“I think it was, my parents got me a karaoke machine when I was about 9 years old. Even before that, they got me a tape recorder that I used to walk around my life with. And there was something about recording and then hearing myself back.”
Having missed crossing paths with each other during their undergrad years (at Columbia and Princeton respectively) Burr and Hamilton stumble across one another in a very unexpected way…
Alexander and Aaron are both attending the same law school when
they come into contact with each other. They’re the same age, but Aaron is
probably a year or so ahead of Alex in the program (thanks to the whole prodigy thing). They probably pass each other on
the way to class uncountable amounts of times, since the buildings aren’t
exactly that extensive when you’re focusing on one discipline. Aaron has no
idea who Alexander is by sight, though maybe he’s heard his name circling
around–because there’s no way Alexander goes completely unknown anywhere he
goes. Alexander has certainly heard of Aaron Burr because of the Burr legacy,
but likewise has no idea what he looks like.
So here comes the
Alexander’s been on
Grindr for at a year or two, probably since the app first got big. He’s become
a Grindr Expert™ by now and 85% of the time he’s scrolling through the app he
considers deleting it. That percentage rises every time he gets a DTF message
from some white 18 year old who insists he’s “into latinos haha :)”
He rarely even uses it anymore, but some nights, God forbid, he’s horny and
feeling like a one night stand, so he keeps the app.
Aaron, on the other
hand, has never downloaded the app until (let’s say Angelica bc I love that
friendship) Angelica takes his phone from him and downloads it for him one
night after deciding she’s tired of Burr’s drunken complaints about not knowing
how to find gay men. Burr’s charming with the ladies, ofc, (and men, too, when
he gets the chance) but he’s not out of the closet so approaching men in person
is always a risk he’s unwilling to take unless he’s at a specific type of club
Needless to say, Aaron is Overwhelmed by all the
hyper-masculine, attractive men he finds on the app. They’re all so close, too.
He recognizes a few and that…that’s insane. Who knew his Constitutional Law TA was gay?
He gets a few messages almost instantly, most of them asking for facepics
or just sending him unsolicited dick pics and Aaron gets a big fat Reality
Check about the Truth about Grindr. It’s a shallow hookup app and Aaron quickly
learns how to discern the various men and stops expecting too much. He mostly
uses it to flirt in chats, letting himself relax because it’s not like he has
anything to lose. His face isn’t entirely in the profile photo and he doesn’t
talk to anyone he recognizes. He’s going to be safe; no one will find out who
Alexander, in the first few months as a law student, has a lot
less time to be involved in the app. He honestly forgets about it for a long
while. Then, one Friday night, Alexander is feeling decidedly horny and mostly
free of homework so he opens the app. Being in a new place gives him new faces
to scan through, though there are still too many faceless abs for his
tastes–not that Alex has anything against the abs, but it’s the principal of the thing. He’s
not ashamed to be on the app and would scroll through it for shits and giggles
with John or Peggy in the line for Starbucks without giving a fuck if anyone
saw. His sexuality is no secret and he isn’t a fan of the anonymous culture on Grindr.
After all, if you do hookup, it’s not like you’re not going to eventually see each other, so
it’s pointless unless you’re just catfishing.
Anyway, back to this
He’s scanning the
prospects of the new geographical location with a critical eye from the
comforts of his room. Like everywhere else, there are jocky white guys who
didn’t want any messages from Asians or Hispanics. Alex blocks them to get them
out of the way up front.
That’s when he
stumbles upon Aaron’s profile.
Technically it’s a
headless photo that Alexander would normally dismiss automatically. But
something about the fact that he’s still wearing clothes makes him tap to view
more information, and then Aaron’s stupidly attractive grin with his hoodie
string between perfectly straight teeth catches his attention even more up
close. Everything about the body posture is casual, but Alex can’t seem to look
away from Aaron’s mouth. It’s probably the whole reason Aaron chose to have
that as his photo. Alexander finds himself desperately wanting to see the
expression in his eyes above that smile.
informs Alex of exactly why he’s amongst the headless torso crowd: “Not out, no
hosting.” At least he’s honest about it, while everyone else just allows their
chiseled abs to speak for themselves about their insecurity. Despite not being
out, the rest of Aaron’s profile is certainly…confident. If not cheesy and
cocksure. Someone in Aaron’s life had laughed at those lines and he’d rolled
with it. As much as he would normally scoff at such a description (and he still
sort of does), something about this one felt more charming. Alexander blames
Aaron’s pretty close,
a little less than two football fields distance away. They’re the same age, and
Alex can’t help but wonder if they go to the same school. Nothing on his
profile reveals anything about it, but he lets himself fantasize anyway. He
spends five minutes going through more profiles before coming back to Aaron’s
like a beacon. He’s throwing out his facepic rule, but he’s interested enough
that he doesn’t let his pride get in the way of sending Aaron a message.
Aaron is as charming
as his profile leads on, but not nearly as cheesy. They go back and forth with
each other for nearly an hour, playing off one another in ways that get
Alexander’s gears turning mentally and physically, so he takes the plunge and
offers to host for the night.
Aaron has yet to
actually sleep with anyone from the app. He stares at the last question from
Alex for five minutes, wondering if he should make some excuse like he always
did when that question was brought up in chat. He’s not even sure why Alex
asked that question, or why he messaged Aaron in the first place. The first
line in his description knocks Aaron’s profile out of the running, but for
whatever reason he’d talked to him anyway. He wasn’t going to ask why that was,
and Alex didn’t mention it. The cautious part of Aaron’s brain told him not to
agree with it and just bow out, but Alex had caught Aaron’s attention, too, and
he seriously considered it. It looked like Alex was close, and what would be
the point of having the app if he didn’t actually use it the way it was
intended? Alex didn’t seem nearly as creepy as most of the other guys on the
app; he was clever and quick witted and a bit infuriating and… He texts
Angelica, telling her his plans before he even messages Alex back. She sends
back a row of clapping emojis and Aaron takes that as a sign to just go for it.
He promises to message her as soon as it’s over and then finally replies to
Alex’s message. “What’s the address?”
He can’t believe he’s
actually doing it, but he arrives at Alex’s apartment with his STD test results
in his pocket and nerves pulsing through his body. He’s read plenty of horror
stories and while he’s pretty fit and can protect himself to an extent, he has
no clue what’s really awaiting him behind the door. Of course, it’s Alex, looking
just like his profile photo, innocently wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and
he pulls Aaron into his apartment with an eagerness that betrays his initially
calm outward expression. They exchange some greetings and a few words, but Alex
gets right to the point and they share their test results: both clean. “I have
condoms, either way,” Alex informs him nonchalantly, returning the papers and
turning his piercing gaze back on Aaron.
definitely pleased with the rest of Aaron’s face. He’s not smirking like he was
in the photo, but he’s just as handsome without it. After stripping Aaron of
his button-up, Alex finds that his shirtless torso is also worthy of Grindr
anon fame, and it makes Alex all the more heated to know that he’s getting the
chance to see it in person. The sex is intense, with waves of slow, almost
cautious tenderness that builds in passionate, desperate urges. Aaron walks
away considering his first Grindr hookup a smashing success with that smirk
stretching his lips and Alex watches Aaron leave knowing he’ll be messaging him
again in the near future.
casually at Starbucks with one of his classmates before his first class the
next week. He’s in line to order when his classmate spots Aaron Burr in the
back of the room, focused intently on his laptop with headphones in his ears
and textbooks surrounding the table.
“I’m not surprised he
works like that. He’s the guy who got into Princeton at 17,” his friend
supplies, even though Alexander has already heard of the story of Aaron Burr,
is perfectly aware of those facts, thank you very much.
He was not aware that
Aaron Burr was on Grindr. Until now.
pulls up his phone, shoving his classmate ahead of him in line because he has
way more Important Things to check right now. He opens the app and taps on Aaron’s
profile to check the distance.
25 feet away.
He had sex with Aaron
He had sex with the
prodigy of Princeton college.
Ditching his classmate,
he books it so fast out of Starbucks he nearly takes out an entire table of
girls before he makes his escape. Thankfully, Aaron’s headphones make him
oblivious to the commotion.
After his class Alexander
probably calls John or one of the others to scream about how he accidentally had
sex with Aaron Burr and John (sarcastically) informs him that if he’d only
looked at the name on the STD papers he’d know who he was having sex with and
Alexander hangs up the phone. John is right, but Alex isn’t here to talk about
his oversights right now.
Alexander can’t stop
thinking about that Friday night. He wants to message Aaron again, but knowing
who he really is has his fingers itching to bring the topic up. He’ll never be
able to see Aaron on campus again without doing so—and besides, they’re most
likely going to run into each other at some point! They’re both law students. He
should just say something now.
So he finally works up
the nerve to just message Aaron later that day. He can be the instigator again,
no big deal. Maybe Aaron will be cool about it.
Aaron checks his phone in the middle of his Constitutional Law class when he
feels it vibrate in his jacket pocket. He sits up front (the nerd) so he has to
be discrete, but when he sees the Grindr notification a flash of fear goes
through him and he jerks his eyes up to the TA; please don’t let him be messaging Aaron in the middle of class.
Thankfully the TA
doesn’t spare him a glance, so Aaron feels a little safer. Either way, he turns
the brightness on his phone all the way down so no one can see the screen
besides him and opens the app. It’s a message from Alex and this time Aaron
feels a much more pleasant flutter before he taps open the chat.
That pleasant feeling
instantly crumbles; his heart feels like its dropping to the pit of his stomach
when he reads the message.
“So…you’re Aaron Burr?”
[Honestly there are a
MILLION different ways to approach this AU, and I came up with about a hundred
in my head as I was writing this. If you have any ideas please feel free to talk
to me about it/add to it/make your own cause I wanna see all of it.]
I mean, if you love something, read about it, study it, honor it, constantly walk towards it. That’s what I would say to somebody interested in law, medicine, fashion, anything. Get up in its face. Keep showing up with your heart open, ready to dig in, ready to roll up your sleeves. It has no choice. Eventually it’ll love you back.