Drummer Boy «Klance»

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Lance is 100%, without a doubt, straight. He has the perfect girlfriend and has never wanted anything more. But suddenly his world is being turned upside down by the boy playing the drums at his local bar--a boy who happens to be very good looking, very gay, and very very interested in Lance.

aka: Good-Boy Lance has a crisis when he meets Keith because he's so damn attractive, and Keith is a little ho that is way too promiscuous and open about his sexuality. The become friends. Confusion and sexual tension ensue.

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The first time Lance sees the drummer, he is pretty damn amazed.

Well, "pretty damn amazed" is a bit of an understatement. He is floored. It takes his breath away. His whole body thrums with the energetic rhythm spilling from the stage. He feels electricity in his fingertips, in his toes, along the nape of his neck. He has never heard the drums played like that, with such intensity. Even from his seat in the back of the bar, he can see wild, deliberate swings of the drummers arms, before the beats escalate and his arms begin to blur together with the speed of them. Lance is speechless, maybe even (he hated to admit it) a little breathless, and he doesn't realize how absorbed he was in the performance until his girlfriend places her hand on his face and deliberately turns his head towards her.

"Babe?" She questions, chuckling. "Everything alright? Had a bit too much maybe?"

Lance falters a little, recovering from what is probably (definitely) shock, and then grins. "Yeah right, you know I handle tequila like a champ, Kate."

She rolls her eyes. "Okay lance, I'll remind you of that next time you're barfing after a drinking contest with Hunk".

"The odds are always stacked against me! That man in huge! Unfair advantage!"

Kate giggles in a way that Lance always thought was cute, her nose scrunching up a little and a small blush dusting her cheeks.

"You talking about me?" Lance hears Hunks voice booming from behind them. He turns around on the barstool and comes face to face the the large, looming figure that is his best friend.

"Hunk, my man, you made it!"

A white smile spreads across Hunks dark skin. "Hell yeah, Lance. I'd never miss an opportunity to beat your weak ass in a drinking competition"

"Jeez, it was one time, you people are killing me!"

Hunk laughs out loud. "Dude you were barfing until 6pm the next day"

"And you passed out in a 7-11 parking lot" Kate says.

"The guy behind the counter had to lay you down on a pile of dirty dishrags"

Kate laughs out loud at that. "I forgot about the freakin' dishrags!"

Before Lance can defend his honor, the sound of the wild drum beats fills the room again and the crowd that has gathered in front of the tiny stage breaks into a deafening cheer, the screaming ringing in lances ears.

He turns a little too eagerly back to the stage, hand gripping the edge of the bar. His eyes lock on the drummer. The boy is finally sitting still for a split second, and curiosity swirls in Lance's vision. He sees blue and red lights reflecting off of a mop of black hair. He sees fingerless gloves, a red jacket, a black t-shirt. And as the guitar starts playing, he sees the drummer twirl one of the sticks expertly in his hand, one fast, blurry movement, before throwing a smirk across the stage at the guitarist and slamming down the first beat of the song.