Waves

Chapter 7

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The smell of the club was enough to make Keith turn up his nose, the reek of alcohol and sweat enough to make him hurl. Lance bounced on the balls of his feet, obviously excited, he turned to Keith, words lost over the steady hum of music.

Keith scrunched his nose, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?".

Realisation lit up Lance's face, and he leaned in closer to Keith. His lips nearly touched his ear. The pressing warmth of Lance's body. His soft curls tickled against Keith's face. "I said, let's get drinks".

Blink. "Oh. Yeah."

Lance pulled back, grinning, completely unaware of the effect of his charms on poor Keith.

Lance wove through the swarming crowds, Keith following tentatively behind him. A stranger stepped back, pushing against Lance. He tipped perilously, on the verge of falling. Keith's hand shot out, steadying him from behind.

"You okay?"

Lance looked up. Violet eyes stared at him, laced with concern.

Heat rose on Lance's face, painfully aware of the hand resting on his lower back. A little lower.... Another stranger moved, bumping Keith, and pushing him into Lance. His chest pressing against Lance's back, groin... No, He wasn't going to think about that.

"Ance-"

"Lance"

At the soft rumbling of Keith's deep voice, Lance jumped. Painfully aware he had not yet answered the ebony-haired man. "Um yes, let's go".

Keith rolled his eyes. Gently he guided Lance towards the bar, hand never leaving his lower back.

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The music pumped, the taste of booze on Keith's breath. Lance's body against his. Hips swaying, his body moving so seductively it pained Keith. His hands in the air, how much better would they be roaming Keith's body? He gulped. The song changed, Lance's face lighting up with recognition.
His mouth moved, words lost to the pounding of music in Keith's head. "WHAT?". "I SAID I LOVE THIS SONG, DANCE WITH ME KEITH". Keith laughed, any caution thrown to the wind at about his sixth shot. Dirty grinding. Hips. Ass. Hands groping the others. Long legs pushed between Keith's. The conversation was lost with the music.

Lance leaned dangerously close to Keith's face for not the first time of the night, "What's next on the list Samurai". Giddy with booze and Lance's presence, Keith replied "I have an idea".

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Unfortunately, tonight was yet another formal event, Keith's intoxicated mind leading him to a series of misleading plans to crash it.

Honestly, it wasn't that hard to sneak in, the main entrance had a large-built man with a stupid clipboard, but any other points of entry to the room were unguarded. Prompted by the alcohol they crept through the empty hallways leading to the full room, polite chatter and jazz music carried across the halls.  Lance would giggle and make comment as they snuck along, Keith drunkenly shushing him with furrowed brows in case of discovery.

The boys nodded at strangers as they pushed through the current of the crowd. Keith grabbing champagne from an underpaid server passing by.

Lance grinned mischievously as Keith handed a glass over, "Bottoms up Mullet."

With a wink they toasted before letting the cool bubbles slide down their throats.

A hand grips Keith's arm unexpectedly, nails digging into bare flesh. Keith turned to see James seething behind him. "Get out."

"Why should I?" The ebony haired boy scoffed, Lance nodding in agreement.

"This is my engagement party, I thought you'd be smarter than this." James hissed.

Realisation dawned upon the two, looking around they spotted signs and banners announcing the upcoming union.

"Well," Keith swallowed, "congratulations, but as a Kogane I believe the invitation for my family is extended to their son."

James scoffed, "you're not their son and never will be, now get out before I call security"

Keith rolled his eyes, Lance shooting confused looks between the two.

Keith turned to the brunette and pulled him close by the waist, and obvious gripe to infuriate his ex but Lance stilled at the tension shooting up his spine anyway. Lips pressed against his hair, a husky voice and warm breath caressed his ear and Keith said "let's get out of here love, I have another idea." Lance dumbly nodded, the only thing he was capable of doing at the sound of Keith's seductive tone.

"Later James" Keith nodded before leading Lance out of the crowd via a hand resting on his lower back.

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