Laurens, I Like You A Lot

He's Back

I realized that they've only been dating since November, but they have known each other since like late August (cause let's say that's when Alex moved in and that's the typical time a college student moves in) and like of course they've liked each other since August, they were both too pussy to do something, but like, if you feel like some things feel rushed because they weren't dating for that long, just remember that they knew each other longer 🤷🏽‍♀️ also like people fall in love differently and some people rush things and some people take it slow soooooo

John's P.O.V

Alexander kisses my forehead, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

"I can see why you had so much fun. That was fun." Alexander says. I laugh into his chest, a little embarrassed.

"I can't believe I was submissive, I was so vulnerable. It was...I don't know."

"It was hot for me. Seeing you want me that bad. But I know you like to be the lead most of the time, but I wanted a turn."

"No, I totally understand. I just didn't know you had that side of you. It turned me on to see how confident you were and just..."

"Thank you. I'm gonna remember that. It's just, like I said. I wanna not depend on people and do my own things and I guess this was one of them. I wanted to feel wanted."

"Alex baby, you're always gonna be wanted by me. You don't have to define that by sticking yourself in me." Alex lets out a laugh, my head rising and falling with his chest.

"Oh my gosh, please never phrase it like that ever again." He says, stroking my hair.

"That's what it is."

"I know, but the term just sounds so...I don't know. Not like what it actually is."

"What is it actually?"

"I don't know. A showing of love." I look up at him, looking at his chocolate eyes as they avoid my eyes, staring up at the ceiling. I tilt his head towards me.

"It is. It definitely is. It's just...a little embarrassing to admit." I say. He turns slightly red and kisses me, hard. I smile into the kiss, moving slightly on top of him. I pull away, and I kiss his forehead.

"I love you. I don't say it enough but I feel it every time I look at you. I feel it every time I see you smile, laugh, every time your eyebrow creases when you're concentrating. How you ramble on when you're nervous. I love you." I say, a spur of my thoughts and emotions just coming out. It isn't structured, but it's everything I'm feeling.

"I..I-" I cut him off by kissing him again. I don't need to hear it. I know he loves me.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I wake up the next morning a little sore from yesterday's events. But nonetheless, the day must go on.

The whole college is still on winter vacation, classes resume on January 12th, which gives us about two weeks until we go back.

Which means I have about two weeks of Alexander's full attention until he goes back to his crazy studying and weird extra assignments.

I feed Toby, the turtle my mother got me for Christmas and I watch him swim around a little bit. After researching and using my marine biologist skills, I found out that Toby was actually a girl, but I kept the name because it suits her.

Alexander stirs a little and then wakes up, grumbling something to himself.

"Alex?" I say. He looks over to me and a see relief wash over his face.

"Morning." He says, rolling over the bed to get off it. He joins me in watching Toby.

"You okay?" I ask him. He starts to nod his head, but then quickly shakes it.

"There's no point in lying. I'm not. I...just had a nightmare."

"Of what?"

"You weren't actually gay and you were just using me."

"Sounds like my nightmare." Alex's eyes widen and he widens his mouth a little.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot."

"It's fine. That's probably where the idea came from. Are you okay though? You want a massage or some hot chocolate?" He initially shakes his head, but then he looks me in the eye.

"Actually, could I get some hot chocolate?" I smile, kissing the top of his head.

"Of course baby." I leave the door and I see a man leaning against the wall.

"Excuse me? You need help with anything?" I ask.

"Is there an Alexander Hamilton in this room?"

"That depends. Who are you to him?" I ask, smiling.

"His father." My eyes immediately widen and my eyebrow raises.

Oh my god. He's back.

"B-but you left him."

"I know. I-I just want to talk to him. I've been out here for 20 minutes trying to come up with what I should say and I just...can't."

"I-I..."

"Are you his friend?"

"His boyfriend." I say bitterly. He raises his eyebrow, but he doesn't scoff or laugh. He respects his sons sexuality. He's just surprised, which is an acceptable response.

Maybe I should let him in...

"Okay...just-" I don't know what to say. But, I let him in. I stand in the doorframe as I watch as he enters.

Alexander looks up from Toby, at first with a huge smile and then it quickly goes to a straight line.

"Father?"