Quietly Noticed || Lams

Turtles

Laurens|First Person

Alex apparently had retrieved my number from the ever helpful Hercules Mulligan. The guy who finds me in my smaller classroom grading papers at lunch. He takes it upon himself to sit on my desk and give me a whole,"I told you so," speech. I only roll my eyes and shake my head. When he's finally done he moves on to force me to tell him exactly what happened, every single detail. All I offer up is that we kissed twice and he is coming over tonight. He groans at my vagueness but I don't offer anything else.

He has to leave soon enough, so I finish up a couple more papers before mostly tuning out my final class, constantly checking my phone for another text from Alexander. Currently our conversation consists of:

From: Alex
Hey, it's Alex. Herc gave me your number.

To: Alex
Hey when do you want to meet up?

From: Alex
2:15? By the coffee place?

To: Alex
Sure.

I know he probably won't send anything else, but I keep an eye on the screen until the bell rings at two. The class files out, and I stow my things away quickly before walking hurriedly to the coffee shop where Hercules' shift thankfully doesn't start for another forty-five minutes. I sit at my usual table. I shake my leg and stare at my phone again.

I'm so consumed with the phone that I don't even hear him walk up. He offers a quiet greeting and I look up right away, feeling that warm feeling again as I fight the urge to hug him.

"Ready to go?" I ask him. He nods and we walk together to the parking lot again. I sit in the driver's seat, suddenly insanely nervous about being alone with him for a long period of time. What if he wants to stay the night? I've only been with one other guy before. What if he wants to do something? What if he doesn't like me when he realizes how inexperienced I am. I crank up the music and tap my fingers anxiously on the counsel.

I don't notice Alexander watching me until he links his hand with mine. I smile at him, pulling myself from my thoughts. We've barely kissed twice I doubt he'll be wanting to get into my pants tonight. He just squeezes my hand and I'm grateful for the indirect reassurance.

When we arrive at my apartment again we sit on my couch and turn on Netflix to load before I can think of anything to really say. What do you even say in this kind of situation? He's leaning against me, his hand still holding mine when I finally decide the silence is too much and open my mouth to cease it.

"Hey, Alex?" I ask, he hums. "Do you wanna go see a real movie sometime? And get dinner or something?" I bite my lip as I wait for him to answer. He starts to shake lightly beneath me and I feel my face grow red. He chuckles.

"Like a date, John?" He asks and I turn even redder. He looks up and his laughter goes down a notch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh." He shakes his head and takes my other hand to face me.

"Well, you're doing a real good job of boosting my confidence here." He shakes his head and hugs me, our hands still linked.

"No, I'm sorry. I would love to go on a date with you." I smile slightly and lean in to kiss him again. I'm brought back to our first kiss that seems like it was days ago. His mouth still feels the same, and I still don't want to let go. His hands leave mine and wrap around my neck. Maybe he doesn't want to let go either. I slip my hands around his waist and press my fingers to his hips. I lean against him a little, humming at how fantastic it feels to be this close to him. His tongue grazes my lips after a second and I open my mouth, his tongue slips against mine. My fingers curl around his back and push beneath the hem of his shirt. He shivers and presses back against me. He goes to sit in my lap, but we're at an awkward angle so I shift with my back towards the arm of the couch, my shoes now kicked off and my legs slightly bent, stretched out before me. Alexander clambers into my lap, straddling me as his hands push into my hair that is still loosely tied back.

I kiss him again, this time desperate. I let my lips drop to his jaw, his neck, his chest. I work my way up to his ear, sucking and kissing his skin because I've discovered it fuels these little breathy moans to come from him. My hands at this point are pressed flat on his spine. He tugs at the tie in my hair and lets it fall loose. The curly mess just barely reaches my shoulders and drives me insane half the time. Not now though, not with his hands playing with it, tugging just a little when I bite his ear. I laugh under my breath and pull back to look at him.

Red flushed cheeks, lips a little swollen, eyes bright and wide as they stare back at me. Gorgeous.

"You're so pretty," I breathe and his face turns a shade redder. He looks down, but I don't want him to do that, so I pick up his chin with two fingers and see that he's smiling.

"Uh, thanks, I guess." It's as good a response as any. I mean, what do you really say to a guy whose tongue was just down your throat. I smile back, kiss his cheek and reach for the remote.

"Netflix?" I ask, seeing at it's already booted up. He nods and pulls back from my lap a little. He still leans against me, pulling my legs into his lap now. I click through the shows, one arm thrown around the back of the couch, the other leaning on its elbow behind me on the arm rest.

I find a ocean documentary and skim through the description. I pause when I read about the turtles, going right away to play it. Alex shoots me a look. "What?" I ask, he shakes his head. "C'mon, how can you not love the ocean? There's fricken' turtles in it for God's sake." He busts into a laugh then. "What?" I ask again.

"John..." He trails off. I'm about to ask him what he's so amused by again, but he grins at me so I shut my mouth. "You're cute."

"Thank you." I say simply and settle back to watch my turtle documentary.

I've written so much of this fic and I'm honestly so excited to publish it.
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