, and smug grin that man always had plastered on his pretty little face.

“Perfect. Just perfect,” Laurens thought to himself.

“Hey Johnny,” Charles whispered, making Laurens’s skin crawl.

“What did you need, Charles?” He stammered, a weak response. As he felt Charles starting to rub his shoulders, his body started to betray him.

“God damnit,” he thought to himself.

He wanted to cry, to rip away, to yell at Charles, at himself… but he couldn’t. All he could do was sit there and let Charles rub his shoulders. An uneasiness started to build in his chest, something didn’t feel right, even though nothing was happening right now that was wrong. It couldn’t be Charles, so it was himself. Obviously.

“Sorry, L- Charles, I have drills, I can’t talk right now.” Laurens said, finally thinking of an excuse to get away from Charles, since he really didn’t know what he was feeling.

Charles paused, hurt creeping into his voice, his pride momentarily wounded.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine… or whatever. I don’t care,” Charles retorted, getting defensive.

Laurens just walked away, forcing himself to look forward, but from Charles’s perspective, his Johnny was rebelling against him.

“Oh hell no, my Johnny does not get to ignore me like that!” Charles mumbled under his breath as John disappeared over the horizon.

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Later that evening, Charles showed up at John’s tent, calling softly through the thick canvas.

“Johnny,” he started, his voice taut with tension. “We need to talk,” Charles finished, those four innocent words sending chills over Laurens back.

“Come in,” Laurens stammered.

Charles walked in, his head ducking down as he lifted up the pale canvas of the other man’s tent, sitting down next to Laurens by his cot.

“Look… I know I haven’t been great to you, Johnny. So I was wonder wanna go out to the city, grab dinner or something? My treat, of course.” He offered.

Laurens was genuinely stunned. He never thought Charles would actually take him out. His heart didn’t even have time to beat as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I’d love to.” With those words, Charles stood up, his hands planting firmly on his thighs as he pushed himself up, towering over Lauren’s and holding his hand out.

“Shall we, darling?”

“Yeah, we shall.” Laurens responded, a faint flush covering the smattering of freckles that dusted his face. He planted his hand in Charles’s as firmly as Charles did with his thigh earlier.

And so, they walked out of camp hand in hand, catching the first carriage to the city. The carriage ride was quiet, and all either of them they could hear was the steady beating of each other’s hearts. Their hands stayed firmly clasped together as John buried his head into Charles’s shoulder, tired from the day’s work.

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An hour or so later, they arrived at the restaurant, and Charles gave Laurens a small peck on the cheek before taking his hand and walking him into the dining room.

Laurens looked around, taking in the intricate decor of the establishment.

“Damn, this place is nice,” he murmured to himself.

“Oh, really, Johnny?” Charles’s words broke his train of thought.

‘Of course he heard me,’ Laurens thought, subconsciously rolling his eyes.

They followed the waiter, taking their seats. Charles picked up the menu, not paying attention to the other man.

“Soooo… Charles, what are you having?” Laurens asked, planning to base what he ate off of Charles’s order.

“Hmm, let me think, Johnny,” He paused.

“Want to split a meat pie?” Charles offered. Laurens smiled and nodded.

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About halfway through their meal, a young guy walked into the restaurant. He was sharply dressed, evidently a student, like Laurens was supposed to be.

Excited, Laurens walked up to the young man while Charles was at the bar getting them drinks.

On second thought, should I have stayed at the table? Laurens thought, making him freeze for a moment. Will Charles be mad at me because I left? He was buying me my first drink. It was too late. His mouth had started moving without him telling it to, and there was no going back now that he was already talking.

“Hello there! I’m John Laurens. I couldn’t help but notice you were alone, and thought I’d come and introduce myself,” he started jovially, holding out his hand to seem more polite.

“Quite a pleasure to meet you. I am Aaron Burr,” the newcomer replied as they shook hands.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the restaurant, Charles was watching them. His hand twitched as he chugged his whiskey, slamming the empty glass on the table and making his way over to his Johnny.

“JOHNNY,” he yelled, his voice close to a roar. Then he paused, a sour smirk painting his face a toxic shade.

“Darling….”

“Who’s your new… friend?” he breathed.

Friend? I wouldn’t call it that, all we’ve done is shake hands. Why is Charles being like this again?” Laurens thought to himself, a bit annoyed. However, he didn’t want Charles to catch on to his negative emotions.

So he covered it with a smile.

“Oh, just a new acquaintance, nobody special. I’m going to pop to the bathroom.” Whew. Safe.

“Everything alright?” Charles asked, though his concern seemed forced.

“I’m fine, just indigestion or something, I’ll be right back,” Laurens grimaced.

As soon as he got into the bathroom, he locked the door, sinking down onto the ground as the sound of his choked sobs filled his ears.

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