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Chapter One

Keith sighed to himself as he drove down Main Street, of the quiet University town. It happened to be a rather pleasant evening. Despite the tranquil night air, Keith was in a gloomy mood. His entire day had been shit. Matt Holt his long time crush had rejected him. Keith was used to the rejection and it didn't bother him much it was how Matt had rejected him. Matt had made it a point to cause a scene in the University courtyard while rejecting Keith.

Public displays of anything made Keith uncomfortable. Keith hated standing out in a crowd. What was worse was he now had to deal with the homophobic student making snide remarks behind his back. It was going to be a while before he was able to melt into the background again. Luckily he had an understanding family to help him get through the rough times. So he liked Dudes? Who cares? Still society wasn't always accepting of differences.

Keith looked at his phone: 10:38pm. He felt an itch to call His Cousin Shiro and his wife Allura. They owned a bakery cafe a couple of towns over, and was always there if he needed them. They were like second parents or awesome older siblings after his parents died. He sighed to himself realizing that they were probably already in bed, early starts and all that...

Keith reluctantly pushed his focus back on his current situation. The earlier courtyard incident had gotten him kicked out of the campus dorms. Sure Matt had started the the whole thing but Keith had definitely finished it by giving Matt a taste of his right hook. Fortunately for him the school had decided to opt away from expulsion and just required him to leave the dorms and give a written and verbal apology to Matt. Now he was without a place to crash...

Keith let out yet another mournful sigh. He had one option and that was something he wasn't sure he was comfortable with. He started making his way out of town, knowing he was going to see a very grumpy cousin in just a couple of hours.

It was close to midnight when Keith pulled into a quiet little town. He wasn't ready to face his beloved cousins yet and see their disappointment in him. as he drove down a side street a soft glow caught his eye, making the decision to pull over and see what it was non optional. Staring out his windshield he eyed the glowing neon sign: Mamora Tavern. In the window was a flashing open sign. The doors were open invitingly and the warm latin music cascaded out asking to be danced to. 'What the hell?' Keith thought before jumping out of his beat up F-150 and hitting the lock button.

At least this would give him some time on how he could explain things to Shiro and Allura properly. Walking in Keith took in his surroundings in awe. It was warm on a family kind of way, he thought he had walked onto another realm plush and nooks straddled the walls towards the back and the right. The center of the room was open and had quite a few dancers swaying to a Shakira track. at the very back hidden mostly in shadows was a small stage that looked mostly unused. from the front window reaching towards the back of the latin pub was a long mahogany bar with authentic taps. Keith slid onto a plush bar stool and waited for the barkeep to notice him.

"What can I do for you?" A tall lanky man with shabby bleached hair asked walking over to where he sat.

"Rum, on the rocks." Keith huskily answered. Clearing his throat he finished with a "Thank you."

The barkeep in understanding, "Rough day?"

"You could say that." Keith gave a half-hearted smile as he replied.

"Did you wanna talk about it? My name's Rolo by the way, I own this joint"

"Nah, I'm good " Keith declined politely. he looked down into his drink that was set before him.

Rolo walked off and shrugged, "Suit yourself."

Raising his glass Keith took a gentle sip of his rum, never noticing the deep blue eyes following his every move since he walked in.

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Lance was not used to drinking alone. Normally he would have his best friends with him until the crack of dawn on a Friday night. Unfortunately this Friday they dropped a bombshell on him. They bailed on the usual TGIF festivities to go on a date -- together! Sure they had a lot in common and got along swimmingly, but he never saw them being all romantic with each other. It was just a cold reminder of how alone he was.

He hadn't been with anyone since Nyma, who refused to date him any longer because of his flirtatious nature towards both men and women. Something about not trusting him with anyone and that he didn't care enough. Lance wasn't torn up after the break up, Nyma had been a bit too controlling for Lance's taste. She had refused to even allow him to speak with his friends most of the time. So when she broke up with him and skipped town he relished in his new found freedom.

As he was pondering how his two closest friends had become romantically involved, movement caught his attention from his peripheral view. Lance turned slightly in his seat to see the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. The stranger wasn't tall but wasn't short either, he wore a tight white t-shirt and extremely tight fitting skinny jeans combat boots and a beanie hid his messy shoulder length raven hair that fell over soft porcelain features. What attracted Lance's gaze the most was the man's eyes, those beautiful deep and clear violet eyes.

Lance watched the newcomer gracefully approach the bar and take a seat near the front of the tavern, and order a drink from his cousin Rolo. When the slender hand brought up the drink for a small sip. Lance had to stifle a lustful whimper.

"You know it's not polite to stare."

Lance jumped from his seat and moved searching for who had spoken. His eyes landed on Rolo who was suppressing a smug smirk.

"Why not instead of lusting over here, you go over and talk to him." Rolo asked quizzically.

Lance could feel the heat rising in his face. Should he? He hadn't exactly been active in his romantic life since Nyma and he wasn't as confident as he used to be. Rolo raised a questioning eyebrow at Lance. Rolo had been pushing him to get back into the game for over a month now. Lance sighed taking another look at his cousin who chuckled and went to work cleaning glasses. "What the hell, why not?" Lance shrugged and sauntered over to his target. As he got closer he got more and more nervous.

"Hey hot stuff this seat taken?" Lance asked leaning down and taking the the seat beside the porcelain boy. Did he really just say Hot Stuff!? What was wrong with him? Lance wasn't even sure if this guy swung that way and here he was using a really bad pickup line. As Lance continued to internally berate himself for his blunder, the other man looked Lance up and down blushing slightly.

Keith eyed the tall and handsome man that had approached him. The man before him had soft bronze skin and thick brown locks of hair that just barely spilled over cloudy azure eyes. Smiling flirtatiously, "Looks like it's been taken by you sexy." Keith replied feeling his tinted face darken a couple shades more.

Lance couldn't believe his ears his crappy attempt had worked. A confident smile spread across his face as he watched violet eyes avert away from his gave bashfully. "My name's Lance, Lance McClain. What's your name beautiful?"

"Keith, Keith Kogane" Violet eyes danced back up to meet Lance's azure ones.

After about a few more awkward rounds of this they settled into a comfortable rhythm and the conversation flowed easily between them, flirtatious comments aside it was a very companionable atmosphere. Both Lance and Keith felt they could tell the other just about anything in that moment.

About 4am Rolo came around to let them know that he was closing down for the night. Keith quickly looked around realizing he and Lance were the last customers in the Tavern. Keith quickly pulled out his wallet to pay for his and Lance's drinks, but was stopped by Rolo ushering them out the door. "It's on the house." Rolo said with a wink, closing the door on them.

Keith didn't want to go yet and leave Lance, but knew he had to if he was going to catch Shiro before he opened for business. Little did he know lance didn't want to let Keith go at all. Lance wanted to know more about Keith and spend lots more time with him.

"Hey, give me your hand." Keith didn't ask he just grabbed Lance's hand and pulled a pen from his back pocket. Lance watched as Keith scrawled something on his palm. After he finished he shoved the pen back in his pocket and waved farewell to the stunned Lance. "I usually only reply to texts!" He called as he jumped behind the wheel of his pickup and drove off. Once Lance collected himself he glanced at the writing on his hand and quickly pulled out his Galaxy S7 and punched in Keith's number. Lance was on cloud nine and not much was going to bring him down.