Orphanage AU: Lams

Chapter 64: When the Sun goes Down

 A short, sweet, gay chapter for only our two favorite gay children. Mostly just cute.

---John's POV---

As people began to leave and the sun started to set, my phone vibrated, and I pulled it out, smiling as Alex did the same.

"Please come to the office when you have the time," Alex and I read in unison. "Bring Alex," I read, just as Alex read:

"Bring John."

I took his hand and pulled him towards the door, waving goodbye to Maria and Eliza as the bell signalled our exit.

"I wonder what it is," Alex remarked as his fingers tapped gently over my knuckles. The bandages had almost been removed, the layers much thinner. Still rough, but I didn't mind. I hummed in response, watching the sun touch the treetops, casting rich colors across the sky. Oranges, yellows, pinks, blues.

The colors cast a soft glow on Alex, the light playing over his cheekbones, alighting on stray strands of hair, emphasising the shine of his eyes and the black of his eyelashes.

I stopped in the middle of the grassy field that the kids had left half an hour ago. "Let's kiss."

Alex turned around, holding both my hands and winding our fingers together. It felt so right, like two jagged broken pieces of glass melting together to form something smooth and whole. "You're to the point."

I raised on hand and kissed his knuckles right where the bandages parted just a little. "You look really nice in this light."

Alex dropped on of my hands to wrap his arm around my waist. He seemed to really like doing that. I really liked it when he did that. "You really want to have the cliché kiss-when-the-sun-goes-down?"

I shrugged, smiling at his point. "I just really want to kiss."

Then Alex's arm tightened, drawing me closer, and his lips were pressed against mine, soft and eager. I responded with equal enthusiasm, my lips parting as his tongue swept my bottom lip, leading the kiss from gentle to fierce, passionate and rich. It was like the sunset, warm and thick with expression, bright with emotion, beautiful with love.

I decided I really liked the when the sun goes down cliché.

Alex looked thoughtfully at the sunset after we pulled away. "I always wanted to kiss you." he admitted finally.

I gulped. "What?" Had I heard him right? What did that even mean?

"I always- I had a crush on you since pretty much the moment we met." Alex was still staring at the colorful sky, but his cheeks were too red for it just to be the light. He let out a soft chuckle. "You had me at 'hello'."

I spluttered. Such an intelligent response. "Oh my god. We're so dumb."

Alex glanced at me quickly before blushing and going back to watching the sun. "Why's that?"

So freaking adorable when he was bashful.

"I liked you too. I liked you from the moment we shook hands."

Alex turned back to me. "You're kidding."

"Nope." We walked into the office laughing.

As soon as I was through the doorway, my voice caught in my throat. I opened and closed my mouth, but no words came out. Alex appeared uncomfortable, and I squeezed his hand to let him know he wasn't intruding.

"Hi," I squeaked. And then we were laughing and hugging.

"John!"

"Michael!" I gasped. "Mother!"

---Alex's POV---

The only other time I'd ever seen John so happy was when I'd told him I loved him. It lit up the world.

"Alex, this is Michael and my mother."

I shook their hands with a smile. "Call me Eleanor," Ms. Laurens told me.

"Mother, Michael, this is Alex," John gestured. He ducked his head shyly. "My boyfriend."

I waved awkwardly, and John's brother let out a whistle and applauded so vigorously, I could easily recognise how much it would hurt to see him pretend to be someone he wasn't. He seemed so him.

Michael marched right up to me. "If you even think about hurting my brother in any way, it won't matter that we live in different states. You could run to the other side of the world-"

John interrupted Michael with a grin. "If Alex hurts me I will thank him for giving me the happiest days of my life before," he gave an exaggerated pause, "whatever."

I only gaped. "Damn," I said. "Memory."

John smirked. "I'm a man of many talents."

A knock sounded on the door, and I quickly opened it to see Philip, gazing apprehensively up at me.

"Mr. Washington, sir, you wanted to see me."

Washington spoke up from the chair behind his cluttered desk. "Mr. Philip, come in, have you met your mother?"

---John's POV---

"What?" I blurted.

"What?" Philip echoed.

"What?!" Michael added for good measure.

Alex observed logically, "Well, you do look alike."

We were all staring at Mr. Washington. All of us except for Mother, who was staring at Philip, and Mr. Washington, who was staring at Mother.

Washington cleared his throat. "I believe Eleanor is the one more qualified to tell this story." Eleanor? Did they know each other?

I looked back and forth. "Do you guys know each other?"

Michael looked as though he'd just been forced to swallow something nasty. "Wait... why don't I look like them?" He pointed to us.

Philip shook his head. "But... wait... I'm an orphan. Right?"

Mother took a deep breath and held her hands up to silence us. "Let me tell you a story."

I said mostly just cute.

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