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[Gael & Carlos] All Men are created Equal....

It amazed Gael that no matter how old some of these musicals were, they still pulled a huge crowd. It was probably a little more shocking that he'd landed a supporting role as a freshman, or at least that was what he was told by Calvin Johnson, the lead actor in Hamilton....as Hamilton.

"You did good for the first show," Calvin said after the show, clapping Gael on the shoulder. It made him smile, because well... Calvin was hot. And straight as an arrow. Dennis McComb, who played Burr, followed Calvin out of the green room, shouting a congrates at the freshman as well. Also hot. Also straight.

"Yo, Laurens, get the hell outta here, man." Samuel, the resident Hercules Mulligan shouted at him. Gael was pretty sure that Sam didn't know his name, hence screaming out 'Laurens' whenever Sam saw him, or wanted his attention. Still, he didn't know what he expected with the upperclassmen, and he was the only freshman given a part outside the ensemble.

"Going, going," Gael assured him, as he finished changing and headed out of the theatre. Mm. Well, it was Friday night, and he didn't have a date. And it was only, oh...11. He really didn't want to head back to his dorm, so.

Mm.

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His sister Victoria had been...overly thrilled when he told her he was going to be doing training at Coronado, close to where she was getting her MFA in theatre in San Diego. It had been enough to give him the split second thought of getting himself discharged from the Navy before his career ever started.

In the end, though, it was just a little ridiculous to go to that length to avoid an overzealous older sister. And luckily he was busy enough on base that he could avoid the slight smothering tendencies most of the time. He got the feeling, Carlos mused as he lounged against the wall outside the theatre and waited for her to make an appearance after the first show of Hamilton, that Vic thought he was going to tumble back into delinquency, Hence his appearance here, waiting outside a hip hop version of the Revolutionary War, in which his sister was playing Angelica Schuyler opposite a mix of undergrads and grad students.

He looked up as the door swung open, but. Well. That definitely was not his sister. "Hey," he called out. "Is there a Schuyler sister in there still?"

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"Uh, think so." Gael said as he looked back at the theatre. "Distracted by Jefferson, I think. So, who knows." He smiled a little though as he looked back at the guy. Cute. Probably dating said Schuyler.

"You, um...dating a Schuyler?" He asked, shifting his bag on his shoulder as he dug the toe of his shoe into the sidewalk. Sometimes he felt entirely out of place in San Diego, even if Noelle swore to him it would pass. He'd make friends. "You know you can go in and find her, Jefferson isn't that distracting except when he is."

"That's a definitive statement," Carlos said. "No. My sister Victoria is a Schuyler. Angelica, specifically. I'm not really acquainted with the other two." He'd be more likely to be interested in the distracting Jefferson, frankly. Or Hamilton. And he would concur that Aaron Burr was hot.

But then, so was this one.

"Carlos Sánchez," he said. "If Vic is getting her flirt on, I should give up on her."

"Aah, yes." Gael said with a laugh as he looked off, deeper into campus. "She's been dancing around with Jefferson for a while, so you might be waiting a while for her to show." He said with some fair amusement. Well, he's not dating anyone. At least that meant he could crush on him without an awkward moment with his cast members.

"Gaël Shaw." He said, "or as my cast members usually call me- Laurens. Which, tragically, I am starting to answer to."

Ah well, it was bound to happen. "so...if you're going to give up on waiting....how about a drink?"

"I'll have to make sure I call you Gaël, then." Though his pronunciation was closer to the Spanish version than the French; it was the consequence of growing up in a Mexican-American family in a border state. "It's a better name."

As for a drink, he shrugged and tipped his head to one side with the same killer smile his sister was probably using on Jefferson. "I wouldn't hate a beer. Anywhere in mind?"

"An island in the ocean," he said warmly with a laugh. His own accent was certainly not a 100% American. And well, whatever. He'd been told when he first arrived in San Diego that his accent was mysterious...and sexy. He supposed it wasn't that sexy, as he hadn't had a date yet.

"And good, I wasn't looking forward getting a drink alone." Gaël said as he turned to head off campus and toward the closest bars. "And I find that is just never fun."

"Don't tell me that happens all that often," Carlos said, raising a brow and smirking. "I mean, really. You're cute. Are people blind?" He didn't think so. Californians tended to have the opposite problem in his experience. Well, young Californians.

In reality, it was probably the young part that caused that particular thing.

"I usually go out with my class at the base. There's nothing quite like twenty sailors marching into a bar to make it a party." Easy to lose yourself in the crowd there, too. Since Carlos was a little more on the introverted side, that was a bonus.

"You would be surprised," Gaël said with a laugh. "I am not the star of the show, or whatever it is they talk about. However, maybe I'll grow an inch or two, and manage to go from cute to Handsome. Maybe." And he was possibly a little jaded about it all.

Ah well.

"Oh, a man in uniform. Must be a sirens call from the ladies as you walk in the bar." Gaël said with a wink, as they walked. "But, um. I have to ask something, as a man in uniform and most likely not predisposed to watching musicals- how was it?"

"It was good," Carlos said, sinking his hands into the pockets of his jeans as they walk. "Hamilton's one of my favorites, if manly military men like myself are allowed to have favorite musicals. You were good in it," he added a little belatedly. "I always feel like Laurens has something of a death wish, and you nailed that."

Of course, he also thought Hamilton and Laurens had a bit of a thing going, but maybe not mention that one.

"Keep in mind that the enlisted Navy uniform is kind of like what's on crackerjack," he said. "But yeah, the straight dudes definitely get their share of attention from girls when we come in." Which was a blunt indication that Carlos? Not straight, not even a little bit.

"Well, I don't know if I would call it a death wish. He certainly has his eyes on the glory of the fight, ideals that he believes in more than life itself. I admire a man like Laurens, probably more than some of the other men in history. Imagine what he could have done if he'd lived." But that was a bit moot. The man was dead, 200 years or so dead. And older than the soon to be 19 year old Gaël.

But, the crackerjack comment made him laugh, as he shook his head. And then nodded, just a little more. So. Not straight? Good to know. "Go to the right places, you'd get the boys too." Gaël said innocently. "But for now, I guess you'll have to settle for me? Not that I think I'm settling. If you don't mind that the rest of the chest mostly towers over me."

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"Good." It was going to be the start of a good night, he thought. It was a short walk, really. The bar was packed inside, but they worked their way up to the bar, and ordered their drinks.

He produced a fake id for his own drink, before they made their way up to the balcony. It was slightly less crowded, but still difficult to find space enough for both of them to stand and talk. Though they would have to lean in to each other to be heard.

"What are you doing in the Navy?" He asked, tilting his head a little as he waited.

"I'm in BUD/s training," Carlos said. "The SEALs. I was a clearance diver before this, though." He gave Gaël an amused look. "That's underwater explosives disposal, mostly." Yes, he used his Navy jobs to impress guys pretty often. It usually worked damn well.

"You majoring in theatre?" he asked. "Or just doing it for fun?" Might as well get the awkward niceties out of the way.

That was, well...what was pretty cool. And he was impressed, there was no denying it. "That's pretty cool. Much, much cooler than the only other person I know in the Navy." Which was Midshipman Tyler Kagan, 3rd year at the Naval Academy. He was just smug in himself.

"Me? I....am a major. Um, sort of been working toward it a lot of my life." He'd auditioned for plays and musicals in Chicago as he'd grown up. So, technically, he was already working. Or had been. Something like that. "And I am told that I have the pleasure of joining a small club with being a freshmen cast as a supporting role. Who knows, in the Spring I might aim for the lead."

"Well, I am awesome. You can't expect every Navy man to live up to my standard." Though the Naval Academy was far from a cakewalk. He hadn't had the connections to get in. Not to mention his pesky, if minor, run-ins with the law.

"That would be impressive. Vic says the competition's stiff at UCSD." He took a long drink of his beer. "You must be stuck in the dorms as a freshman." Which also meant that Gaël was eighteen to Carlos' twenty-three. It wasn't robbing the cradle or anything, but...

Well, he was probably a little old for him.

Well. Age was relative. At least that is what Gaël would have said, considering there had been a brief fling with a man who was old enough to be his father. His parents didn't ever find out about that one, at least. Leon might have congratulated him, but Daniel might have lost his mind over it.

"I aim to impress, I don't believe in being....second best." Gaël said quite honestly as he moved a little closer to Carlos. He could have claimed it was just so he could hear better, and to let someone else pass by him. But. "I do live in the dorms, but it isn't that big of a deal. And it is temporary."

Carlos could also have claimed that the hand he placed on Gaël's hip was due to the crowds - but. Not really so much. "Not much point in aiming for anything other than the best," Carlos breathed out.

And, well, Gaël was right there. So he set his beer down and kissed him.

Well, if they were going to just get down to it...he certainly wasn't going to object. Gaël learned into Carlos and that kiss, cupping Carlos' face with his free hand. There wasn't much reason to pull back until someone cleared their throat, and Gaël pulled back smirking as he looked at Carlos with a look in his eyes.

"Mr. Sanchez, I do declare..." He said with a laugh, as he lifted his beer. There probably wasn't a reason to keep nursing it and making small talk, he thought. Not after that kiss. "I know a place...not far from here. It's quiet enough to talk."

Yeah. 'Talk'.

Carlos smirked back. They were on the same page here, he thought. He wasn't surprised but it was always good to confirm.

"I hope I haven't shocked you to your toes," he said in an imitation of a western twang - no one in New Mexico actually had that accent anymore - before he laughed and picked up his own beer and took another long drink to drain it.

"Yeah?" He said. "Let's go."

Gaël drained his beer, and a part of him wished they could take some with them. It wasn't that big of a concern, really.

"Well, you made them curl," Gaël promised. Setting the empty glass to the side, smirked. "Drink up, sailor." He said, before biting his lower lip, looking Carlos up and down for a moment. "Meet you outside. Gonna take a piss."

Among other things. If there was one thing Gaël had learned in his relatively short life, it was how to make the most out of impromptu sex.

Carlos finished his beer and dug out a few bucks to cover the tip and tab - before heading outside and leaning against the lamp post to wait for Gaël. He was, he thought, surrounded by college kids starting the fun part of the night on the street.

He didn't have a long wait, though, before Gael came out, and his eyes heated slightly as he smirked. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," he said, with a smirk as he led the way. There was a park near by, and while some people might have balked at the idea of doing anything like this in public...well, Gaël secretly had to admit there was a thrill to it.

"Hope you're not shy," he said, as he pulled Carlos back and into the shadows of the trees. And taking him back to the room wasn't likely a good option. Justin would be there, and he wasn't up to having sex while his roommate watched.

"Come here," he said softly, as he pulled the other man closer for a deep, hungry kiss.

"Haven't been accused of that," Carlos murmured as he tugged Gael even closer, his hands sliding down his sides. He hadn't had sex in a park in...well, a few years now, but it wasn't as if the mechanics changed much depending on how surreptious you had to be about it, he thought as his fingers slid under Gael's shirt and he pushed him up against the trunk of a tree.

There was a trick to not being caught at this, though, and it was all about how much you could do and how quiet you could be while you did it. Carlos kind of thought of it as a game, really.

He got the feeling that Gaël liked to play that game as much as him.

It was definitely a game, and the thrill of possibly getting caught was definitely enough to illicit a strong reaction. He let Carlos push him up against a tree, before he fished a condom out of his back pocket. He wasn't sure he trusted fate enough to not use one. He let his fingers run through Carlos' hair, moving and twisting to help as the other man pushed his shirt up.

Eventually he dropped to his knees, pulling Carlos' pants open and down. He couldn't claim that he didn't enjoy sex, that much was certain. And he took his time before he slipped the condom onto Carlos, and they took their time still as things moved on. It was only a few moments, this late, that they had to pause and stand still as others walked by. Each second sent a bit of a thrill through his body, and honestly...

It had been too long since he'd had sex. Good sex. Jacking off in the shower certainly didn't count, anyway.

He had to hold himself still more than once, forcing his breaths to be soft and quiet as drunk students stumbled past - but in the end, they weren't seen, and he braced his hand against the tree trunk as he curled the other against the sweat-slicked skin at Gaël's hip.

Well, he thought, tipping his head back, he definitely didn't regret letting Vic harangue him into going to a musical tonight. He might have to actually thank her later. She'd really enjoy that.

Once the coast was clear the frenzy resumed until their were both spent, and luckily Gael had a spare shirt in his bag to help with cleaning themselves up...which they could do in a moment he thought as his chest heaved.

"I'll have to thank your sister," he managed to get out against Carlos' still clothed shoulder as he slipped his hands over Carlos' body beneath his damp shirt. "I mean....really. If she hadn't been so damn slow in getting out." Because this had been well worth dealing with the upper class-men and their endless love triangles.

Carlos laughed out loud as he straightened his knit shirt and raked his fingers through his hair to restore some order. "Please do," he said, a dimple flashing in his cheek. "Her expression will be priceless, no doubt."

Victoria wasn't quite as bohemian as she wanted to be, and some of his wilder impulses drove her up a wall. He was pretty sure sex with an eighteen year old in the park would be in the Carlos WHY column for her. It was in the Carlos WHY NOT column for him, which was the only one that mattered.

"We should do this again," he said as he shrugged back into his jacket and picked Gaël's fallen phone off the grass. "Definitely worth an encore." To get into the theatrical parlance of it all.

Maybe in a bed next time, he thought. If only so they could really enjoy themselves, thought as he somewhat cleaned himself up. He didn't imagine the smell of sex was going to go anywhere any time before a shower, but whatever. Gael did his best to straighten himself out before he grinned at Carlos.

"I would not say no," he said after he buttons up jeans back up. They felt too tight, even now. "Definitely worth an encore, and then some." He agreed as he fished out something to write with. Though the only thing he could find was a sharpie, and no paper. Well, that just left one thing...

Gael leaned in and kissed Carlos deeply again, before he knelt down and wrote his number rather playfully on Carlos' stomach, and signed his name a bit stylishly. He let the man's shirt fall over the writing as he stood. "That way you can't lose it without really trying," he assured Carlos, with a waggle of his brows.

Well. That was going to be interesting in the showers, Carlos thought with a smirk. "Cute," he said. "Practicing that autograph already, I see. I'll have to say I knew you when."

He handed Gaël his phone with an amused look. "I'll text you," he said. "Next time I'll have to make sure to leave my own mark."

"Well, I like to make it memorable." Gael promised as he took his phone and grinned at Carlos. He was definitely going to sleep well tonight, and probably be waiting impatiently for that text. Not that he didn't understand that the Navy came first, but...you know.

"Guess I should let you go," even if he could go for another round. And if they lingered too long, he was going to go for it.

The Navy did come first. And Carlos did have a day starting at 06:00 tomorrow. Still, it was tempting to see if he could sneak another round in without getting caught.

It was probably best to wait, though. They could do a lot more with a bed than with the ground in this park. "Mm," he said as he leaned in to give Gaël another deep kiss. If he'd realized how this night was going to go, he would have sprung for a hotel room he could take Gaël back to. Next time.

"I'm going to fuck you brainless next time," he breathed into Gaël's ear. "Think about that tonight."

Then he stepped back and gave Gaël a wink. "I'll be in touch," he said as he stepped onto one of the lit paths and turned to walk back towards the line of bars and the campus where his car was parked.

Next time, he thought, things were going to much more suited to things. And of that he was sure, as he watched Carlos leave. He was slower in exiting, his mind already wandering to this mythical 'next time'.

He rather hoped it wasn't going to be that long before next time. Else he might lose his mind. And he was unable to wipe that self satisfied smile from his face as he thought about it on his walk home.

Yup, he was definitely thanking Victoria the next time he saw her. Which would be tomorrow.

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