Unbelivers Klance Version

Chapter 4

"Motherfucker!" Lance yells, eyes popping in front of his mirror the morning after Keith's Sunday visit. "Fuck," he hisses, leaning in and examining his neck that's littered with purplish bruises. It looks like he's been fucking assaulted, beaten up with a baseball bat by someone who kept aiming specifically for his neck.

Lance growls while stomping towards his dresser and starting to vehemently dig through his drawers.

Fucking Keith. The bastard. That motherfucking bastard! This was so his intention. He is a monster. Fucking rude. And evil. He's an evil monster who snuck his way into Lance's shower and probably used the moment to avenge whatever it was that made him mad at Lance in the first place last week. Lance cannot believe he fucking swallowed for him.

Motherfucker.

He finds the shirt he's looking for, holding it up before him in front of the mirror. He doesn't even know why he owns the shirt. He shakes his head grimly, mentally sending daggers across the block. He is going to murder Keith at practice.

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"Why do you look like a complete twat?"

Lance whips around in a full-body movement where he's just sat down next to Hunk in the library. "What?" he hisses. "It's a turtleneck. Have you never seen one before?"

"Yeah... just not on you." He eyes Lance up and down.

"Well, it's cold, okay?"

"It's not that cold."

Lance glances up, giving him a silencing look. Would he just let it slide, alright? Lance is not doing this by free will. Keith's stupid fucking love bites are covering his entire neck. This is his fault. Lance doesn't care about the reason why he came to his house yesterday in the first place – which was very, very strange and Lance shall ignore it forever, along with the fact that Keith licked Lance's cum off his fucking stomach – the only thing he cares about is planning out in perfect detail how he's going to kick his ass.

"Stop watching me," Lance says, feeling Hunk's eyes on him.

"I just can't really... comprehend this."

"It's cold. Okay? Let it go."

Hunk sighs next to him. "Fine. You still look like a twat, though." There's a shutter sound coming from his right. "And this will also not be forgotten, ever."

Lance is going to kill Keith.

They try to study after that. Lance still hasn't finished his English assignment and he's already gotten two new projects to start on today in other classes. He really should try to get more revising into his schedule, which is rather full. He needs to return his maths homework tomorrow and he hasn't even started yet. He's also got the late shift at the fro-yo shop, and that's not helping him in the slightest. He needs to get this finished.

"Hey," Hunk says after a couple of minutes of silence. "We haven't hung out in a while. Like, outside of school, properly."

That's another thing. Hunk has somehow become subordinate to everything else, and Lance feels terrible. There's just so much stuff he's got to do and neglecting his best friend is the last thing Lance wanted, but it has just happened to turn out that way.

"I'm really sorry, mate," Lance says sincerely. "I've been so busy lately." He's got no good excuse.

"I know," Hunk says easily. He slaps a hand on his upper arm, squeezing. "It's okay. I just miss you, Lancey."

"Aw, Niall," Lance jokes, but says earnestly, "I miss you too, mate."

"Good," his friend grins. "Then how about Friday, I come over and we'll have pizza with Rachel and watch movies like we used to, yeah?" He smirks. "And then I'll talk to my contact and set us up with the nice little lady Mary."