Good Boy (Hamilton Lams fanfic)

French Psycho

John's POV

Toxic relationships aren't that pretty...especially when one doesn't bother to think about themselves, rather they think about their partner...their partner that causes the toxicity. One example are James and Thomas. But James was sensible, he knew running away would solve everything, and apparently he's right, probably.

As James left, I got inside the car and drove back home but in a slow speed. While in the road, I saw a car following me. I kept on driving to see if the same car kept on following, but it was. I stopped by a sidewalk, near an alleyway.

I stepped out from the car. The same car that was following me stopped behind my car, then the driver came out. "Jefferson...why the fuck were you following me?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. I gazed at his eyes, the eyes of a sadist. His look was giving me chills, feeling that he'll stab me at any second, decapitate my head and stick it with a pole and display it in his front yard. Either way, I know something's off—what am I talking about? Something is always off when Thomas is around.

"Did you make James leave me?" he asked, his tone was deep and sinister. "You should ask yourself that." I answered him. "Did you give him the idea of running away?" he asked again. "I told you, ask yourself that. I'm not the one who kept on abusing him." I shook my head, glaring at him. "And why am I the one who do you have to see first?"

"Because I hate you. You ruined my life." he said, through his gritted teeth.

"Look, I know I am engaged to Alex because he already moved on from you! Even I'm not here, he would still move on—he's not stupid."

"That's not true. If you don't exist, he'll come crawling back to me."

"And what are you trying to say?" I raised my brow. "I'm going to eliminate you." he growled. "Alex doesn't dig psychotic guys like you." I scoffed. "I'll force him to love me. It's. That. Easy." he grabbed on my neck and pushed me on the alley wall. "Without you, that ring would be worn by me." he psychotically laughed. "How about you...laisse moi te tuer?". "Jefferson!" a familiar voice stepped out from the same car he drove. It was Aaron. "Aaron I told you to stay in the car!" Thomas glared at him. "Thomas, let go of him, it's not worth it." Aaron groaned. "It is!" Thomas yelled back, loosening his grip on my neck as he started to cry. "John, you can leave." Aaron looked at me. I hastily nodded and got back inside my car then drove off.

Aaron's POV

I walked up to Thomas, sitting down on the cement surface, hugging his legs as he sobbed. "Thomas...you shouldn't do that to John." I shook my head. "Now you're in his side..." he muttered. "I am on your side. I'm just full of common sense. When you threaten John, Alex would never go near you ever again." I slowly shook my head. Ever since Thomas turned into this, I've been in his side for a while now. Telling what to do and telling him what not to do.

"Can you at least give me plans about eliminating John?" he looked at me with begging eyes. "Sorry Thomas...I'm not that kind of person." I shook my head.

"So much for being my wingman." he muttered under his breath. Wingman, wingman. The word he always use in calling me. All I did was make them not kill each other, I didn't do any matchmaking in between them.

"I told you, I'm not gonna eliminate John just so you can have Alex again. They're already married." I groaned. "Leave an engaged couple alone, they already moved on."

"YOU KNOW THAT IT'S NOT EASY FOR ME TO MOVE ON!" he snapped, bursting out crying. "If I kill Alex, would you move on as well?" I rolled my eyes. "AARON!" he yelled at me.

"Fine, if you're gonna be like that, I'll just be in my way." I clicked my tongue before walking home. I don't even care when I get tired from going home, I don't want that bastard to be driving while ranting about shit.

Third Person POV

When John arrived back home, he was welcomed with Philip hugging his legs. "Alex did you train our son to randomly hug people?" John giggled and picked his baby boy up. "He just trained himself." Alex answered, sipping his glass of wine.

"He's one fast learner." Laf smiled at Alex. "Guess he got that from you." he poked Alex's cheek. "And maybe your kid will train himself to randomly poke people." Alex groaned. "Hey!" Laf pouted.

Laf checked his phone went it vibrated. "Awww..." he sighed, creasing his eyebrows. "What's wrong?" John went up to him, still carrying Philip. "Hercy won't come home until tomorrow...can I sleepover here? I'm scared of being alone in my apartment." Laf asked.

Just like Alex and John's relationship, they're always together 24/7, none of them will have the guts of going too far from each other. And since Lafayette is more like the clingy baby in his relationship with Hercules, he's often upset when his "daddy" ain't around his presence.

"I miss my daddy." Laf childishly pouted. "You call him that? Damn." Alex drifted his eyes away while he sips in his glass. "Oh come on, you've never been called 'Daddy' before?" Laf raised his brow. "I have been, by my son." Alex clicked his son.

"Hey Philip ain't the only one calling you 'Daddy'." John smirked at Alex. Alex blushed madly at him, avoiding eye contact. Little fact, John does call him that often. He does that because he knows Alex isn't used to being called "Daddy" by someone who is not a child.

"You can stay here for a while French Fry." Alex scruffed Laf's man bun. "Fwench Fwy!" Philip squealed, flailing his chubby little arms around. "Aww!" Laf pinched the infant's chubby cheeks. "I'll take care of your son while you two fuck each other." he brightly grinned.

"Goddammit Lafayette!" the two boys puffed their cheeks. "What? You two are always after each other's dicks." Laf crossed his arms.

"Ugh, I hate it when you're right." Alex scoffed. "Love you too." Laf giggled.

"Hey Alex." John called out his lover. "Yeah?" Alex turned to him. "Soin de me baiser à nouveau?" John simply smiled at him. "JOHN WHAT THE FUCK?" Alex blushed madly, his face scarlet red. "What? Laf taught me that sentence." John tilted his head. "LAFAYETTE!" Alex glared at Laf. "It's how I say I love you to my significant other." Laf smiled, shrugging.

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU SAY IT!"

"Well it is to me."

"You're such a French psycho..." Alex rolled his eyes from him.