LAMS - school of lies

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IF YOU DON"T THINK THIS IS AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT HOT THAN THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY TO TURN YOU ON.... ENJOY THE CHAPTER!!!

JOHN POV

I had woken up with an Alexander under the covers with me with that same look. (THE ONE IN THE PIC). it was adorable, and i had to admit that i was turned on a bit. i cupped his cheek in my hand and pulled him into a soft kiss. he melted into the kiss just like how i wanted him to. i wrapped my arms over his feminine waist and he snaked his arms around my neck. then i realized: someone was watching us.

Laffayette was watching us both with lust in his eyes. Alex was confused about why the kiss stopped so he turned around to see what i was looking at. then, i saw his eyes widening and he held me tighter. 

ALEX POV

oh hell no: i turned around to see why my wonderful kiss with John had stopped, and i ended up looking at Laf, probably plotting something, most DEFINITELY hard. i tightened my grip around John's neck and i refused to let go. 

go fuck Herc or something!!! just leave us alone.

i heard his soft voice that laf only used when he was turned on:

"you do not have any pyjamas, petite fille?"

i understood the translation, and what he wanted to do with John. the words he said in french were pajamas and baby girl.

"back off, laf, he already had a rough night yesterday."

i saw john swallow and nod, agreeing with me. i guess he was scared because he knew that he would be sub if he did it with Laf, and he was already worn out as it is. laf walked in closer to us and i hissed at him. he went over to the side of the bed where John was and tried to take the blanket off of John. but then he slapped Laf's hand away and said,

"i'm cold."

laf nodded and went out of the room.

i quickly and quietly got up to lock the door and come back to the bed.he looked me up and down lovingly.

"well aren't you as pretty as a peach.~~" he said smiling and letting his southern accent show.

i think it was natural so i asked,

"where are you from?"

he smiled more and said "South Carolina. why, does it show?"

i giggled and he kissed me sweetly. i held his cheek and melted into the kiss, he put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. 

just then i heard the door trying to be opened and i smirked while still kissing John.

"HEY!! Pourquoi cette porte est-elle verrouillée ???!!!" (why is his door locked???!!!)

i snickered and responded with,

"pourquoi t'en préoccupes-tu?" (why do you care?)

i heard a banging on the door but after that nothing happened.

john played with my hair and asked something that caught me off guard:

"what do even see in me?? i mean, i'm not that smart, my hair is a huge giant MESS, i'm don't even have the one ting that i thought i was assured when i was born in South Carolina! southern charm!" 

i looked at him as if he was seriously stupid and replied with a tilt of my head and a cocked eyebrow.

"john: your southern charm is like one of the things everyone talks about, you get straight A's all the time, your hair is beautiful, and for the record, you are probably the best  fuck i have ha in a long long long long looooooooooooooooong time. mm, mm! you're so nice , John!"