Merry Christmas! here's a chapter about burr bein sneaky and a no kissing law being passed.
it's not that humorous, I apologize.
Alex had parked them in a lot next to a gas station an hour or so ago so they could all get some sleep in. Of course, that meant everyone except Alex, who had to be coaxed by John to even relax. The man never seemed to sleep.
Now, John was curled up against the worn leather covering of the seat with his eyes heavy and his hand in his boyfriend's, trying his best to get the stubborn man to sleep before he himself passed out.
The rest of the van was quiet also, everyone having passed out not soon after they parked. Outside, stars twinkled in the dark sky above them.
There was the sound of the van door being slid open, then the sound of feet hitting the ground and the door being closed again. John blinked his eyes open slowly, he wondered when he had fallen asleep and who had just walked out of the van.
Through the darkness, he saw Alex actually sleeping in the drivers seat beside him. Uncomfortable, but asleep. Behind him, Thomas practically had James in his lap from how hard he sleep-cuddled him. John looked next to them, where Aaron should be, and saw an empty seat.
John sat up quickly and pushed open his door as quiet as possible. He felt the humid summer night air rush in, along with a hushed voice. He peered over the van to see Aaron standing near the corner store the gas station had and speaking into his phone.
"-are you alright?"
"..."
"Yes, I'm sorry I took off without telling you. I'll be back in a couple days."
"..."
J"I-I love you too, Theo."
Aaron looked at his phone until the person on the other end hung up, eyes fixed on the bright screen that contrasted with the night. John saw a small smile form on his face before he clicked the screen off and started walking back to the car. John quickly shut his door when Aaron opened his, as if to block the loud sound. He curled back up, facing away from the other man and pretended to have been asleep.
Aaron got in swiftly and shut his door, as quiet as he could so he wouldn't wake the other passengers. John heard him sigh.
Oh boy, did he have the dirt he could throw on Aaron now.
The next day, everyone was awakened bright and early by one of James' wonderful coughing fits.
"What the fuck dude, are you trying to cough up your heart or something?" Hercules was bent over the seat, watching as James coughed violently into a tissue.
Thomas glared at the bandana wearing man. He was always extra bitchy when James was sick. Which was all the time.
"I'm sorry that not everyone is able to surpass any sickness like you, O great Hercules," sarcasm just overflowed in Thomas' voice. Hercules rolled his eyes and chose to ignore him, turning to Gilbert, who shared to the back seat with him.
Gilbert was rubbing his eyes and just waking up, for he had always been a deep sleeper. Hercules rested a hand on his shoulder and leaned over to kiss his forehead when a loud whistle made both of them jump apart.
Hercules looked over to see Alexander was the owner of the whistle. The dark haired man had gotten everyone's attention.
"No kissing in or outside of the van, none of you, the whole trip!" John smirked next to Alex.
"That means none of us, not even Alex and I."
Aaron chuckled, "maybe now I'll be able to breathe. I can barely stand watching all of you be all up close and personal all the time." John remembered last night, wondering if he should bring up the phone call. He decided against it. There would be a better time.