Love Lance

The Boy in the Magazine pt 4

Top- Shiro
Bottom - Lance

(I couldn't come up with a headline)

Shiro started his morning as he did most days. He rose early and took time to go for a quick jog. He later stopped by his favourite gym for a quick workout. He walked back into the hotel, smiling pleasantly as he passed reception. With his morning jog accomplished, he happily opted out of the stairs and selected his floor as he entered the lift. It pinged as he arrived, and he entered the hallway, not much on his mind until he saw a familiar brunette. He raised his hand with a smile.

"Morning," his voice caught Lance's attention.

"Oh Shiro, good morning." he turned his head.

Lance acknowledged him, and by that, he checked him out. His eyes looked him up and down, catching sight of his toned physique in his tight blank tank that just accentuated his abdomen and arms.

"Work out here often?" He joked, a smile curving at his lips.

"It was scenic," he noted with a soft chuckle.

They started to walk with one another towards their rooms. Shiro acknowledged the coffee in Lance's hand, not surprised that it was smothered in syrup and topped off with a generous dollop of cream.

"I am not surprised to see you have a sweet tooth," he mentioned.

"Well, who doesn't love a bit of cream?" The comment was innocent at face value. However, a dust of pink settled on Shiro's cheeks.

"I'd invite you in, but," he gestured to himself. "I may not be visitor worthy." They stopped at his door.

"I don't mind, but if you'd rather not..." he trailed off, looking up slightly and meeting Shiro's eyes.

Shiro stared a little, silence spreading without intention before it clicked that Lance had spoken. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, embarrassed.

"I mean, if you don't mind it.." he shyly met Lance's gaze again, who smiled and nodded.

"After you," Shiro opened the door for him, following him in.

He let the door fall closed behind them. Lance stepped in, placing his coffee on the bedside and plopping onto the bed. Shiro stretched with a satisfied hum before he looked back over to the boy. He felt a little conscious, feeling the sweat of his work out but he sat down anyway. He left a small space between them.

"I wanted to say, you're doing amazing on set" Shiro complimented.

"You think so?" He blushed a little, flattered to receive praise from someone like Shiro.

"Yeah I do, I've enjoyed working together on the show" he nodded.

Lance's usual snarky and overconfident side dropped, replaced by sincerity. It just slipped off the way you'd shrug off a coat. He embraced it earnestly.

"They brought you in for this love triangle, right?" Lance asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. I'd heard of Keith but I've never really interacted with him. He seems a bit difficult?" He referred to the day he'd seen him stomping around.

"I suppose," Lanced nodded. "He is a bit of a grouch," He agreed

Despite their spats, he kept his relationship, well more like interactions, to himself. He wasn't what Keith assumed and would not entangle Keith's name in a scandal. He would not live up to Keith's poor and harsh expectations.

"Well, you're not like that," Shiro smiled.

"Neither are you," Lance coed a little, his flirtatious side peeking out.