Break Bad

Oh, is it your...first time?

Authors Note:

There is some more explicit smut in this chapter than previous, so it will be marked when it starts and ends in case anyone wants to skip it.

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June 25th, 3:08Pm.

Keith sighed as he pushed open the door to the parlour. Walking in he saw Evan look up to meet his gaze. Amber eyes, short blond shaggy hair, and a green flannel. Evan was perhaps the only person besides Katie that was shorter than Keith. Evan raised an eyebrow as he caught the end of Keith's long sigh.

"Late for work, and showing up with a bad attitude?" Evan said with a smirk.

"Shut up or I'll kick your ass."
Keith deadpanned.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."
Evan grinned.

Keith rolled his eyes and walked around the counter, standing next to Evan.
"Where's my three o'clock?" Keith asked.

Evan shrugged.
"Dunno, a no show I guess."

"Oh, that's just great." Keith groaned.

Even raised an eyebrow.
"You're being even more of a sour puss than usual. What's up? All out of cigs?"

Keith shook his head.
"No, it's just my...uh, friend."

Evans eyebrow went higher.
"Oh? You've made friends? Besides Pidge, and me? Cuz you know your brother cop doesn't count."

Keith would rather avoid talking to Evan about his romantic life, especially considering how their relationship had ended, so he skirted around the topic.

"Yeah. I made new friends. He was pissed, and instead of talking it out, I decided I needed to not miss this appointment, since it was a sleeve. Now I guess I should've stayed and talked it out since the appointment blew us off anyways."

Evan whistled.
"Yep, a full sleeve is a nice chunk of change. But this 'he' must be pretty special if you argued, and actually want to patch things up rather than just walk out his back door, and never call him."

Keith sighed.
'So, he's gonna be in one of those sorts of moods today.'

"Evan, that was six months ago."

Evan held up his hands defensively.
"I know, I know. And I'm over it. I'm just needling you a bit.

"Well, stop."

"So, he's not a one night, but an actual friend? Like...a friend friend? Or-"

"He's a family friend." Keith began.
"Our parents work together, and they're visiting for a few months. They're going back to Mexico in a few months."

Evans shoulders visibly relaxed.
"Oh, so he's leaving country. Good."

"Good?" Keith raised an eyebrow

"Well...uh yeah. Isn't it?"
Evan tried to cover.

"What do you mean?" Keith asked.

"I mean, he lives in Mexico. You and him are getting in arguments. And this city is in the middle of bimble fuck no where. Not exactly a vacation heaven. And he's going back home in a few months. So good for him, he probably misses it."

Keith looked away.
"Yeah...maybe." he said under his breath. Before walking to the back room to get his equipment ready for his next appointment.

Evan watched him go. Following the sway of Keith's hips, and the tense strength of his muscles. Then he quickly averted his gaze.
'You just can't fucking help yourself, can you Holden?'
Evan mentally scolded himself for getting jealous over the fact that Keith had a friend.
Keith had made it clear he wasn't looking for anything serious, and Evan doubted that would ever change. So why was his heart still so torn over it?