Lance groaned. A low subtle groan which no one was able to hear unless you had great hearing. The girl who stood before him was his girlfriend, well current ex with how their conversation was going. Lance placed his hands over his face and moaned a little louder this time. I mean the break up didn't hurt him, not in that way. To him it just felt like she had shot his pride away as he was the dumpee besides being the dumper. The girl stood in front of him with her arms folded as she continued her mantra.
"So you see Lance, I can't be with someone who not only flirts with girls whilst we are together but boys as well? Also if you even cared about me you wouldn't be flirting in the first place. Meaning this is the end of our re- ... well, whatever this was. Goodbye Lance." With that the girl flicked her hair behind her shoulder and left with her hips swinging.
Lance groaned once more. He was annoyed, annoyed that he didn't understand the whole relationship game. So here he was, on the large green field which was stationed behind his college, near the tall mount with the wind gently blowing his short brown hair. He was single...again. 'Why?' He had thought. 'Why aren't I able to get this whole shit?' The boy crouched down with confusion. He was Lance, the Lady Killer. But at the moment it had become the Relationship Killer.
Lance, whilst still crouching, had decided to pull his phone out of his blue jeans pocket. He unlocked it, selected contacts and typed in the name 'Hunk Lord and Saviour' into the search bar. Once the contact had popped up, he selected the call button and placed the phone against his ear. It rung twice before his best friend picked up.
"How'd it go?" Hunk had asked as soon as he picked up, concern ridden in his voice.
"Absolutely shit. Pretty much how they always go. Beers and pizza at your dorm?" Lance had sighed, happy that he had such a great guy as his best bud.
"I'll call the pizza place, you grab the beers." And with that, Hunk had hung up.
Lance smiled at his phone, stood up and made his was to the convenient store.
Lance had let himself into Hunks room. He had walked down straight into the living area to see Hunk and Pidge (Hunks roommate who also had turned into one of their best friends) sitting on the sofa, munching on the double cheese pizza which sat in front of them on the coffee table. Lance placed the bag full of canned beer in front of them and sat beside Pidge whilst grabbing a slice of pizza, enjoying the warmth of the cheese which he clearly needed. Hunk had swallowed his last mouthful before he had spoken.
"So, what she say?" The chubby boy had asked whilst grabbing another slice of pizza.
"Basically she couldn't handle my sexuality," Lance had started.
"She said that?" Pidge chimed in, anger boiling at that fact.
"Well, she said she hated me flirting with both sexes..." Pidge had to roll their eyes at that.
"That just means when you are in a relationship you need to stop with your flirtatious tendencies." Pidge commented whilst giving Lance a roll of the eyes.
Lance had sighed into his pizza. He reached over grabbing a can of the cheap beers, opened it up and started to chug it down. Hunk looked at him, pity showing on his face and also concern as he knew what a light weight Lance could be. Lance finished the first can with a large gulp whilst wiping the trickle of beer away from his chin. He didn't care, just needed some alcohol to clear his thoughts. The one thing Lance hated was his thoughts taking over.
"It's okay guys, don't worry, The Lady Killer is back to being single and ready to mingle," Lances cheesy line helping Hunk believe he was actually okay. He reached over and grabbed a beer for himself.
"I'm glad these break ups don't affect you like I thought they would." He sighed into his beer.
Pidge nodded their head and agreed with their roommate. They grabbed a beer as well, happy to hear the opening of the can. Lance reached and grabbed another.
"To singles who want to get drunk and eat pizza," Lance exclaimed and they all tapped beers and downed them.
A few more cans later, they were all slurring their words and pronouncing to each other how much they loved each other. Lance looked at the time and cursed loudly. It was 1am, certainly past curfew and if someone caught him, he'd pay the price. He stood from the sofa, which was extremely difficult for the boy, waved off his mates and closed the door quietly behind him. Lance stalked back to his dorm room as silent as he could be.
Luckily, Lance managed to get to his dorm room without anyone noticing he wasn't there and placed his key in the lock and walked into the dark. Knowing that he didn't have a roommate, he instantly turned the light on and started stripping by the door, removing his jacket that he doesn't leave the dorm without, black t-shirt and blue jeans. He kicked them to the side leaving him in just his briefs. He walked his way towards his sofa in his living area and sat down. As he was about to turn the TV on, he heard a stir in his room. Lance sat quiet and still, his heart pounding as fear spread across his facial expression. Lance slowly gripped the remote, intending to use as a weapon as he crept closer to his bedroom door. He was about to open the door and start swinging when the door had opened it self and there stood a boy. A boy who held a tired yet cold stare. He was shorter than Lance by a good couple inches. His hair was messed from obvious movement in his sleep but Lance could notice that it was a mullet nonetheless. He was wearing a loose vest top which showed off his muscular figure and Lance had started to drool in his drunken state. His eyes wondered down to see whether this random hot guy was a boxers or briefs kind of guy, but his tired and hoarse voice beckoned Lance's stare to set at his dark violet eyes.
"Who are you?" The mysterious boy asked as he scratched his head, too tired to even get into a defensive position. Lance's mouth opened in exasperation.
"Who am I? Er the names Lance..." Lance exclaimed with a raised eyebrow, expecting the boy in front of him to understand what he just told him. The violet eyes boy just shrugged his shoulders. Lance gave him an eye roll. "You are currently in MY bedroom, obviously just woken up from sleeping in MY bed and here you are asking who I am? Shouldn't it be ME who asks YOU?" Lance had moaned out, suddenly sobering up.
"I'm Keith, Keith Kogane. I recently enrolled here. I got told this would be my dorm room. I wasn't told I had a roommate." Keith's eyes squinted, thoughts ran through his head that Lance was lying that he lived there also. Surely the Administration would have told him about a roommate...wouldn't they?
Keith sniffed and to his dismay he smelt beer coming from Lances direction and instantly turned his nose up at him. Lance noticed and furrowed his brow. This new roommate was not a good idea. He could sense a form of hatred growing inside. Even if Lance thought he was this dark hottie who just emerged like magic in his sad depressing life which was filled with rejection, and loneliness. Keith Kogane seemed like he wouldn't be willing to cuddle up to Lance in a heartbeat anyway, he seemed more like the type to pull a knife to his throat the moment Lance did something wrong. Lance rubbed his eyes and sighed, not wanting to claim his room back, well not at this time anyways.
"Alright Keith Kogane. I shall be departing to the other bed now as currently I have undergone a recent, pride crushing, break up, have drank several cans of beer and need to rest my pretty little head to deal with the mornings lesson which I stupidly forgot about. Goodnight." Lance turned on his heel and slid into the next room, what he liked to call, his personal wardrobe (which probably was why Keith had assumed no one had lived there as there were no belongings in the other room) and flopped down on the bed.
Lance had now gotten into his covers as he felt the rooms chill creep up his spine. He didn't like this new roommate, nor did he ever want a new roommate. He was elated when he looked at the dorm room assignments and it had said that he had his own room, his own space. Duly noted that he spent most of his time in Hunks and Pidge's dorm but that was beside the point. A man has needs...needs that acquire being alone. How was Lance now able to moan loudly as he masturbated knowing he has an uptight, arsehole living in the room next to him? Lance rolled over, thinking about Keith. How even though he was tired from just waking up, his violet eye still shimmered, how his tight muscles were on show for his enjoyment, how his hair was messy enough that Lance had the urge to put his hands in the mullet and straighten it out, how as he got closer to the important part he wasn't able to go further. As these thoughts processed through his mind his cock twitched and Lance finally noticed how hard he got. He mentally cursed himself as he slid his boxers down knowing he couldn't just leave himself in this state.
Lance passed out once he had finished with a small whisper of the name Keith, rolling off his tongue. His dreams filled with heat, bodies and a mullet.
Lances eyes burst open as soon as he heard his alarm clock ring into life. He shut it down immediately and as he sat up, he felt the headache instantly burning through his head. He scowled wishing he hadn't had picked up that final beer. Then all of a sudden the memories of last nights sudden roommate catastrophe came and he groaned to himself and hid his face in the pillow, instantly blushing that he even got off over the thought of Keith Kogane. Lance finally got up and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and to his surprise, there was keith...stark naked in the shower. Lance felt the blush creep up his cheeks as he tried not to stare but how could he not? He looked down and three words popped into his head 'it's fucking huge'. Like a reality check Keith had noticed this strange guy staring at his penis. His blood started to boil and it took every ounce of strength he had to not get out of the shower and punch him right in the face, maybe give him a good knee in the balls at the same time.
"WHAT THE FUCK get out?" Keith yelled grabbing a towel to hide certain areas that shouldn't be seen by his roommate that he just happened to meet a few hours ago.
Lance finally stopped gawking whilst giving him a smirk hoping it would stop the embarrassment showing and the hard on that was starting to perk up.
"You should really lock the door," Lance suddenly left and closed the door behind him releasing a breath he didn't realise he was holding. "Fucking Keith Kogane might just turn me gay," Lance whispered.
"No way," Pidge laughed to themselves, tears forming at their eyes.
Lance had just explained the story of his delightful night and morning to his best friends, Hunk and Pidge. Whilst Hunk was still bewildered that there was a new guy, Pidge just couldn't believe that Lance had run into the poor boys morning shower and didn't even have to decency to say sorry. They were silently hoping the new guy did sock Keith in the face.
"I still can't believe I have to be stuck with a guy. Especially someone like him. You know, he slept in my bed last night? How indecent," Lance scoffed.
"You could have kicked him out," Pidge explained.
"Pidge, he looked like he would have attacked me if I even brought up the idea, I think I would rather keep my beautiful face, well, beautiful. Besides, I shall be claiming it back tonight now that we have been...more acquainted with each other," Lance folded his arms together trying to keep the blush contained from showing the other two. They would have a ton of insults if they knew the effect that boy had on Lance.
"Well of course you guys are acquainted, you stared at his dick dude," Hunk chimed in, making Pidge chuckle.
"I apologise for being bi and appreciating a good dick when I see one," Lance proclaimed.
At this point the bell had chimed, allowing everyone to get to their classes. They all groaned and headed to where they were off to, Pidge to science, Hunk to catering and Lance to his dance class. Lance wasn't so upset about his dance lesson, he knew that he could let loose and get rid of this frustration that building up all because of this one boy. His body would usually take control and his mind would be lost to the music. He was quite excited actually.
He was quite excited until one slight problem popped up...Keith Kogane was there, dancing, in his dance room. The room was filled with the song Eden - Drugs, and Keith was moving with the feeling of pain. His slow movements to the beat of the song, to then fast movements when the beat picked up. He was the only one in the room, well besides Lance; but luckily he hadn't noticed, his entire body only thinking of the music. He was telling a story with his body. It was like his life was based around this song. Lance was mesmerised. He wasn't able to take his eyes off of him. Pain eroding his chest with each move he saw, Keiths facial expression showing anger? pain? Lance hadn't completely picked it up. Then suddenly the music ended, Keith in his final pose had looked over to Lance, and Lance had sworn the only facial expression he ever directed to him was anger or frustration.
"Are you a stalker? Why do I always find you staring at me?" Keith complained. Lance looked anywhere but him, feeling bad for the way they met, the fact they hadn't even spoken properly.
"You are really fucking good," Lance exclaimed, hoping to ease the tension.
"I should think so," Keith answered back, "I've been doing it for enough time," Keith grabbed the towel that was stationed beside a bag that must have been Keith's.
Lance started walking over to the mirror to start his warm up, leaning on his leg and stretching it. More people started coming into the room, chatting amongst themselves, not noticing the strange, highly attractive new guy that was catching his breath. Then following them was their amazing dance teacher, Mr Shirogane, but he made the class call him Shiro.
"Class, I would like to announce something," Shiro called out gaining everyones attention. "We have gained another member to our team. His name is Keith Kogane and I would appreciate it if you helped him settle in. We are pretty far into this term and he needs to catch up quickly." Shiro pointed out Keith and he looked away, not looking at anyone.
Lance looked around and saw some of the girls gawk at him and he eyed them carefully. He knew how attractive Keith was, just simply forgot that there were girls in the class who were obviously horny and looking at new meat. Shiro clapped so he gained the attention from the class again.
"Okay, so we are going to go from the top. We have a performance soon and I need to know where to fit Keith in. Make this like you are performing and show Keith why we have the best dance class." Shiro yelled.
Everyone got into formation and Keith stuck to the side, watching carefully. Lance took a deep breath, wanting to show off to Keith. He wanted Keith to be in awe of him.
Shiro counted them in, "5, 6, 7, 8," and they were off.
Shiro smiled with so much pride. Everything was clear. He told Keith where he would be dancing, which was basically always with Lance. But there was a reason for that. Shiro conjured up a plan to help bring his vision come alive faster. At the end of the lesson he had congratulated everyone as they left the class but stopped Lance and Keith before they ran away. Once the class had been cleared, Shiro started to explain himself.
"Okay, I am happy that you chose dance Keith, you are a great asset. Also, Lance I have a favour to ask of you," Shiro started.
Lance perked up, "Anything,"
"I would like you to teach Keith everything so far so the class isn't waiting around, starting over just for Keiths sake. Would that be okay? I mean after seeing you today, it amazed me so who better?" Shiro finished.
Lance was dumbstruck, one; because he just got the best compliment from his dance teacher and two: because he has to teach Keith. He smiled to himself with glee.
"Of course I'll help. Anything for the class," He chimed back. He was met with one of Shiros award winning smiles.
"Great. You aren't expected to learn everything in a heartbeat, Just enough to catch up with us," And with that Shiro left.
Lance's smile turned into a smirk as he looked at Keiths expression. It was mixed between anger and annoyance. Lance was elated. Elated that Keith, who looked like he never wanted to see Lance again, had to listen and follow all of Lances commands. Keith looked away from Lance's stare and smirk looking extremely aggravated.
"Fuck." The boy muttered.
"So..." Lance broke the silence. "When shall we start?"