Waves

Chapter 5

Insert surf action scenes and ogling ;)

Keith relished the salty spray of the ocean and he carved along it's side, the tip of his board wavering and trembling with the current. He sharply turned, cutting up alongside until his board left the waves, almost suspended midair he positioned himself, one hand flat against his board, the other angling so the board spun. In the air it circled, one, twice, before he landed back in the cusp of the wave. He'd always been precise in his movement, sharp and guided by techniques. Nothing like Lance.

His movements were fluid, graceful and lacking any form at all. But what he lost in technique he made up for visually. He was flashy, lazily grinning as he zigzagged through the waves, throwing kisses and winks at the female spectators on the sandy side. Keith's brow scrunched in discontent, he wanted to hate the guy, but really who surfs like that? Within the blink of an eye he was shredding up the side of the wave, balancing on its climax and riding along like he was part of the wave. There was something mesmerising about him, Lance belonged in the surf. A few more trick shots and languid carved and he returned to the shore. A knowing grin spread across his face and he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to brush off the crusty salt of the ocean that now littered his brown locks. Keith stomped down a pant of something.

"Not bad for a grom"

Lance's grin was wiped clean off his face "A grom?" He spluttered.

Keith threw a mischievous grin over his shoulder, and Lance's expression turned to one of cheekiness. "Rematch?"
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While Keith had expectations their competitions would limit themselves to the surf, he found Lance seeking him out over mundane tasks, managing to bring out Keith's flare of competitiveness.

After clarifying with the manager the employment mistake, the manager had shrugged and told them to split shifts and stop whinging. This led to various comments and each pitting their eight year old students against each other in an attempt to prove the better teacher. This was not only confined to their lessons, who was the better dish washer? Who could eat the fastest? Who could clean the bathroom the best?
These then turned to a variety of pranks (started by the one and only Lance), and he found himself shampooing his hair with semi permanent dye after a sharpie penis mysteriously appeared on Keith's face one morning.

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