We Should Be Together - Lams AU

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John's POV
Alex and I got back to the hotel room after several hours of sightseeing. I'd really enjoyed it - the Champs-Élysées was stylish and the various museums and architecture were beautiful.

And what made it all the more beautiful? Alex. My boyfriend. Woah, I've gotta get used to saying that!

I'd held his hand the whole time (give or take a few moments) and I'd loved it. I loved him. I loved feeling like an item with him.

Alex sat on his bed with his back facing me. He was tired - I mean, he'd walked around the streets of Paris the entire time. Who could blame him? I was tired too!

"Hey," I caught his attention.

"Hmm?" He hummed slightly, which was a warm, tuneful noise.

"I know that when I was in Herc and Laf's room I was supposed to be focused on saving Laf's life, but I also couldn't help but notice that they'd pushed their beds together," I hinted.

"Yeah," Alex dismissed. "What are you suggesting?"

"We should do it!" I chirped, pushing my bed closer to his, until they bumped together.

Alex turned around, and his mouth dropped open.

"John...?"

"Look, I know you're fresh out of a relationship, so we don't have to do anything, I just want to be close to you," I explained, before changing into my pyjamas and moving into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I heard Alex's sigh. He was still hurting from Eliza, but he had to get over that. I would have to gently bring him back to the prospect of a relationship.

Once I was done, Alex barged past me into the bathroom. "Took you long enough," He muttered. I laughed it off. He was just bantering with me. Alex wasn't a bully.

And even if he was, I would still love him. Because that's what boyfriends do. And I do seriously love Alex.

I curled up under the covers of my side of the bed, resting my head on the pillow, as I eagerly awaited Alex's return. I was sort of hoping that tonight would be the night where I could finally realize my fantasies.

Alex's POV
My fingers shook as I texted Eliza. I was so uncomfortable. I didn't want to sleep with John! He'd been so clingy all day, I needed space from him.

My phone buzzed as Eliza texted me back.

Betsy ❤️: He just pushed your beds together?! Omg, that's so creepy!

Alex: I know! And now I have to sleep with him...

Betsy ❤️: This isn't what you want to hear, but you're going to have to do it. You won't be able to fool him otherwise.

Alex: John is so gullible. I'll just tell him I'm still hurting from you, and push his bed away again.

Betsy ❤️: And you think he's gonna believe that? He's being irrational at the moment. He won't believe anything he doesn't like. Just lie there and cuddle him.

Alex: What if he wants to do more?

Betsy ❤️: We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

I put my phone back in my pocket and left the bathroom, as I was faced with John curled up in bed, waiting for me.

"Hey baby," He mumbled from behind the pillows. I forced a smile as I swallowed back vomit and climbed into bed beside him.

Immediately, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, as I fought back squirming. All I had to do was let him hug me, and that would all be OK.

It was then that I sensed subtle movement of John's hips. I knew exactly what he was doing.

Oh God, no, he did want to do more. I could feel him grinding on me. A tiny little moan quietly escaped his lips, which pushed me over the edge - I couldn't ignore it anymore.

Jolting to face him, I caught him in the act. He didn't even look ashamed. He cheekily smiled, before leaning in for another kiss. Grazing my lips, John pushed himself even closer to me.

Oh God, I couldn't do this.

"Alex..." He moaned breathlessly. "Alex, please... I've wanted this for so long and now seems so right."

He rolled his crotch across mine, hugely arousing him, but making me feel even worse. He clung to my shoulders and slammed his lips into mine, trying to get his tongue through.

Just when I was about to face it, someone knocked politely on the door.

I jumped out of bed and calmly stumbled towards the door, before turning the handle. I opened it to be faced with Eliza holding a shirt of mine.

I breathed a sigh of relief. This was why I loved Eliza - she left nothing to chance.

"I believe this belongs to you," She hissed, thrusting the shirt at me.

"Thank you," I cut coldly, winking at her. I snatched the shirt off her and went to back away. "Is that everything?"

She snorted. "After all those things you left in my room, you ask if that's everything when I gave you one shirt! I have a whole pile of your crap in my room."

"Well, I'll be getting that back tomorrow then!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't count on that," Eliza sniggered. "If it's there tomorrow, I'll be burning it."

"Oh, goddamnit!" I grunted, pushing past her.

"Alex!" John whined. "Can't you go later tonight?" I wavered.

"I'll be getting my lighter," Eliza smirked, turning to leave.

"I'll... I'll be right back," I assured John, before tearing after Eliza. We walked into her room together, where a small pile of my clothes sat on her bed.

As soon as the door closed, I grabbed her and crashed my lips into hers. She reciprocated and wrapped her hands around my head.

"God, I missed you so much!" I murmured into her hair, having broken away.

"Me too, baby," Eliza whispered back. "But soon we'll be together. John will realize you're a douche and that'll be that."

"I love you," I said, before kissing her again.

"I love you too," She replies once we'd finished the kiss. We both stood for a moment, gazing upon each other's faces. "He wanted to go further, didn't he?"

"You know it," I replied, shuddering. "He was properly grinding on me and everything. I wanted to be sick."

"Well..." Eliza slipped her arms around my waist and gave me a sultry look. "How about we take it further?"

"I'd like that," I whispered. Eliza smirked and got down onto her knees. My God, this was going to be good.

John's POV
It had been about an hour since Alex had left, and I was worried about him. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the book in my hands, my mind kept drifting to him.

Finally, the door opened and Alex staggered in with a pile of clothing. I jolted up, delighted to see him, and leapt out of bed to help him. Finally, Alex and I dropped his clothes on our bed and sorted through them.

Once that was done, we both got back in.

Although, Eliza had killed the moment. I was going to have to wait even longer.

And I hated that.

I still hated her.

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Word Count: 1210 Words