Void- Jamilton

Chapter Seven

(Filler chapter for what's going to happen in chapter eight!)

3rd person POV

Phillip looked at Alex's eyes. Alex's eyes glistened with guilt, confusion and a mixed enigma of emotions. His son worrying about his love life? Impossible. Or is it? As Alex, mind my language, a professional gosh darn writer, struggles to locate his words he finally was able to say something. A..truth written in worry, mostly for a father about his own son. "Pip, I'm not sure what's going to happen with Thomas and I..but you don't need to worry about that. Okay?" Phillip nods and goes to his room. But of course Alex thinks back to that one night of enjoyment was just that, one night. A night filled with..seductive actions, playful 'banter' and...black stockings.

-flashback-

As Alex laid there on Thomas's bed. The feeling of pure lust and love shot through his body. Thomas of course as the, mind the French, 'supplier of pleasure.' The trail of love marks and bruises left on Alex legs were burned into his skin. But however that didn't matter because he was more focused on the romantic, dare phrased like that, kiss between them.

Thomas had up the bar by littering Alex's neck with bruises. A look was exchanged between them. Of course they knew the longer haul of lust and pleasure was about to get longer and...loving. Thomas bit Alex's underwear down and slowly dragged them off. Thomas, being a caring lover he is or is supposed to be, preps him and puts on protection of course.

As they wound down, they remember that their romantic moment was just that. A moment in the night between lovers, written in lust romance and ecstasy.

A brief fling as the norm would say.

-flashback end-

Alex POV

I call Thomas.

Alex: Hey Thomas..?

Thomas: Hey.. you okay?

Alex: Y-Yeah, are you free?

Thomas: Yeah, you okay?

Alex: I-I just..I need someone to talk to and my friends are living their own lives right now, and I just need, I need..you.

Thomas: I'll be there in a minute.

-smol time skip-

Thomas wrapped his arms around me. "Is he okay?" I look up at him sniffling. "Y-Yeah, he's upstairs with his boyfriend.." He kisses my forehead. "Alex-" I look at him. "I think we've been together long enough for you to call me Lex'.." we chuckle. "Lex, from the time I knew you, I'd known that any relative of yours would be as strong as you are. Given some trauma and for sure bad*ss scar, Phillip will be fine."

I chuckle. "Thanks for cheering me up, you goofball." I say leaning into his shoulder. "Of course.." He replies softly. "Thomas, how are we going to make this work? You're a godd*mm prince for Christ's sake. You're going to be king one way or another and with my life on your schedule it's going to be too much for you.." He lets out a short sigh. "Do I know what you might be saying?" He sighs sadly. "I'm not.. breaking up with you.. I'm saying, we need time to figure this out- to figure YOU AND I out.' He nods. "So this isn't a break up?" I shake my head. "It's a breather.."

MY POV

Little did they know, it'd been a cycle. From close lovers, to lovers, to friends, to acquaintances, then finally, back to strangers again. But, fate isn't so cruel. Yes Thomas found a new lover, a lovely lady, but unable to bear children, and Alex? Stayed alone. Unfortunately Thomas' new lover died. Well, fate really does circle around doesn't it? It would have been around 3 months before they would see each other again, Phillip of course, finishing his last year of high school, Alex publishing a book and Thomas? He'd still be a prince, well a de facto king, making sense his parents died so suddenly..Oh well, what's life without angst, and what's romance without a longing painful slowburn..?