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Lance stepped off the bus onto the sandy pavement, he heaved his luggage off the last step of the bus, landing on the concrete with a clack. Punching the air he let out a victory cheer, “Whooo! Altea is not going to know what hit it!”

Altea itself was not a town worthy of bragging about, a small street was lined with surf-based stores dubbed “the Main Street” (if you could really call it that). Beyond that were acres of pure natural evergreen forests, and overshadowing the natural hippie charm of a town was a huge tacky tourist hotel. But that was not what Lance was here for, he was here for the sandy beaches, perfect waves and hot surfers. Basically, a grom’s wet dream, though Lance would never refer to himself as a grom, (his pride would never allow it.)

Upon scanning the bus stop’s surrounding his eyes rested upon a man holding a sign, nothing more than cardboard with “Lance” scrawled in what was probably a sharpie. “Hunk! It’s so good to see you again”. The man's face lit up with recognition. “Lance you made it! This summer’s going to be so rad with you around!” Stepping forward Hunk enveloped Lance in a bone-crushing hug. “Hunk, please buddy, I love your hugs but you’re built like a tank” He could feel the hearty chuckles vibrate against his chest. Hunk stepped back to examine his old friend “I can’t even tease you, it looks like lover boy Lance is no longer linguine-built Lance” this earnt an overdramatic gasp and playful shove from said man “I’ll have you know I’ve filled out and now have the physique of a Greek god”.

“Well… I’d probably use that word on someone more like Shiro”

Lance’s eyebrows wiggled, “And whom is this Shiro you speak of?”

Hunk rolled his eyes and motioned for Lance to follow him as he started walking.

“Shiro is one of the Boss's sons, he’s pretty cool, a bit older than us and a lifeguard”.

“And…..”

A sigh. “You’d probably refer to him as a dilf or something”

Lance burst out laughing at that. “All these years apart and you still know me too well”.

“I would describe the rest of the gang but were almost at the cabin, and introductions speak for themselves”

Lance hummed in agreement before letting his eyes fall upon a two-storied shabby building. Lance had obtained a summer job as a surf instructor at the nearby hotel, at first, he was eternally grateful for the free cabin provided for staff, but now he wondered if he should’ve brought more than just a first aid kid to protect himself from the danger that was his “home away from home” for the next few months.

The closer they got, the worse it was. Lance held back a grimace.

“Pidge! Come meet Lance” A small mop of ruffled brown hair popped up from behind a computer, they shifted themself from the stained couch on the porch to inspect the new guest. “Pidge, nice to make your acquaintance” Lance smiled at the small person before him. “Lance, it’s a pleasure” he drawled. Pidge reminded him of a tame raccoon. A wicked grin appeared on their face “Just so you know, you will have to go through initiation”. Make that a feral raccoon. Hunk chuckled before patting Lance on the back. “C’mon, let’s get this stuff up to your room”.

All in all, it wasn’t that bad, Lance only broke one wooden plank going up the stairs, and sure there were only two bathrooms for eight people. But he did manage to snag a room by himself on the second floor with beach views.

After he unpacked he sauntered down the splintered disaster of a staircase. By now it was dusk, and if he squinted he could see soft stars glinting across the sky.

Downstairs loud joyous voices rose above outdated music, the smell of food (deep fried of course) wafted through the air, and as Lance leant over the railing he could see a glimpse of the ocean, and he thought to himself that this was going to be the best summer of his life.

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Keith arose to the violent vibrating of his phone (which was placed beside him) with a groan he glanced at the caller ID. “James Griffin” flashed across the screen, and indescribable emotions flit through his core.

“What the actual fuck are you calling me for at 3am?”

“Meet me on the roof, I’ve got something to tell you” A smooth voice whispers.

Rolling his eyes Keith hangs up. He huffs, fully intending to go back to sleep. But Keith always was a creature of curiosity. “For fucks sake” He stands up, pulls on a thick coat and makes his way to the elevator.

A rush of cold air hits him in the face once he steps out of the warm cocoon that was the elevator. A figure stands ahead, leaning over the railing of the hotel.

“Keith” The figure drawls as it turns around.

“What do you want?” Keith provides.

James smirks, “I was just thinking we should end… our arrangement”

Confusion hit Keith in the gut, sucking in a breath he pushed forward “arrangement?”

James chuckled “Yeah our friends-with-benefits situation?”

Confusion rushed through Keith “I’m lost? James, it’s too early for your weird shit”

“Goodbye Keith, from now on let’s pretend as if we don’t know each other”

“James? We’ve been dating for 5 months now. Can you stop joking around and tell me what you mean?”

The other chuckled darkly “Dating? Oh you poor thing”

Keith’s heart rose to his throat. “Uh yes?

James' hand reached up to caress the latter’s face. Looking into his eyes directly, he spoke “And you believed that?”

Keith needed to leave. Now.

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Lance trudged his way down to the beach, seeking moonlit waters and following a dimly lit path.

Moonlight rippled against the waves. Stars glistened in broken reflection, but that wasn’t what caught Lance’s eye. A milky figure stood upon a board, gracefully carving its path through the waves. Fingers reached upwards, slender fingers touching the stars. Lane had never seen such a beautiful ride ( the surfing, not the person…) the ocean retreated, taking her curves back with her into the vast horizon, and the stranger trudged towards the sand. Sea-swept ebony hair fell over sharp features, and Lance felt his heart jump into his throat. “Holy shit”. The stranger pushed his hair from his face, and as he looked up he flinched, seemingly just acknowledging Lance’s presence. Snapping out of his awe-struck state Lance decided to do the reasonable thing: introduce himself. Opening his mouth he’s cut off by the stranger;

“Who are you?”

Lance blinks, momentarily caught off guard.

“Uhh the name’s Lance”

“Lance?”

Accompanied by half-hazard finger guns, he winks “That’s my name, don’t wear it out”

Tall, handsome and broody squints at him before resting his hands on his hips, assuming an arrogant pose. “Well Lance, you’re trespassing, this is private property”

Annoyance rose in Lance. Who does this guy think he is?

“Because when God made earth he put a retail sign on the earth? Don’t tell me that you need this entire beach yourself Mullet”, Lance knew he was probably being unreasonable and was indeed probably trespassing, but something about this guy got under Lance’s skin.

Said guy scoffed at him, “Mullet? That’s the best you could come up with?”

Not his best, but how else would you insult one of the hottest people on earth?

“What of it? Honestly, you were probably able to buy this beach because hairdressers paid you to stay away from them”

“Look, just don’t let me catch your ass here again, this beach is specifically for Kogane and the hotel’s staffs use”

Lance cackled in his face.

“Listen up, hot stuff, you are looking at the brand new surf instructor, Lance McClain!”

The stranger rolled his eyes, picked up his board and trudged past him muttering under his breath what sounded suspiciously like “Like you could even catch any waves on that board” But he couldn’t have said that, because obviously, Blue was the best surfboard on this side of the ocean.

“THEY CALL ME THE TAILOR CUZ OF HOW GREAT I WEAVE THROUGH THE SURF” Lance shouted after the retreating figure.

Man, what was up that guy’s ass?

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Keith stared into the crowds of the faceless wealthy, sipping on champagne and making polite conversation with the entitled privileged. Honestly socialising was never his strong point, especially not with these arrogant pricks who could probably buy him if they wanted to, still, he owed it to his adoptive parents, it was the least he could do for them.

A particularly haughty middle-aged man was laughing at his own dark joke when a crystal glass rang out in the crowd, and the masses turned towards the clinking. James stood on the stage, grinning over a microphone. Keith reached for another glass. He knew he was already more tipsy than acceptable but he would be damned if he didn’t indulge in the sweet numbing of alcohol to ease him through the night.

“I have an announcement to make!” His voice rang out above the soft murmurs.

Keith rolled his eyes. James had always been one for dramatics.

“All my life, there has been one sole person by my side, they protected me, supported me and constantly were there in general.”

Keith quirked an eyebrow.

“And I think it’s time to ensure that I spend the rest of my life with them”.

Keith choked on his drink.

“Will you be mine for now and eternity? Will you marry me and be mine….
Nyma Chabert?”

Keith’s heart dropped to the floor.

Some blonde girl squealed and clambered her way to the stage, hugging him, crying and embracing him in a passionate embrace.

“She said yes!!!”

The crowd's thunderous cheer drummed against Keith's spinning head. Memories flashed of hidden embraces, whispered confessions, long nights of late-night talk and subtle touches. Anger rose in him, who does James think he is to treat him this way? They had always been an unstable couple, their arguments and breakups outweighing the good moments, nonetheless, nothing will ever erase the fact they spent several months tiptoeing around and hiding their status as lovers. But they were still lovers at the end of the day. Keith’s anger pitched his focus zoning to the ecstatic couple. It was all fake. Everyone in this room had their secrets, and he succumbed to the sudden intrusive thought of outing James of his. His secret gay lover. A secret hidden between the heirs of the wealthiest men in the room. How would the crowd react?

Keith raised his glass above the crowd before smashing it to the ground. Faceless heads turned towards the commotion, Keith stormed, forcing his way through the wave of the crowd, the people parting like the sea, not one daring to slow him on his warpath. The whole room was silent but Keith could only hear his heartbeat drumming anyway. James paused from his conversation, most likely being congratulated and looked towards Keith. Brow knitted, hair swept, drunk. Fuck he was a mess. A mess that was headed his way. Keith clambered up on the stage, shrugging off the bride-to-be as she asked him if he was feeling alright. Jame’s face dropped. Keith pulled him close by the collar, drunk lips whispered against his ear “You piece of shit” before he reeled back, fist making contact across James’s face. James fell back against the table and time sped up again. The crowd shouted indistinct comments. Some cheering and others of concern.

James picked himself up and threw Keith across the floor, Keith grabbed his legs and slammed him against the wooden floorboards. Clenched fists and tears rained upon James. Keith yelled at him, comments about their relationship and Jame’s betrayal. Through the tears, Keith didn’t see James reach for a vase that had been lying on the floor. A sharp pain echoed through his skull, and then everything went black.

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“Keith we need to talk”

Apparently, Shiro had never heard of knocking. Keith groaned, leaning back to apply more ice around his head.

Shiro frowned, face filled with sympathy but also a certain firmness.

“Because of the scene you made, Mr Griffith has threatened to press assault charges, but fortunately James hit you with that vase”

The pain ebbed on Keith’s skull.

“Doesn’t feel so fortunate”

Shiro frowned again. “Mum and Dad still have to punish you though, so they’re making you work at the hotel as a surf instructor”

Relief flooded Keith, “That’s really not that bad”

“And you’ll have to live in the staff accommodation”

Keith raised an eyebrow, sure living with other people wasn’t fun, but all in all, he got left off pretty easily.

“Will I have my own room?”

“No”

Keith groaned. This was going to be the worst summer ever.

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Crash!

A loud noise rudely awoke Lance from his slumber, blinking drearily he searched for his alarm.

5:30am

“What the fuck?”

Rolling over, he attempted to resume his slumber, but another loud crash pursued him to rise.

“I’m going to kill someone” Groggily he trudged to the door and down the hallway. At the top of the flight of stairs was a figure trying to drag a suitcase of luggage.

Lance eyed the stranger from the back, the person had a short ponytail, broad shoulders and the slimmest waist he'd ever seen.“Do you need help?”

The figure turned revealing…

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Keith’s brows furrowed in confusion. oh. The trespasser. He hadn’t exactly seen the boy clearly under the moonlight, but now in the dim Fluro lights, he could see he was beautiful. A slim sun-kissed figure, soft short brown hair and blue eyes. The bluest eyes Keith had ever seen. Too bad he was an asswipe.

“Um, moving in?”

Trespasser scoffed.

“Yeah but like why here? This is my room”

Keith motioned around him.

“Uh the rest of the rooms already have two people in them”

The boy huffed, before turning on his heel and storming away.

Keith called out, “Wait! What’s your name again?”

Lance passed in front of the door, “Lance”. SLAM.

Keith sighed, as he continued to haul his luggage up the stairs.

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Not for the first time that morning, Lance awoke to a loud noise.

He was grumpy.

Some asshole stranger awoke him in the dead of night, decided he was staying in Lance’s room and woke him up AGAIN in the morning. He was incomprehensibly mad, hungry and to top it all off, he needed to piss.

Begrudgingly he threw long tan legs out from the comfort of the cocoon of warmth he lay in. Sitting up now he could see the a*shole- Keith’s bed lay used, but without a said figure in the room. Good, hopefully, he wouldn’t see him for the rest of the day. Rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn he threw his favourite blue shirt over his head and made his way to the bathroom.

He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of the finest upper arms he had ever seen. Lance’s gaze dropped from the bulging muscles down the curvature of the toned back to the slim waist, and finally, the ass that was hugged just so perfectly by a pair of black jeans. It was only 6am.

Keith’s arm gently swept back the bangs from his forehead, frowning as he analysed his work “That should do”. He turned, shocked to see a figure in the doorway. Lance stood uncomfortably, staring as Keith stood in front of the shower’s tap.

Squinting he questioned, “Um… what are you doing?”.

Keith was startled, too busy taking in the other’s state. Ruffled hair was accompanied by an eye mask pushed up against his hairline, an oversized blue T-shirt revealed sharp collarbones and he wasn’t even sure if Lance was wearing pants.

Sheepishly Keith rubbed the back of his neck. “Water was too cold, I fixed the temperature and thought I’d tighten the taps while I was at it”.

“Really?” Lance’s face lit up, ecstatic at the idea of a hot shower.

“Um…” Keith stood, taken aback by the other’s sudden change in personality.

“Quickly get out, I have to try it out right now! Gosh, you’re my favourite person right now. Well, actually that’s Hunk but you’re on the list now” Talking a million miles an hour Lance leaned down to the cupboard to grab out his products. Leaving Keith to the knowledge Lance WAS in fact wearing pants. Short baby blue shorts hugged the curve of his ass, white trimming contrasting against his tan skin. Keith gulped. Lance stood back up, flashing Keith a dazzling smile. “Still don’t like you though, Mullet.”

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“You’re doing great” Keith smiled at the young boy, hoping it didn’t come off as awkward. Waves lapse halfway up his chest, the sea gently rocking the kid’s board.

“Just keep paddling and once we get the hang of that we’ll try standing up” Erik (At least that's what Keith hopes his name is) grunted in confirmation, solely focused on the task at hand. Something blue caught the corner of Keith’s eye, squinting against the sun’s reflected glare off the sea he turned towards the beach. Standing on the soft white sand was a slim figure holding a bright blue surfboard with light blue floral patterns streaked over it.

The figure themselves had dramatically dragged their sunglasses down their face and was standing, staring at Keith, mouth and eyes wide open agape. Lance. Keith rolled his eyes as he watched the other dramatically plunge his board upright into the sand before pushing his way through the shallow waves.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Lance poked Keith in the chest. Keith ignored the heat the touch brought against his cool skin.

“Teaching” He raised an eyebrow as the other motioned his hands as a means of needing further explanation. “I’m the surf instructor”

“NUH UH” Lance shook his head indignantly, yelling his protests while Keith turned his back to him, choosing rather to focus on his student.

“WHAT WERE THEY EVEN THINKING, I'M OBVIOUSLY THE BETTER SURFER ANYWAY”

Keith’s ears pricked up at that. The heat of competition coursed through his veins. “Oh yeah? What makes you think that?” He hotly shot back.

Lance, smug and feeding off the attention he gained from the hothead replied, “Because I’ve already seen you surf”.

Keith ground his teeth, feeling a competitive smile cross his face. “Wanna make a bet?”

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Keith relished the salty spray of the ocean and he carved along it's side, the tip of his board wavering and trembling with the current. He sharply turned, cutting up alongside until his board left the waves, almost suspended midair he positioned himself, one hand flat against his board, the other angling so the board spun. In the air it circled, one, twice, before he landed back in the cusp of the wave. He'd always been precise in his movement, sharp and guided by techniques. Nothing like Lance.

His movements were fluid, graceful and lacking any form at all. But what he lost in technique he made up for visually. He was flashy, lazily grinning as he zigzagged through the waves, throwing kisses and winks at the female spectators on the sandy side. Keith's brow scrunched in discontent, he wanted to hate the guy, but really who surfs like that? Within the blink of an eye he was shredding up the side of the wave, balancing on its climax and riding along like he was part of the wave. There was something mesmerising about him, Lance belonged in the surf. A few more trick shots and languid carved and he returned to the shore. A knowing grin spread across his face and he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to brush off the crusty salt of the ocean that now littered his brown locks. Keith stomped down a pant of something.

"Not bad for a grom"

Lance's grin was wiped clean off his face "A grom?" He spluttered.

Keith threw a mischievous grin over his shoulder, and Lance's expression turned to one of cheekiness. "Rematch?"
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While Keith had expectations their competitions would limit themselves to the surf, he found Lance seeking him out over mundane tasks, managing to bring out Keith's flare of competitiveness.

After clarifying with the manager the employment mistake, the manager had shrugged and told them to split shifts and stop whinging. This led to various comments and each pitting their eight year old students against each other in an attempt to prove the better teacher. This was not only confined to their lessons, who was the better dish washer? Who could eat the fastest? Who could clean the bathroom the best?
These then turned to a variety of pranks (started by the one and only Lance), and he found himself shampooing his hair with semi permanent dye after a sharpie penis mysteriously appeared on Keith's face one morning.

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Keith lay there. The cold roof tiles pressed against his back. He sighed and took another swig of beer. The night sky lit up, thousands of stars lighting their way across the astral plane. Quiet footsteps let Keith know he wasn’t alone, he peered at his bottle before swallowing down the rest of it.

Cool glass pressed against his cheek, looking up he saw the upside-down view of Lance’s lopsided smile. “Need another?”.

“Please”. Keith propped himself up, gratefully taking the alcohol. Lance sat down, the two sharing companionable silence.

“So, rough week huh?”

Keith snorted, “tell me about it”

Lance shot over an intrigued look. Maybe it was the alcohol because as Keith stared into those pretty blue eyes he felt a sense of longing to share everything with the boy. Keith sighed, “long story short: I found out my secret lover was engaged and was merely using me as his sex release”.

Lance blinked. “That’s rough buddy”.

“Yeah”. Silence consumed them again, this time thoughtful.

“You need a list”.
Keith leaned up to look at Lance, “A list?” He questioned.
Lance snorted, “yeah a list of random things to do, takes your mind off things and makes new memories”.

Slowly he turned to look down at Keith, “I could help if you would like?”.

Keith shrugged, downing the last contents of the bottle. “Why not?”.

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Lance hummed as he danced around the room, “Gasolina” blasting from his tiny speaker. (A gift from his twin for his birthday a few years ago). He grabbed a few more items from his suitcase, throwing them in a pile on his bed. He threw his head back, loudly singing along. His hips circled slowly and seductively, body rolling as the beat pounded. The tension rose, the song building to its climax. Lost to the music, he dragged his hands down his body before dropping into a squat, ass bouncing before he bent back up, hips snapping and ass popping back and forth. A throat cleared. Horrified he turned to see Keith casually leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his face. Raising an eyebrow he crossed his arms, shirt tightening around his toned biceps.

“Nice moves”.

Lance’s face burned with embarrassment. “What? Enjoy the show?” He retorted, taking on a similar stance to the man in front of him.

Keith’s eyes dragged up and down Lance’s figure before resting on his face. “Hmmm,” he gave a thoughtful hum.

Lance’s bottom lip caught between his teeth, rolling it between his canines, capturing Keith’s attention.

The two stood in silence, sexual tension, embarrassment and awkwardness hung heavy in the air.

“What are you doing anyway? The room is a mess” Keith broke the tension first, walking over to Lance's bed and threading through the pile of clothes.

Lance grinned. “First item on the list, a party”.

Keith shot him an amused look, “You were serious about that?”

Lance scoffed, “I never joke”.

Eyebrows raised.

“Shutup”

Lance had deemed Keith’s plain wardrobe unacceptable and had convinced him to borrow some of his own clothes. “Let’s go for 90s hip hop?/ Y2K vibe” “What the fuck does that mean?”. In the end, Lance forced Keith into wearing an outfit that was a little too black for his own taste.

“What do you think?”.

Oversized baggy jeans hung low on Keith’s hips, his black underwear band visible. The jeans were accompanied by a heavy belt. His shirt, a tight-fitted crop top, a high neckline and sleeveless, which left little of Keith’s torso to the imagination. A black tie sat loosely around his neck, barely even tied. A black zip-up hoodie sat low on his forearms, black fingerless gloves completing the look. Lance let his eyes trail over the others appreciatively, maybe he should ditch the surfer idea and become a stylist.

Keith peered in the mirror. “I feel…”

“Yeah?”

“Cold”.

Lance scoffed in annoyance, “yeah yeah it’s not as if I helped you or anything, the word is “thank you” and you’re welcome” He glared at Keith as he whirled around, a guilty look planted on his beautiful face.

“I didn’t mean… look thank you, I’m just not used to being so… exposed”.

Lance rolled his eyes, “Yeah it’s not as if you’re a surfer who’s constantly shirtless or in tight wetsuits y’know?” Despite this he walked over, pulling the hoodie up over Keith’s broad shoulders and zipped it up. The zipper dragged up when it met its end it left Lance standing face-to-face with Keith. A pause. “Well then, let’s go party, Mullet”.

“It’s not a mullet?!?!”

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The smell of the club was enough to make Keith turn up his nose, the reek of alcohol and sweat enough to make him hurl. Lance bounced on the balls of his feet, obviously excited, he turned to Keith, words lost over the steady hum of music.

Keith scrunched his nose, “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”.

Realisation lit up Lance’s face, and he leaned in closer to Keith. His lips nearly touched his ear. The pressing warmth of Lance’s body. His soft curls tickled against Keith’s face. “I said, let’s get drinks”.

Blink. “Oh. Yeah.”

Lance pulled back, grinning, completely unaware of the effect of his charms on poor Keith.

Lance wove through the swarming crowds, Keith following tentatively behind him. A stranger stepped back, pushing against Lance. He tipped perilously, on the verge of falling. Keith’s hand shot out, steadying him from behind.

“You okay?”

Lance looked up. Violet eyes stared at him, laced with concern.

Heat rose on Lance's face, painfully aware of the hand resting on his lower back. A little lower…. Another stranger moved, bumping Keith, and pushing him into Lance. His chest pressing against Lance's back, groin… No, He wasn’t going to think about that.

“Ance-“

“Lance”

At the soft rumbling of Keith’s deep voice, Lance jumped. Painfully aware he had not yet answered the ebony-haired man. “Um yes, let’s go”.

Keith rolled his eyes. Gently he guided Lance towards the bar, hand never leaving his lower back.

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The music pumped, the taste of booze on Keith’s breath. Lance’s body against his. Hips swaying, his body moving so seductively it pained Keith. His hands in the air, how much better would they be roaming Keith’s body? He gulped. The song changed, Lance’s face lighting up with recognition.
His mouth moved, words lost to the pounding of music in Keith’s head. “WHAT?”. “I SAID I LOVE THIS SONG, DANCE WITH ME Keith”. Keith laughed, any caution thrown to the wind at about his fourth shot. Dirty grinding. Hips. Ass. Hands groping the others. Long legs pushed between Keith’s. The conversation was lost with the music.

Lance leaned dangerously close to Keith’s face for not the first time of the night, “What’s next on the list Samurai”. Giddy with booze and Lance’s presence, Keith replied “I have an idea”.

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Insert ballroom crashing

Unfortunately, tonight was yet another formal event, Keith’s intoxicated mind leading him to a series of misleading plans to crash it.

Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to sneak in, the main entrance had a large-built man with a stupid clipboard, but any other points of entry to the room were unguarded.Prompted by the alcohol they crept through the empty hallways leading to the full room, polite chatter and jazz music carried across the halls. Lance would giggle and make comment as they snuck along, Keith drunkenly shushing him with furrowed brows in case of discovery.

The boys nodded at strangers as they pushed through the current of the crowd. Keith grabbing champagne from an underpaid server passing by.

Lance grinned mischievously as Keith handed a glass over, "Bottoms up Mullet."

With a wink they toasted before letting the cool bubbles slide down their throats.

A hand grips Keith's arm unexpectedly, nails digging into bare flesh. Keith turned to see James seething behind him. "Get out."

"Why should I?" The ebony haired boy scoffed, Lance nodding in agreement.

"This is my engagement party, I thought you'd be smarter than this." James hissed.

Realisation dawned upon the two, looking around they spotted signs and banners announcing the upcoming union.

"Well," Keith swallowed, "congratulations, but as a Kogane I believe the invitation for my family is extended to their son."

James scoffed, "you're not their son and never will be, now get out before I call security"

Keith rolled his eyes, Lance shooting confused looks between the two.

Keith turned to the brunette and pulled him close by the waist, and obvious gripe to infuriate his ex but Lance stilled at the tension shooting up his spine anyway. Lips pressed against his hair, a husky voice and warm breath caressed his ear and Keith said "let's get out of here love, I have another idea." Lance dumbly nodded, the only thing he was capable of doing at the sound of Keith's seductive tone.

"Later James" Keith nodded before leading Lance out of the crowd via a hand resting on his lower back.

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Sighing, Keith threw his legs into the cool water. Blue LED lights illuminated, lighting up the water neon blue, a stark constant to the pitch black sky beyond.

“What? Not getting in?” Came a lilting tease as the brunette took his place beside Keith on the pool’s edge. Keith scoffed at the other’s remark, “You realise we don’t have any swimmers right?”. Lance turned to Keith, staring him dead in the eyes. Keith raised an eyebrow. Lance grinned, “I know.”

He stood, leaving a gaping Keith to stare helplessly as Lance removed his shirt, revealing miles and miles of tanned skin. His slim build and broad shoulders were lovingly kissed with freckles. Keith stared, unable to tear his lustful gaze away. Lance turned to him, flashing a cheeky grin as he tucked a thumb under his waistband. In one swift motion, he removed all clothing, leaving Keith one good glance at his perky ass before he jumped into the pool, drenching Keith in the process. The cold water snapped Keith out of his thoughts. “What the fuq Lance?”. He merely threw back his head laughing.

“Come onnn the waters sooo nice”

Keith shot him an unimpressed look.

“Gosh stop acting like you have a stick up your a*s d get in”

I’d like to stick something up your a-

“Fine, whatever, but turn around, not all of us like flaunting our ds in front of strangers”

Lance let out a few childish giggles, obviously still tipsy, before he turned.

Keith’s fingers caught the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He wasn’t a stranger to attention, he was well aware of his physique, but something about the way he knew Lance was attempting to catch glimpses over his shoulder lit up a spark in his soul. A giddy feeling, euphoric and left him breathless under the other's timid gaze.

He turned around to see Lance sheepishly peering over the water’s surface. F it. He shot the brunette a devilish grin before hooking his thumb under his waistband, slowly dragging his shorts and underwear over his hips, to his v-lines to reveal…

Lance flushed, face igniting in pink as a blush spread across his face. He quickly dropped his eyes, looking anywhere Keith wasn’t. Keith chuckled, amused at the uncharacteristic display of shyness.

“What? You can dish it out but can’t take it?”

Lance spluttered, “Of course, I can take it!” Before his face erupted into varying shades of red.

Keith doubled over with laughter, clutching his stomach as tears fell down his face.

Lance groaned, his face buried between his hands. “Shut up”.

Still snickering Keith lowered himself into the cool water, his remaining laughter drowned out as cold water splashed against his face. “Hey!”, he turned to face the culprit.

“Oh it is on”

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