in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

chapter 35

a/n: nsfw
third person
everyone runs down to beach while the sun sets with the exception of alex and john. john is putting the clean semen free sheets back on the bed, and alexander is reading in a chair that's in the room. the curtains to the sliding door are closed, keeping any natural light out of the room. alex pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, then proceeds to be one of the nasty people who lick their finger to turn the page of a book.

alexander looks up to see john struggling with tucking in the second sheet. he gets up to help by holding the bed up while john tucked the sheet into the corner of the bed. they did the same thing with the other side.

"thanks." laurens smiles.

"mhm. wouldn't have had to do it if you didn't have a nocturnal emission though."

john simply scoffs, not knowing what to say in response.

alexander decides to tease him. "what? cat got your tongue? you still haven't told me if i was in it, but judging by the way you're acting, i'm going to say i was."

"shut it, hamilton."

hamilton shrugs, standing up from his spot on the chair and instead moves to the bed. he continues to tease the other man.

"it's completely fine if i was, there's really no harm done in it. i guess i'm worthy enough to be in it."

john scowls, taking in a deep breath. "i said, shut it."

"don't get your panties in a twist, i see no problem with it. you tossed and turned a lot during that dream though, i wonder what was happening. was it pain or pleasure? both-,"

alexander gets cut off when his book is suddenly being thrown across the bedroom and he's being pinned down to the bed with one hand around his neck and a knee in between his legs to keep him down. his eyes widen, and a small smile spreads across his lips. one hand flies up to grab onto john's wrist and the other just stays at his side. he makes a small attempt to move but that attempt was in vain because when he did john just dug his knee further in between his legs.

"i'd be quiet if i were you, hamilton."

hamilton's lips are slightly parted, a slight smirk growing on them. he struggles under john's grip, and he immediately regrets doing so when he unintentionally grinds against john's knee. his breath catches in his throat.

"please don't tell me you're turned on." john breathes.

"okay. i won't."

john gets up, rubbing his temples in an annoyed way. alexander stays on the bed, giggling like a school girl.

"i don't see what's funny."

"the fact that you think you're mean and scary." alexander laughs.

"i told you to stop talking didn't i?"

"you didn't make that clear." alexander shrugs.

john rolls his eyes, dragging his hands down his face. he huffs, then proceeds to sit down on the carpet.

"do you remember our conversation a few days ago?" john asks.

"you mean the one where i told you why i'm afraid of bodies of water? of course not."