Waves

Chapter 4

Not for the first time that morning, Lance awoke to a loud noise. He was grumpy.
Some asshole stranger awoke him in the dead of night, decided he was staying in Lance's room and woke him up AGAIN in the morning. He was incomprehensibly mad, hungry and to top it all off, he needed to piss.
Begrudgingly he threw long tan legs out from the comfort of the cocoon of warmth he lay in. Sitting up now he could see the a*shole- Keith's bed lay used, but without a said figure in the room. Good, hopefully, he wouldn't see him for the rest of the day. Rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn he threw his favourite blue shirt over his head and made his way to the bathroom.
He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of the finest upper arms he had ever seen. Lance's gaze dropped from the bulging muscles down the curvature of the toned back to the slim waist, and finally, the ass that was hugged just so perfectly by a pair of black jeans. It was only 6am.

Keith's arm gently swept back the bangs from his forehead, frowning as he analysed his work "That should do". He turned, shocked to see a figure in the doorway. Lance stood uncomfortably, staring as Keith stood in front of the shower's tap.
Squinting he questioned, "Um... what are you doing?".
Keith was startled, too busy taking in the other's state. Ruffled hair was accompanied by an eye mask pushed up against his hairline, an oversized blue T-shirt revealed sharp collarbones and he wasn't even sure if Lance was wearing pants.
Sheepishly Keith rubbed the back of his neck. "Water was too cold, I fixed the temperature and thought I'd tighten the taps while I was at it".
"Really?" Lance's face lit up, ecstatic at the idea of a hot shower.
"Um..." Keith stood, taken aback by the other's sudden change in personality.
"Quickly get out, I have to try it out right now! Gosh, you're my favourite person right now. Well, actually that's Hunk but you're on the list now" Talking a million miles an hour Lance leaned down to the cupboard to grab out his products. Leaving Keith to the knowledge Lance WAS in fact wearing pants. Short baby blue shorts hugged the curve of his ass, white trimming contrasting against his tan skin. Keith gulped. Lance stood back up, flashing Keith a dazzling smile. "Still don't like you though, Mullet."
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"You're doing great" Keith smiled at the young boy, hoping it didn't come off as awkward. Waves lapse halfway up his chest, the sea gently rocking the kid's board.
"Just keep paddling and once we get the hang of that we'll try standing up" Erik (At least that's what Keith hopes his name is) grunted in confirmation, solely focused on the task at hand. Something blue caught the corner of Keith's eye, squinting against the sun's reflected glare off the sea he turned towards the beach. Standing on the soft white sand was a slim figure holding a bright blue surfboard with light blue floral patterns streaked over it.
The figure themselves had dramatically dragged their sunglasses down their face and was standing, staring at Keith, mouth and eyes wide open agape. Lance. Keith rolled his eyes as he watched the other dramatically plunge his board upright into the sand before pushing his way through the shallow waves.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Lance poked Keith in the chest. Keith ignored the heat the touch brought against his cool skin.
"Teaching" He raised an eyebrow as the other motioned his hands as a means of needing further explanation. "I'm the surf instructor"
"NUH UH" Lance shook his head indignantly, yelling his protests while Keith turned his back to him, choosing rather to focus on his student.

"WHAT WERE THEY EVEN THINKING, I'M OBVIOUSLY THE BETTER SURFER ANYWAY"
Keith's ears pricked up at that. The heat of competition coursed through his veins. "Oh yeah? What makes you think that?" He hotly shot back.
Lance, smug and feeding off the attention he gained from the hothead replied, "Because I've already seen you surf".
Keith ground his teeth, feeling a competitive smile cross his face. "Wanna make a bet?" ———————————————————————————