*NOTE*

Sorry it's been so much longer. I've been busy with school and theatre and stuff. So, a quick warning, this chapter has smut in it. ;). I promised it! ~Enjoy~

Lafayette awoke to a blaring alarm clock screaming at him. He jumped up, yelling, "Merde!" before realizing what it was.

Turning off the alarm that was purposely set an hour early, he looked around his new dorm. It was cozy and smelled like Hercules' cologne. Laf liked it.

Herc had already left for his first class, so he was all alone. All alone in a dorm that belonged to somebody else in a country that most people don't even know how to pronounce his name.

Turning over, he realized that Hercules had left his phone on his end table. There was a strict no phones policy in class, Laf had been told.

Curious, he grabbed hold of it. He turned it on (almost as easily as he did to Herc) and searched through it.

Damn. Hercules really should have put a passcode on.

He went into photos and scrolled through. A lot were videos of John Laurens ranting about turtles, and there was an occasional selfie here and there. Almost as he got to the top, he realized a mirror selfie of Herc shirtless. He tapped on it to make it bigger, staring with wide eyes.

Herc's delicious brown skin was carved to have perfect abs and a six-pact. His eyes were a dark, mysterious brown that provided a canvas for the rest of his face. His plump lips looked so full and… and good. Just good.

Great.

Laf looked down at Hercule's V-Line. His hips curved perfectly, creating it. His shorts covered up anything and everything past that, though. Laf looked closer, trying to find any sign of a bulge, but gave up. God damn you, Herc, why must you wear black?!

He breathed in and out, admiring all of the sharp curves and full brown warmth of his new roommate. "Pourquoi est-tu si chaud, Hercules?" He muttered to the picture.

Once he was done, he went back to the home screen. He wanted to learn more about Herc. And the only way to do that must be…

…Reading his texts!

Laf opened up Herc's messages. There was lists of confusing nicknames: Magilicious, DaddyFucker, MommyFucker, Stereotypical Jew, you name it. The only one he really recognized was JohnnyTurt, which was probably John Laurens considering all of his ranting videos.

He scrolled to the top of the page, reading endless conversations that seemed to always circle. Best friends, huh? Then… Ooh! One of them was only sent the night before.

Laf read the conversation calmly. As he got farther into it, his mouth fell open and his eyes opened wide. Each word sparked his interest and anxiety until the very end. As he threw down the phone and stood up, the last words of the text chain echoed in his head over and over again. Over and over.

Soon, Frenchie is going to be mine.

Laf had only one statement to respond to it as.

Damn right.

*TIME CHANGE YAY YOU GUYS IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY READING THIS!*

Herc and Laf walked back to the dorm together, laughing and joking like boys do. Although only they could feel it, the sexual tension between them was real.

"Gosh, before you came, I would just have to listen to John talking about turtle this and turtle that all day long," Herc giggled.

"Well you're welcome for being your savior."

"And seriously, Laf. Feel free to make yourself at home here," he said as they unlocked the door and walked inside. "It is technically your home as much as it is mine."

"Thanks, Hercules."

"Of course. It's what I've got to do. Plus it's not like I have a fucking choice." They both burst out in laughter at that one.

"Anyways Laf, I've got homework to do. I'll be at this desk. Do whatever you want, just stay quiet."

"D'accord Herc."

Hercules set up his biology homework that was really classwork he just didn't finish. Reading each question carefully, he filled it out with neat handwriting and probably getting 99% of the questions right.

Meanwhile, Laf watched as his roommate worked. His concentration was crazy, and made him wonder what else he could pay attention to. Then the shirtless mirror selfie flashed into his head, and he imagined the boy in front of him stripping his T-shirt. Laf licked his lips unconsciously and felt a spark of arousal in his chest.

Hot damn.

Hercules continued to jot down answers, completely oblivious to the kid behind him. This just means I get to stare at him longer, Laf thought.

The working boy reached a surprisingly difficult problem and started to suck on his pen, thinking.

"Merde!" Laf said out loud.

"What is it?"

"…Nothing," he breathed out, watching his roommate continue moving the pen in and out of his mouth.

He could feel the exciting spark in his chest go down to his stomach, then to his groin. The pressured built up in the Frenchman's pants as he stared at the pen, envying it.

After around five minutes of taking it in, he stood up and went over to Hercules. He placed his hands softly on his back, rubbing his sharp shoulder blades through his shirt.

"Maybe you should take a break. You've got all night. If you keep up like this, that pen is the most action you'll ever see," he said, surprised at his own English.

Hercules hesitated before shaking his head. "I've got to get this done. We've got a test on this soon."

Lafayette leaned down so his lips were almost touching Herc's ear. "But you've been at it for so long now."

The feeling of his breath kissing his ear made Herc's stomach flutter. "You don't understand. We've got to get stuff done in America. Some things you just have to finish."

"Exactly," Laf whispered, his voice getting husky. "You started it."

Hercules tried ignoring him and paying attention to the paper, despite the growing tent in his pants and his suddenly burning dick.

"Just put away that homework for later, mon amour," he muttered, lips brushing against Herc's neck. "You can have everything if you save it." He leaned in and bit the soft skin under his jawline.

That seemed to be the breaking point for him. He swung around in the chair and grabbed Laf closer to him so that their lips connected. Herc twisted their tongues together and patiently bit the Frenchman's bottom lip, causing him to cry out. He bit at his neck, craving every bit of skin and veins he could find.

Herc pushed his hips forward so that their clothed cocks rubbed together, making them both moan. They started palming each other, breathing hard.

"Let's get these fucking things off," Laf said, pulling off Herc's shirt. They stripped as quickly as possible, then just stood there for a minute, drinking in the beauty of the other's body.

Then with one quick movement, Hercules lifted Laf up so that he was straddling him, and fell back onto one of the beds. They continued to make out, bucking their hips into each other so they both got much-needed friction.

After a couple minutes, Laf held onto Herc's hard dick and whispered seductively to him, "I can fix this for you."

He smirked. "Then what are you waiting for?"

With little to no hesitation, Lafayette started running his hands along his length in uneven bursts, teasing him. "Oh god, Laf, go faster."

Instead he went slower, squeezing it slightly. "Laf! Did you fucking hear me?"

He stared him dead in the eye, both staring at the other's blown up pupils. Then with a sudden movement, Laf started to stroke him at the speed of light. It took all Herc had not to scream.

"What about you?" he asked through pants. "I saw you looking at that pen jealously. You want my mouth all over you, don't you?"

Laf's cock twitched at the thought. "Fuck yes, monsieur. Merde."

Herc, while receiving a hand job, bent down and started sucking on his roommate's head. His tongue slowly circled around the rest of the shaft, as he sucked out most of the precum forming at the tip, swallowing it all. At this, the Frenchman pushed his hips forward, making Hercules happily engulf the entire thing in his mouth.

For a while, they just worked and received, sighing at the incredible pleasure filling their bodies. All of a sudden, Laf started stroking and pulling really quickly, making Hercules let out a moan. "Don't stop, Frenchie. I'm going to cum," he said in a muffled voice.

At those words, Lafayette, found the strength in himself to speak. "Same. Oh Dieu."

A couple seconds went by as they both felt their climax wash over them. The pressure built up and spilled out of their dicks, Laf's going into Herc's mouth. He stared him right in the eye and gulped his cum down, wanting the taste to last forever.

Then with a sigh, they both collapsed beside each other, side by side. Their breathing was quick and deep, letting the power of their orgasms wash over them.

"Holy shit," Hercules muttered when he was able to speak again. "You're so fucking good."

"And that's coming from you? You got Frenchie and got him right."

He let out a breath listening to Laf's accent. "You read the texts I presume?"

"Ouais."

"So…" They both turned towards each other. "What are we now?"

Laf responded by closing the gap in between their lips, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. "Whatever you want, mon amour."

Then with a smile, Herc wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close to his bare chest so that they were cuddled together. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

*NOTE*

Yay! My first smut! Leave a review, please! And not to fear, there will most likely be more to come in this fanfiction. Love you all!