Mine: a Voltron fic
Lance's such a tease.
Lotor could tell from the very first instant he saw him. Touring the agency building, the latest rookie for Galra Records. A rising musician applying as an assistant to get a foothold in the business. And Lotor, CEO to be of the very same record label. The makings for a classic romance story, he could probably get it published later on. But for now he'd settle for the precious moments of interaction he stole every day.
Lance practically drove Lotor crazy with his teasing, from the gestures he made as he talked, to the swaying of his hips as he walked. No he didn't just walk, it was more like the world was playing a melody only Lance could hear and it compelled him to dance. His hips would sway as he walked, especially if Lance was in a good mood. Once in the break room Lance had practically danced a samba as he made coffee. It had taken everything to stop himself from applauding. The look on Lance's face when he realized he'd been spotted was adorably shy, a soft sheepish grin gracing his lips as Lotor complemented his dance. Lotor hacked the security footage from that day and saved it for himself, watching it over and over again. How could he not help but be mesmerized by the boy. His lithe figure, sun-kissed skin, and eyes that held a clear sea as well as a playful glint, he was almost too beautiful to be real.
And oh, how Lance teased Lotor. His every move telling Lotor how much he wanted him. The side glances, the grin, and the winks in his direction. Every time they talked it was as though the world faded away.
"So Lance, how about I take you out for dinner tonight?" Lotor purred. Lance chuckled, the sound music to Lotor's ears.
"I'm flattered Mr. Lotor…"
"Just Lotor please." He interrupted.
"Lotor," just hearing his name come from that beautiful mouth sent his heart racing, "as I said, I'm flattered, but I have plans tonight." That was a lie, Lotor had hacked Lance's computer storage and synced his schedule to his phone, along with all the selfies. Lotor knew exactly what Lance's plans were and this evening's space was blank.
"Are you sure? I could've sworn I heard you talking to Hunk about having nothing to do tonight." Lotor pouted slightly, his fist clenching hard on the pen in his palm. How dare he lie him! No wait, perhaps this was simply another tease.
"Well, something came up. Maybe some other time, ok?" Lance smiled.
Like a rare butterfly always fluttering just out of reach. His words were merely a facade, designed to test Lotor's resolve.
"I'll hold you to it." Lotor relaxed his grip. He watched as Lance walked away, watched as he practically beamed as he turned around and waved goodbye.
"See you around." He said.
"Sooner than you think." Lotor smiled under his breath.