Good Boy (Hamilton Lams fanfic)

You're That Loyal

Aight- A/N we gon' speed up to the day before le GRAND wedding because BOIIII I am impatient

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Alex's POV

"LEXI!" my two best friends yelled at my face while I was about to finish my work. "First, you don't have to yell at me. Second, I told you to not call me that." I rolled my eyes away from them, crossing my arms. "Bachelor party, bachelor party, bachelor party." they kept on chanting. I sighed, "I forgot that's today." I chuckled. "Didn't John remind you?" Laf raised his brow at me. "He...did...?" I asked, my shoulders raised up.

"He did! He's already with the girls in their party. Come on let's go crazy- WOOH!" he raises his arms, looking excited. Another party? WITH THEM?! Well fuck, I'm not saying I hate them, I'm just afraid where I might end up in. I'll probably end up sleeping on the curb while my pants are loosened and my hair was tied in twintails...yeah- not gonna let that happen to me.

"Let's not go too crazy, okay?" I shook my head. "Awww." Herc childishly pouted, crossing his arms. "Don't want US to get arrested." I chuckled under my breath, slowly shaking my head.

"Okay fine, fine." Herc rolled his eyes, still pouting. Out of all my friends, Herc is the MOST insane, but he's still as soft as a baby's butt cheek. I still love him. He gave me advice, alcohol when I'm sad and he almost gave me a horse when I was slightly suicidal.

"Don't worry Alex, I'll be your guide on your drunk trail." Laf smiled, scruffing my head. Yeah, "guide", guide to MORE alcohol. Marquis de Baguette- I mean, Lafayette. My dearest. French Friend of mine who is in the middle of sane and insane meter. He's the fanciest and sometimes formal. Only time he got way too formal was the time he met Herc's parents. Wow, I was so proud.

"Oh, I heard you guys are having a bachelor party." Aaron chimed in, softly smiling. "Yup, wanna join us Burr?" Herc offered. "If it's fine with Alexander here." Aaron looked at me.

Should I give him a chance? Should I? Hmmm...well, John did tell me to be more friendly. My friendship with Aaron lessened because of my pride to my work, pulling him back. Yeah. I was too nonstop.

"Sure." I simply smiled back at him. "Oh? I thought you wouldn't." Aaron chuckled. "I wouldn't...but then I realized, you're not that bad." I looked at him, still smiling. I'm not pulling a fake smile, I am now sincere this time.

"Well? Let's go!" Herc cheered. He dragged all of us outside the building, rushing to the parking lot. The four of us decided to go in pairs. Obviously Herc's Pair and Laf...and I was left with Aaron, great.

"Just follow us." Herc said before getting in his car. "You better not mislead us!" I said back, getting in my car with Aaron.

Our two vehicles drove out with mine following Herc's. I kept my eyes on the car, making the atmosphere with Aaron awkward.

"So...your wedding with John is tomorrow afternoon, eh?" Aaron suddenly asked. "Yep, finally marrying him." I smiled.

"Are you gonna invite Thomas?" Aaron asked, snickering. "Obviously no, he would just end up ruining it anyway." I answered, rolling my eyes.

"How are you and Theo Sr and Jr?" I asked, trying to make the ambience more lively. "Oh we're doing fine, Theo Jr finally knows her first French word." he sighed, smiling. "Oh? What's that word?" I tilted my head. "Amour." he giggled. "Holy fuck that's adorable."

"Did Philip say his first French word yet?" he tilted his head. "Do French numbers count?" I shrugged. Yup, Philip's first French word is "Un", and BOI that's adorable as hell—I want to punch something.

"Of course." he grinned. "His first number is 'Un', I seriously passed out from too much cuteness." I chuckled.

That's definitely true. I always pass out when Philip does something adorable. It's basically the deadliest thing in the world.

"Hey gays, I mean guys, we're here." Herc tapped on the car window when I stopped driving. Aaron and I went out of my car, and damn—just I was expecting, a bar.

"Does it have to be this place?" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Oh come on, you had fun before!" Herc placed his arm around my shoulders. "Yeah, that was before I learnt that being groped on the balls isn't comfortable." I clicked my tongue, getting away from Herc.

He dragged all of us inside and yup, typical view—men erotically dancing on the dance floor, and maybe the bathrooms will have at least two men sucking each other off.

"Oh...apparently you took us to a gay bar." Aaron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You guys always beg me to come with you here, but I always decline. And here I am...damn."

"Okay! Let's have fun!" Herc dragged us again to an area where couches are placed. "I'll be back first." Herc smiled before leaving us. The three of us sat down on the couches, scanning the place. "It's been a while since I've visited here." I sighed, slightly smiling.

I am somewhat thrilled yet scared. Thrilled because this place has never ending fun, and I am already having fun. Scared because I don't want the exact same incident to happen to me again but with a different person.

Oh boy...let's see what does Herc have in store. Instead of Herc walking back to us, a tall man with a powdered wig that has curls on the sides while swaying his hips went up to me.

He leaned down to face me. Guess he's British, 'cause his accent is quite...sexy.

"Yes, in fact I am." I nodded. "And you are?" I raised my brow, staring at his blue eyes. "George...but my stage name is Kingsley." he smirked at me.

"He's the best one here, how 'bout you two have fun together?" Herc chuckled sitting back down on the couch. "I couldn't..." I shook my head. "Awww~ it's your bachelor party! You deserve some fun." George placed his rough palms on my cheeks. "I'm...just way too loyal towards my husband." I sighed, I puffing my cheeks.

"Come on Alex, Eliza told me that John is also in a similar bar like this." Laf lightly bumped my shoulder. He showed me his phone where Eliza took a pic of John being given a lap dance by a man with a caption: "Spoiling the cat 😂"

I laughed at the photo. "Wow, John is THAT naughty." I shook my head, still laughing my ass off. "Okay, I guess I could have fun with the King." I looked back at George. "Awesome! Wow!" he grinned.

He took off his fur coat to show off his toned chest. "My loyal royal subject~" he stroked my head as he slowly began to sexily dance in front of me.

"I didn't know this is what the king does in his free time~" I bit my bottom lip, scanning his body from up to down. "I do this all the time." he sat down on my lap, facing me.

"Um...you always do th-" I was cut off by him suddenly starting to gyrate his kingly bulge against me. "Nah, I only do this to special customers~" he wrapped his arms around my neck. "Christ- no, stop." I held his hips, trying to stop his action. "Huh? Why?" he childishly pouted. "It's just...no." I sighed, lowering my head. "Ugh, you're no fun." he stood up then just casually left.

"Damn my loyalty." I rubbed my right temple with my index finger. "Hey come on, it proved that you're very loyal to John because you stopped him from doing too intimate things on you." Aaron placed his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks Burr." I smiled at him.