Lams One Shots

Again?

Type. Type. Type. Why? Why can't he sleep? Even if it's for just one second. "Alexander! You're killing me!" Alex stared blankly at his brightly lit laptop screen. He probably didn't even hear John. "ALEX!" The tired man jumped, hearing his friend yell his name.

"I lost track of time, I suppose.." Alex huffed and saved his draft. 1200 words in a night. Not exactly the best. He closed his laptop and stood with a grunt. Alexander glanced at the clock. 2:30 am. A small groan slipped from the immigrant's soft lips. He trailed his way to bed and plopped down, his head emitting a muffled thud against the pillow. As soon as his body made contact with the warm bed, he was out.

"Hamilton? Are you..? Still out there?" Laurens stood from his bed and walked to his door, opening it quietly. His light brown eyes scanning the room for his friend. "Hm... Must've went to bed... Maybe I should too."

— beep bop time skip —

Alex awoke with tears in his eyes, panting. He had a nightmare. Just like he does every night when he doesn't get enough sleep. Hamilton held his head in his hand and caught his breath. "Jeez..." He stood and walked out of his room. "Jack?" A light laughter filled the room. Alex recognized that laugh. "J-Jack???"
"Yes, Alexander?" John laughed through his words, his eyes closed and his face illuminated by the morning sun. Alexander felt weak in the knees at this sight. "Laurens.. W-What are you—" Alex was interrupted by the feeling of soft lips crashing onto his. He didn't fight it. He kissed back passionately, snaking his arms around the other male's waist.

John giggled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Alexander's neck. A small hiccup erupted from the taller man's lips. "Jack, you're drunk..? This early in the morning...????" Alex sighed, the kiss being broken seconds ago. "I should've known.. You would have never done this if you were sober..."
"Hehe~ Are you disappointed, Hammy?" Alex narrowed his eyes at the male. "No. I'm not. What makes you think that?"
"You seem—" he hiccuped, "—upset."
"I'm not."
"You are." Laurens grinned. Oh, did Alexander love his smile. He loved everything about that man. His laugh, his grin, his sweet, sweet, freckles. He wanted him. But he couldn't have him.