April 18, 2022

Some highway in the US

Shiro's Prius lmao

3:06 pm

Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade plays on the radio and Lance looks over his left shoulder at Shiro, whose eyes are focused on the road in front of him. Lance reaches for the radio to turn up the volume. "May I?" he asked. "Mm" hummed Shiro, taking a small glance from his peripheral to look at Lance's hands. The glance was quick but long enough for him to notice his long slender fingers. Shiro wonders to himself what those hands would feel like wrapped around him, he mentally shakes away his lewd thoughts and lets the music absorb him instead. Lance bobs his head to the song, quietly singing along with it.

"Because tonight will be the night that I'll fall for you, over again, don't make me change my mind because I won't live to see another day I swear it's true because a girl like you is impossible to find, you're impossible to find"

Shiro turns on the blinker and pulls out in front of the car behind him. He exits off the highway and hits the brakes on the first red light. The music is loud but he can faintly hear Lance singing. He sounds, kinda good? Shiro didn't want to mess with his groove so when the light turned green he turned downed the volume to hear Lance better. Lance is lost in his own world, so he's unaware that the only noticeable sound that envelops the car is his voice. He stops singing when he hears Shiro giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you"

Lance doesn't look anywhere near convinced. "I'm serious," pleaded Shiro who takes a look at Lance while turning the steering wheel, his hands crossing over each other. "You make me nervous, and laughing is my only healthy coping mechanism." Lance sits up in his seat and looks toward the window to shield his face from Shiro who's pulling a number of strings on his emotions. How could someone like Shiro get nervous around someone like Lance, who's a nobody with too many issues?

"Do you sing?" questioned Shiro, subconsciously dragging Lance out of his self-deprecating thoughts.

"Oh, uh, kinda. I don't really like singing in front of people. Hunk and Katie are an exception though."

"Katie, as in Matt's little sister?"

"Yeah, she's like my second best friend, why?"

"Small world, I know their brother, we're in the same program. Why do you call her Katie? I thought only her brother was allowed to call her that?" Lance laughs to himself before responding.

"That's a long story, but to keep things sort she lost a bet"

"Oh wow, you have to tell me now, Pidge has never lost a bet"

"I know, but sorry 'Kashi she would kill me if I said anything."

"That's understandable, haha"

Shiro parks the car and turns off the engine. "We're here" Lance looks out of the passengers' window and sees a rather large blue brick building. "Wow, not trying to be weird but this building is sexy as fuck. I love the color blue. What is this place?" He turns his body so that he's facing Shiro.

"Ha, glad you find attraction towards the building and you'll see when we get inside." He opens up the car door and peeks inside over to Lance. "Time's a wasting"

Lance groans and opens up his door. "Don't use my words against me, that's like a violation of bro code."

"And what bro code is that?"

"Yes"

"Lance...shut up"

They both walk inside in the building laughing out all the air in their lungs. The receptionist shushes them and this only makes them laugh harder, their muffled giggles echo through the hall. Lance feels safe with Shiro. He feels at home.

July 28, 2005

Cuba

12:45 pm

is holding her son's hand as they walk up the steps to his dad's place. She knocks on the door with her free hand and waits for the door to open. After 15 seconds of locks clicking open the door creaks as pulls the door back. He steps inside to let them in and closes the door behind them. and Lance walk into the kitchen and she sits down all his bags.

"Me iré un par de días, por favor cuida de mi hijo." (I'm going to be gone for a couple of days, please look after my son) walks into the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge. He snaps off the cap, the loud pop startles Lance. He takes a long sip and slams the bottle on the counter behind him and looks at his son.

"Seguro de lo que sea, vamos a divertirnos, bien hijo?" (Sure whatever, we're going to have fun, right son) Lance nods his head slowly. "Así que ahí la tienes, adios mama!" (So there you have it, bye mama) hugs Lance and leaves out the door. "Feliz cumpleaños, mama volverá pronto, te amo." (Happy Birthday, mama will be back soon, I love you) Before Lance has a chance to reply the front door closes and it's only him and his dad. Lance's birthday was a pretty chill, they watched his favorite cartoons, played hide n' seek and he ate a chocolate cupcake with blue icing. However the very next day everything changed. His dad's "buddies" came over and were passing around baggies of this white substance. Lance was sitting on the floor across the room.

"Papa qué es eso?" (What is that?)

"Es uno droga, Ahora sube las escaleras." (it's a drug, now go upstairs) he points to the stairs with a razor in his hand. Lance picks up his toys and wobbles up the stairs while looking at his dad and the people huddled around the table. He wonders why they keep hitting their faces against the table. While laying in bed, Lance tosses and turns, it shouldn't be this hard for a 4-year-old to fall asleep around 8, but the ruckus downstairs would beg to differ. All the yelling and music seeps into the walls and vents, Lance is surrounded. He pulls the covers back and walks out his room, tiptoeing down the hall. He peeks through the railings and sees his dad holding up his hands in the air. "Oye tío, cálmate" (hey man, calm down) his dad repeats, voice shaky. Lance runs downstairs toward his dad, which was a terrible mistake.

"Qué estás haciendo aquí? Vuelve a tu cuarto!" (What are you doing here, go back to your room) his dad demanded.

"Por qué?"(why) mumbled Lance.

"Por qué?! Porque yo lo digo! Ahora ve Lance!" (Why, because I said so, now go Lance) He throws a tantrum and his dad hastily grabs Lance by the arm and drags him up the stairs. His tiny legs slam into each step. "No salgas hasta que te llamé!" (Don't come out till I call you) snapped Lance's dad when he throws him into the room and slams the door. "Estoy haciendo esto porque te amo" (I'm doing this because I love you) Lance stayed in his room the remainder of the night, his soft cries put him to sleep. Lance wakes up in a panic due to his dad banging on the door. "Mijo! Mijo! Despertar! (Son Son wake up)

"Huh?"

"Nos vamos a la playa!" (We're going to the beach)

"En serio?" (Really)

"Sí, vámonos!" (Yes, lets go)

Lance jumps out of bed and into his dad's arms. He spins Lance around, watching his giggles fills the room. Once they arrive at the beach puts sunscreen on Lance which is the only helpful thing he manages to do. "Mijo, por qué no hallas un lugar?" (Son why do you go find a spot) "Okay," he beamed. McClain watches his son kick the sand around and lets it fall through hands as he picks it up and throws it in the air. Lance's dad reaches over into the glove compartment and grabs a tiny bag of cocaine. He unzips the bag and pours it on his dashboard, fining it into a straight line. He puts his index finger to his right nostril and moves his nose across the substance. He then wipes up the excess powder and gets out of the car.

"Lance venir aquí" (Come here) He runs over to his dad and grabs his hand. 'Wanna go for a swim?' his dad asked. They walk towards the ocean and Lance is jumping into the water that washes up on shore, clearly amused by the little things. His dad lets go of his hand and walked back to the spot his son picked out to sit down, because of his pounding headache. It felt like a multitude of people were trying to break his skull open with a sledgehammer. McClain tried to keep his eye on Lance but his eyes wouldn't stay open. He stopped fighting back and he fell into the sand.

"Papa, mira mira!" (Papa look look) But it was useless his dad was too far away to hear him not mention that he's asleep. Lance ignores him and decides to go deeper into the ocean to chase after a fish. A wave swoons in and knocks him over and although the water is still shallow the tide pulls his light toddler-sized body with it. At this point, Lance is screaming, desperately. "Papa, ayudame!" (papa help me) Another wave dominates him and basically swallows the boy. His back strikes into the ocean floor, water rushes up his nasal cavity, and he passes out.

April 18, 2022

Sexy Blue Building

3:25 pm

"Am I allowed to ask what this place is now?"

"Well it's no longer a surprise, so I guess" They walk up to the receptionist desk, Shiro pulls out his wallet and grabs a card that read 'Don't be aMAZEd' in huge black comic sans.

"What the hell is that? Are you in some sort of cult?" Shiro stays quiet. "Oh, my fuck" Lance whispers into Shiro's ear "You're in a cult...I can't believe this."

"What the fuck, no, Lance this is a maze arena. Where did you get cult? Well, it is kinda culty"

"KiNda CuLty...are you hearing yourself? Shiro black magic ain't no joke, I'll tell you that" Shiro rolls his eyes and apologizes on Lance's behalf to the women behind the receptionist desk. He follows behind Shiro as they walk through a black curtain.

"Lance, what do you know about black magic?"

"During my freshman year of highschool Hunk and I were dared to play with an Ouija board and this demon-ghost thing deadass told me that I needed two versions of myself so I could get sent to hell twice."

"You're joking, haha there's no way"

"Yes way, but then again I don't think Ouija boards are supposed to talk, nonetheless sound a prepubescent Katie" Shiro snickers.

"Lance, you're giving me more of a workout than the gym"

"Oh, I can give you a workout...if you can catch my drift. Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, I'm a mess"

"Is that an offer?" coaxed Shiro with a devilishly grin plastered on his face. Lance stops walking and looks around the room to make sure if anyone else heard that.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"I'm trying to, was that good? I don't really have that charm so I've been trying to mimic you." Lance playful hits Shiro's arm but hits it again because man, that dude is swole and he's lowkey trying to feel Shiro up.

"Kashi, you don't need charm when you have body, I'm not sure how much you look at yourself in the mirror but dude you're seriously hot, no homo though"

"Lance please"

"Please what?" Lance said his voice low and breath heavy in Shiro's ear. Shiro places his hand in front of his crotch to block his throbbing erection. His cheeks are a defined pink and his eyes are seductive. He wants, no he needs Lance. Shiro grabs Lance by his wrist and drags him to the male's restroom, they go into the handicap stall. Shiro locks the door and pins Lance against the wall. His hands are running all over Lance. His fingers dig into his soft hair, they slide down the nape of his neck and down the sides of Lance's body. His back arches off the wall and Lance's hip thrust into his crotch. Shiro whines at the touch and presses his body further in Lance. "Lance please, I need you" pleaded Shiro. Lance's body goes limp and he lets Shiro hold him up. "You can have me Kashi" breathed Lance.

That's all the permission Shiro needed. He presses their lips together, it's rough at first but they both ease into it more. Lance is melting under Shiro's embrace, each kiss he plants sends nerves down his spine. His growing erection feels tight against the seam of his pants, as if Shiro can feel Lance's discomfort he breaks up the kiss and looks into Lance's beautiful mesmerizing eyes that he would die for. Never losing eye contact his hand slides down Lance's smooth torso to the rim of his pants. Shiro unbuttons his pants and they drop to the floor. He grabs lance's member and strokes it through the fabric. A soft moan escapes Lance's lips and Shiro wants to hear more. He pulls down the boys' boxers and rubs his fingertips against the tip of Lance's dick. The sounds Lance makes echoes through the restroom. He quickly covers his mouth, to stop himself from being too loud. Shiro removes his hand and entwines their fingers. "Baby I don't care who hears"

"K-Kashi...ahhh"

Shiro gets on his knees and takes Lance's erection into his wet mouth. He licks up and down his dick causing it to twitch. Shiro looks up at Lance, his expression is the hottest thing known to man. Shiro is glad that he gets to see this side of Lance but can't help but feel jealous that Lotor had all of this to himself. Wanting to swallow those thoughts, he moves his mouth back on Lance's cock and swallows him instead. Lance's head falls back and his fingers grab Shiro's white strands of hair. He tugs and moves his head to the rhythm of his now thrusting hips. "Ahh god, Kashi please fuck me" He climaxes, his wet hot cum squirts on Shiro's face. Lance slides down the wall to his knees and pants.

"S-sorry..for..fucking.. your face" he looks up at Shiro with a smirk on his face, knowing damn well that he isn't sorry.

"Sorry my ass, now help me get this cum off my face. I don't want to scare the children"

"Children?"

"Yes Lance children, we are at a family friendly place"

"Oh, so you mean your cult?"

"It's not a cult, I swear"

"Uh huh, and I'm the one who's getting sent to hell twice." Shiro stands up and rolls several layers of toilet paper around his hand. He breaks off the end and hands the wad to Lance. "Well I guess that makes two of us, I'm not going anywhere without you"

"Awe, maybe next time I'll suck you off" assured Lance wiping the cum off Shiro's structured face and chiseled jaw. Shiro's ears turn pink and his laugh bounces off the walls, vibrating in their ears. "You are a mess"

July 30, 2005

Pediatric Hospital

10:15 am

"Gracias a Dios estás bien, mijo" (Thank god you're okay) cries. Lance's eyes are blinded by the lights in the room, so he decides to keep them closed. "Lo que pasó?" (What happened) He sits up in his bed and lays his back on the pillow. His throat gets dry and no words come out. "Está bien, no estoy enojado, dile a mamá" (It's okay, I'm not mad, tell mama) His sobs are quick and raspy, coming straight from the chest. "Papa...I call but he... he don't help. B-big wave take me...and can't breathe." pulls Lance into her arms, squeezing him a little too tight. "Voy a matarlo, lo juro por Dios" (I'm going to kill him, I swear to god) She lets go of Lance and storms out the room. Her heels clack loud as she stomps down the hospital's hallway towards the waiting room. She instantly spots dozing off on the chairs next to the window and display of magazines. She pulls out her gun and hit on his forehead. He wakes up abruptly and starts yelling. "Woah, woah calmaese!" (calm down)

The people in the room hurriedly move away from the lady with the gun.

"Ma'am llamaré a seguridad!" (I'm going to call security) said the nurse, her voice riddled with fear. This is her first day on the job and everything is already going wrong. ignores the women and presses the gun further into head. "Aléjese de mi hijo!" (Stay away from son)

stands up moving the gun and with it. He looks her in the eyes, her windows to the soul. "No puedes mantenerlo alejado de mí, mama." (You can't keep him away from me forever, mama) She quickly removes the gun from his forehead, cocks it, and places right back in the same that was now bruised. This all happened in a matter of seconds, in a single breath. "Si no me crees, ponme a prueba, papa. Te dije que lo cuidaras! Por qué coño no pude hiciste eso, huh?!" (You don't believe me, try me papa. I told you, I told you to watch him. Why the fuck couldn't you do that?) Her tears shed, rolling down her cheeks and falling off her chin. She's hurt, scared, and livid. A jumble of emotions cloud her brain, she should've known better. Lance's dad was a good for nothing, but she wanted to give him a chance. Betrayal cuts deeper than a stab wound.

The security guard comes up to , "Baje el arma ahora!" (Put the weapon down, drop it)

The gun shakes in her hand but she finally removes off 's head and straps it back to her thigh. "Me disculpo por mi arranque de hace un rato." ( I apologize for my earlier outburst. She walks away with her hands in the air by her side. She stops, turns around, and quickly snatches the gun from her thigh. She shoots three times, the bullets hit his left thigh, right kneecap, and his collarbone. She runs down the hall, the screams from the waiting room get quieter and quieter the further she gets. She grabs Lance and throws him over her shoulder. She kicks the security guard blocking the door into the wall. moves Lance to her back and tells him to wrap his arms and legs around her. "Sujétalo con fuerza, de acuerdo?" (Now hold on tight) More guards are following her, each corner she turns, every hallway she runs down, they're right behind her. The only reason they aren't shooting is because she has a child strapped to her back. On her last turn, she hits a dead end, she turns around with her arms up, ready to surrender. The guards are out of breath and they surround her. She steps back and rubs her hand against Lance's right cheek.

"Haciendo daño gente es malo, a menos que sea defensa propia, mijo." (Hurting people is bad, unless it's self-defense son) slides her hands from her ankles to her thigh, the guards are following her movements. She laughs and snatches the guns from the thighs and moves them between the group of guards in front of her. "Tú tampoco mueve o te disparo, bueno?" (You either move or get shot, okay?) Her eyes narrow as she turns the guns inward on their side. The guards step away and back into the wall, scared to get too close. "Gracias! Gracias!" (Thank you, Thank you) She runs past them and down the hallway. She sees the door to the stairwell and speeds down them. After running down 5 flight of stairs, she's finally outside. She looks around the parking lot anxiously trying to find her car, police sirens are heard in the distance. "Está bien, Lance?" (You okay)

He wraps his arms and legs around his mom tighter. "Hmm"

spots her car and puts Lance in the backseat, buckling him up into his car seat. She gets sits down on the drivers' side, starts the car, and pulls the prindle into reverse. She looks back and grabs Lance tiny hand. "Tú lo eres todo para mama. Te amo mijo" (You mean the world to mama, I love you son) "Te amo mama"

She turns her attention towards the road and drives out the parking lot, past the police officers, past the hospital, and past the man who hurt her baby. She takes a deep breath and looks into the rearview mirror at Lance who has quickly fallen asleep. "Eres mi todo" (you are my everything) she whispers.