3rd person
Keith and Lance were standing outside of the club, smoking a cigarette. Keith had his back leaned against the wall, and Lance was leaning into him, their shoulders touching. The two of them had been close friends for a while now, and they usually got together for a drink and a smoke after a long day.
Keith let out a sigh and took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing out a stream of smoke in the air. He looked over at Lance and smirked. "You know what I could really go for right now?"
Lance raised an eyebrow and took a drag of his own cigarette. He blew out a cloud of smoke and asked, "What's that?"
Keith's smirk widened as he flicked away a bit of ash. "A kiss," he said, his eyes on Lance.
Lance's eyes widened for a moment, surprised by Keith's bold statement. He took a moment to recover, then chuckled and shook his head. "You're just pulling my leg, aren't you?"
Keith shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette. "Maybe," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "Or maybe I'm not." He exhaled a stream of smoke, his eyes still on Lance.
Lance's heart rate quickened slightly as he looked back at Keith. He always had a bit of a crush on his best friend, and even now, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He tried to keep his cool and shot back, "You're so full of yourself. You really think I'd kiss you?
Keith laughed at that comment. "Oh, I don't just think it, I know it," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You can't resist me, and you know it."
Lance felt his cheeks flush slightly at Keith's words, and he tried to play it off coolly. "Oh, please. I could resist you if I wanted to," he said, his voice slightly shaky.
Keith chuckled at his response. "But you don't want to, do you?" he said, his voice growing softer and more gentle. "You want me just as bad as I want you."
Lance's breath caught in his throat at Keith's words. He couldn't deny it anymore, he did want him. Badly. He tried to keep his voice steady as he replied, "You're such a presumptuous jerk, you know that?"
Keith's lips curled into a half-smile as he stepped closer to Lance, closing the distance between them. "But I'm also right, aren't I?" he said, his voice sultry and low.
Lance could feel Keith's breath on his skin as he came closer, and his heart was racing in his chest. He tried to keep up the feigned annoyance, but his voice betrayed him as he said quietly, "You're such a cocky bastard."
Keith laughed, and he was so close to Lance now that their bodies were practically touching. He could smell the smoke and cologne on Lance, and he felt a pang of arousal in his gut. "And you love it," he countered, his voice a whisper in Lance's ear.
Lance couldn't deny it anymore. He did love it. He loved the feeling of Keith's body so close to him, his breathing near his ear. His own voice was barely above a whisper as he looked into Keith's eyes. "Shut up," he said softly, his expression both annoyed and aroused.
Keith saw the desire in Lance's eyes and couldn't resist any longer. He reached up a hand to caress his cheek, his fingers tracing lightly over Lance's skin. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just millimeters away from Lance's. "Make me," he whispered.
Lance's heart was now hammering in his chest. He could practically feel the heat emanating from Keith's body, and he was losing all willpower to resist him. He leaned in slightly, his lips almost touching Keith's. "You're impossible," he breathed, his voice shaky with desire.
Keith grinned, his heart racing with anticipation. He was close enough to feel the heat of Lance's breath against his skin, the scent of tobacco and alcohol on his breath. "You love it," he whispered, his voice sultry and seductive. "You love me."
Lance's eyes darkened with lust as he felt the words wash over him. He couldn't resist it anymore. He closed the remaining distance between them, and pressed his lips against Keith's, kissing him hungrily.
Keith let out a soft moan as he felt Lance's lips press against his. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue eagerly tasting Lance's mouth. He had wanted this for so long, and now that he finally had it, he couldn't get enough.
End
Ps. Don't ask I was bored af
