Glory is for Another Day // Lams Oneshots

Counting Stars //Lams

John paced the halls and clutched his head. Alex was missing again in the middle of the night, and John could guess where he was. But he hoped he wasn't there.

Lately, I've been
I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be.

John sighed and gave in, climbing the flimsy ladder up to the roof of the apartment building. When he pulled himself onto the flat concrete top, he immediately spotted Alex staring at the sky.

"Alex, what are you doing up here? I thought you were going to stop risking your life every time you wanted to think,"

But baby, I've been
I've been praying hard.

"This is still the best place, though. My thoughts are free up here,"

Said no more counting dollars.
We'll be counting stars.

"This is dangerous. Can't you think inside?"

"That place is too confining,"

I see this life like a swinging vine.
Swing my heart across the line.

"Then go to a park or something. This is going to get you hurt someday,"

Alex didn't respond, just continued to look up at the sky. John sighed and rested beside him.

In my face is flashing signs.
Seek it out and ye shall find.

"Hey, John,"

"What?"

Oh, but I'm not that old.

"You remind me of a bird. You don't have to go somewhere to think, because you're always free inside your heart,"

Young, but I'm not that bold.

"And that's supposed to mean?"

"You're a magnificent person, John,"

I don't think the world is sold.

John blushed faintly. "Thank you,"

"And you don't have to see the sky, you can just look in the mirror. Your freckles are like stars,"

"Alex, cut it out,"

"Never. You're beautiful,"

I'm just doing what we're told.

John's breath caught in his throat. "Why are you telling me all this, anyway?"

"I don't think people tell you often enough. I think you grew up and people would beat you down, and now you don't believe that you can be pretty,"

John inched a little closer so they were almost touching. "You're pretty too,"

"I'm alright," Alex giggled.

John laughed too. "Alex, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Anything for you, Johnny,"

"Are you straight?"

"Not since I saw a picture of Brendon Urie, no,"

I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing.

John chuckled. "So you wouldn't be offended if..."

I feel something so wrong, doing the right thing.

Alexander cocked his head, a slanted smile crossing his face. "Hey, Johnny, relax. Finish the sentence,"

I couldn't lie,
Couldn't lie,
Couldn't lie.

John rolled over and pinned Alex to the roof as he kissed him. Alex kissed back, reaching up to run one hand through John's hair and the other down his back.

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.

John pulled away breathlessly, panting as Alex gripped his shirt. Alex smirked, and John squinted.

"What's with the smug face?"

Lately, I've been
I've been losing sleep.
Dreaming about the things that we could be.
Lately, I've been
I've been praying hard.
Said no more counting dollars,
We'll be counting stars.

Alex traced John's face with his palm and stared into the heavens. "Well, darling, I have big hopes for us. One day, we'll be up there,"

AN: requested by AKfreakin47 Ily bish, thank you.

(558 words)

-AX