Break Bad

Perfectly imperfect.

June 6th, 12:15Am.

Even as they lay in bed together, still naked, their bodies draped around one another, Lance still gazed at the notifications on his phone. He saw the battery was low, and silently cursed. He set the phone down across Keith's bare chest, and on the bed side table. Then wrapped his arms back around the man, as Keith tightened his own arm around Lance's back. Lance let his head fall into Keith's chest.

After a moment he spoke quietly into the now dark room.
"Are uh...you-"

"I am." Keith said.

"I should um, my phone is almost dead. Do you have a-"

"Let it die."

Lance lifted his head to meet the indigo rings in the dark. "What? But what if I need to call them."

"Your phone died. We got a little drunk, and decided it wasn't safe to drive back. So we got a hotel."

Lance looked at him dumbfounded.
"We just..lie?"

Keith laughed, his husky voice echoing in the bedroom. "Is lying to them really worse than telling them what actually happened?"

Lance furrowed his brows.
"Uh, I guess you're right."

Keith's hand moved from Lance's back, to his head, as he stroked the younger man's hair. "Don't waste time worrying about what you can't change. Enjoy the moment."

Lance chuckled a little. "Not surprising to hear from a guy who drives a motorcycle like that."

Keith shrugged, Lance's head bouncing up with the movement.

Keith pulled the blanket past their waists, and covered them both with it. Lance buried his head in Keith's shoulder, and held onto the man. When Keith wrapped another arm around his, Lance finally felt some of his worry fade, as he instead focused on the rhythic breathing of the man he'd met hardly five hours ago.
But Keith's grip was safe, warm, and strong. And lance couldn't help but feel comforted by it. And he let himself drift off to sleep in his arms. Keith following quickly.

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June 6th, 8:48Am

The light peered through the now closed curtains of the glass door to the balcony.
Keith continued to stroke the younger man's caramel skin. It really was like caramel. Smooth, soft, sweet, and addictive. So addictive. Keith wondered what had come onto him last night.
'Oh right, Lance did.' he thought, barely keeping himself from laughing at the thought. He still let out a little grumble of a noise, which was apparently enough to wake the exotic treasure wrapped in his arms.

Lance groaned, and brought an arm from Keith's side to wipe his eyes. He lifted his head to see the piercing purple eyes staring into his soul, at first he almost flinched, before he saw the soft pink smirk that accompanied the gaze.
"Good morning." Lance said groggily.

"Morning." Keith replied in a deep morning voice, that was somehow smooth, while also having the rumbling texture of an avalanche that vibrated Lance's chest as it lay against Keith's.

Lance immediately looked over at his phone, before he could grab it, Keith did, and he held it away. Lance raised his eyebrows at the man.
"Leave it." Keith said.

"But, what if they-"

"What, died in a fire? They're fine. And the phone is dead anyways."

Lance eventually dropped his head on Keith's chest with a grumble of unintelligible words. Keith chuckled at the whining boyish man on his chest.

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"How old are you?" Keith asked, after he hung up the phone, ending his room service call. Lance looked up from the couch.
"Uh, 23, as of May 20th."