hey, lover! [lams//college au] // completed

Chapter Six

"How did Peggy even get in here? I don't think she's twenty one yet."

"I honestly don't know," John replied, laughing. The night was going smoothly, he thinks; although Alexander had gotten a call earlier in the evening that had set him off for a while.

The man had, at first, admitted that he wasn't really into drinking; imagine John's surprise when he'd ordered a shot of vodka thirty minutes later after he'd stepped outside to take a call.

"What happened? Are you okay?" John had asked after Alexander came back inside looking distraught. He flagged the bartender down and ordered two shots of vodka.

"It's nothing," Alexander had said, shrugging the hand that John had placed on his arm away. "I just... I wanna get fucking plastered." He nudged one of the shots in John's direction. "Now drink up. I'm not throwing away these shots; they were, like, unreasonably expensive."

Multiple more shots than likely healthy for one person to consume later and the two men found themselves having an enlightened conversation. John vaguely felt like he was going to vomit. The club was blurred around him.

"You... you know," Alexander said, speech slurred. "I don't even like clubs. Like... it's so loud. And it smells gross. No offense," he said to the bartender, who was trying (and failing) to get them to drink some water.

"I don't like clubs that much eith... either." John's eyes widened and he snapped, startling Alexander slightly. "I have an idea!"

"What?"

"Let's leave!"

Alexander's eyes widened too.

"That i... idea is like, like sooooo fucking perfect! Let's gooo!!!"

Waiting outside while Alexander flagged down a taxi was hell. It was colder than a witch's tit out, and all John could do to distract himself from it was watch the condensation his breath made in the air. He'd honestly forgotten that he had a perfectly working phone in his pocket.

Finally Alex was able to get a taxi to pull over. "Hey, how much for a ride to King's College?"

The taxi driver looked them up and down before dryly responding, "Ten bucks."

"The f.. fuck? Ten McFuckin' dollars for a, like, five minute ride? Fuck that—"

"Shhhh," John mumbled, sloppily placing a hand over Alexander's mouth. "I'll give you ten bucks," he said to the driver, digging around his front pocket for his wallet. "Alex, get into the car first."

The driver snatched the money out of John's hand begrudgingly before taking them back to their dorms. The car was silent save for Alex and John's quiet laughter and the sound of the driver praying for his shift to end as soon as possible.

Once back on campus the two boys stumbled up to their floor.

"I can't find my key," Alex whispered, as he checked the same pocket for the tenth time.

"Hm. That happened to me the other day. It was mad crazy, I found it under the— whatever. Come crash at my place instead."

"Bet."

John found his keys much easier than Alex did. The door to his dorm swung open easily, and the freckled man let Alexander step inside it before him.

"Welcome to my humble abode. We have an extra bunk you can sleep in tonight," he said while locking the door behind him. "It's really really comfortable, for some reason."

"Oooh," Alex cooed as he tossed himself onto the unoccupied bunk. John crawled in it too, perching at the end of the bed. "This mattress is really comfy. Huh."

"I know right? It really isn't fair."

"Not fair at all..." Alexander said, before trailing off. "What do we do now?"

"All good questions! I don't have any answers."

"Hmm," the other man tapped his chin. "You have a wee little T.V., right? I could totally watch... watch some fuckin' T.V. right now."

"Oooh, okay. Good idea..." John said. "I do not actually have a T.V., I don't think, but I do have a laptop and a Netflix account."

Choosing what to watch kinda sucked, but in the end they decided on The Witcher (Alexander thought that Geralt was hot and John could do nothing but agree). The intro had just ended when Alexander started ranting.

"You know, sorry, we're watching this but, like— I just need to get this off my chest," he slurred. "You know Thomas? He's such a— such a freaking dick. He kept, like, coming onto me even when I was like 'woah mister, in your dreams,'" he grumbled. "And he kept sayin— kept sayin he didn't like you? But you're cool, so I don't get it.

"He also said he doesn't like that one lesbian poet— uh, what's her name? Um... Sappho! Which, like, what? I'm not even a lesbian and her poetry makes me yearn. I kinda wish I were a lesbian... I like lesbians, they're cool."

"Lesbians are sick as hell. My dad hates them, though. But he's an asshole so I don't listen to him."

"Fuck, my dads an asshole too. He left when I was like— real little, though. But still I bet he'd be a shit parent. It's kinda funny, actually..."

John really should be listening to Alexander. Like, honestly, the man was spilling some important private stuff, and John should be trying to sympathize with that.

Instead, he was watching the way Alexander's lips moved in the blue-white glow of his computer screen.

Alexander was very pretty, if that was not mentioned before. Not only pretty in looks, but in personality, too; he was so caring and kind, and also a bit of a spitfire. John admired that a lot. And his voice was smooth as honey, flowing into John's soul like cold water on a hot day. John could listen to it for forever.

John wanted to listen to it for forever.

"You're pretty," he said, cutting off whatever Alexander was saying. Alex paused his speech, looking over at John and blinking in surprise, before smiling a bit slyly.

"You're not too bad yourself, Johnny. You and your cute freckles and pretty amber eyes."

"Oh stop it, I'll swoon."

"No, I'm serious!" Alex called, sitting up abruptly and turning to cup John's jaw. He turned the other man's face this way and that, as if admiring it from every angle possible. "A very handsome man if I do say so myself."

John's heart was currently beating out of his chest.

He really hopped Alex couldn't hear it or, god forbid, feel it in his pulse. Alexander seemed to be getting closer and— and—

did he just glance down at John's lips?!?

"Very handsome indeed," Alexander nodded to himself, then pulled John in for a sloppy, drunk kiss.