i have no excuse. this is just fluff. my crush kinda flirted with me? i'll keep you all posted
"John?" Alex mumbled, rolling over as the deafening screech of John's alarm clock ripped him out of unconsciousness.
"Hmmmph," was his only response.
"Turn the alarm off, please, I can't reach it."
John groaned, rolling over to slam the off button on his alarm clock and then curling up next to Alex again. Alex huffed out quiet laughter, sitting up and looking at John, reaching out and ruffling his hair.
"It's not a school day, we can sleep in." John said, rolling back over to look at Alex, grabbing his shirt and tugging him back down, Alexander smiling and settling back down next to him,
BZZZZ! BZZZZ! John grumbled, sitting up and grabbing his phone, Alexander glancing up at him.
"Who is it?" He yawned, rolling onto his back and stretching his arms above his head while John read the texts.
"Aaron," John responded, smiling at the text message. "Apparently he's off on a date with Theo and James."
"James Madison?"
"Yeah."
"So he's poly. Cool," Alex climbed into John's lap and sprawled out, looking up at him.
"D'you wanna do anything today?"
"Mmm," Alex responded, tucking his face into John's stomach, feeling John pull the covers up over him and rake his fingers through Alex's hair.
Alex hadn't realized he'd fallen back asleep, at least until he woke up to the sound of John's kitten snores. He sat up, kissing John's forehead before climbing out of bed- it was only 11AM, but still much later than Alex usually got up.
"Come back, you're warm," John groaned, sitting up and looking over at Alex, his hair falling around his face and onto his shoulders.
"We have to get up at some point, John."
"Noooooooooo," John responded, slamming the pillow over his face and screaming into it. Alexander huffed a laugh, pulling the pillow off of his face.
"C'mon, get up," Alex teased, holding out a hand for John to pull himself up with. John groaned, getting up and reaching for his nightstand, where a hairband had been casually tossed. He pulled his hair back, looking at Alex.
"D'you wanna go ice skating or something? It's getting cold, the rink's probably open." John said, yawning and opening his closet, pulling on jeans over the boxers he'd slept in.
"That might make us the most clichè gay couple on the planet, but sure." John laughed in response, pulling on a green hoodie over his PJ shirt.
"Where's my wallet?"
"Your sock drawer, probably." John retrieved it, shoving it in his pocket.
"Let's go," John said, kissing his cheek. Alexander took his hand, going out the door and down the stairs to the front door, walking out to the street. Tiny flurries of snow were piling up on the ground, dusting their hair with the white powder. Alexander scooted closer to John on the sidewalk to keep up the warmth, John chuckling and wrapping an arm around him to keep him warm.
Alexander sighed in relief, walking with John down the few blocks they'd need to travel to the ice rink. He was comfortably nestled into John's side, their hips knocking together as they walked, keeping each other warm.
They arrived at the ice rink, tiny glittering light bulbs lining all of the trees. Alex sat down on a bench, starting to take his shoes off.
"I'll go get us ice skates," John declared, running off to the little shack where they rented them out. Alexander wrestled off his tennis shoes, looking up at the skates John held out to him and shoving them onto his feet.
"Have you skated before?" John asked, carefully balancing on the blades on the flat ground, not on the ice yet.
"Er… no." Alex admitted, John grinning.
"I get to teach you then. I took figure skating lessons when I was younger." John hauled him to his feet, carefully leading him to the ice, then directing him to the railing so he could hold on while he figured out how ice skates worked. John slid by him, grinning mischeviously.
"You trust me, right?"
"Not with that face," Alex responded, trying to push himself forward with the ice skates, unsuccessful.
"Come on, take my hands." John said, holding them out to Alex. Alexander shrugged, grabbing his hands and screaming when John immediately started dragging him around the whole ice rink, laughing madly.
"Please slow down," Alexander squeaked, pulling himself closer to John for more stability, practically clinging to his chest, which only allowed John to go faster.
"Why would I do that? John teased, spinning Alex around and making him shriek- Alex clutched onto his arm, laughing nervously. "I'm gonna let you go now."
"What?!" Alex shouted, squeezing his grip on John's arm tighter.
"Three, two, one!" John let go of Alex and pried his fingers from his arm, skating several feet away. "Now try to skate to me."
Alex wobbled for a second, trying to figure out how the ice skates worked, before inevitably falling onto his butt, yelping.
"You should put some ice on that," John laughed, drifting over to him to pull him up. "You alright, though?"
"Mmhmm. My butt hurts, though." Alex complained, John smiling and taking his arm to pull him towards the actual solid land.
"Do you want to get something to eat?" John asked, Alexander nodding and sitting down on the edge of the rink, taking off his shoes and then leaning his head against John, who was seated next to him.
"You're gonna have to carry me," Alex mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in John's shoulder.