Drummer Boy «Klance»

|Chapt.5|

Over the next week, Lance is an anxious mess. He knows that Hunk is definitely starting to notice how he is acting, but Hunk knows Lance well enough not to prod.

Lance has to snap out of this. He has to get back to how he use to be. His life may not have been full of excitement, but least he didn't feel like his heart was trying to suffocate itself all the time.

He is laying with Kate on his bed, and they're kissing. Lance's mind is somewhere far away, but then Kate's hand slides up underneath his shirt and he realizes that he's it's been so long since they've done anything else. He almost feels guilty, because he knows it's his fault. He doesn't want Kate thinking that he's not attracted to her, or that it's because she's unattractive, because none of that is true.

And if he is going to get Keith out of his head, having sex with his girlfriend is probably the best way to do it.

He picks up on her cues and rolls on top of her, slipping her dress off. She giggles lightly, sounding eager. Lance leans forward to kiss her again.

They've done this a lot. It is a language they are both fluent in. One piece of clothing after another comes off, and soon they are under the covers. Lance can feel Kate's body pressed against his, and it's familiar. Warm, but not too warm. Safe.

Out of curiosity, Lance dips down and sucks a kiss onto Kate's hipbone. She giggles, "That's new." she says. But that is the extent of her reaction, and Lance is a little disappointed.

They roll around to find a more comfortable position. Lance grabs at Kate's breasts, her waist, her ass. Her skin is soft, and her limbs are thin and wiry, much like Lance's. Kate connects her mouth to the skin underneath Lance's ear and he hums low in his throat.

It feels good, it really does.

And when Lance is slipping inside of her it still feels good. And when she pulls him closer and moans into his ear it still feels good. And good is good.

But it's not great.

When Lance feels himself getting closer to coming undone, he finally feels, for the first time in a really long time, that this is all okay, and that this is all that he wants.

But then he imagines his tongue swirling just above Keith's hipbone. He pictures Keith underneath him; writhing, gasping, moaning as his tongue presses into that one spot, that one patch of skin that makes him crazy. He pictures Keith's chest, rising and falling and his legs shake. He hears Keith say his name, broken and wrecked—

And then he's coming, much quicker than he though he thought he would, with the image of Keith's face still etched into his brain.

Shit.

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Lance sits at the bar and opens his laptop. It is 5PM and the bar is practically empty. Shiro is re-organizing the booze and taking stock of all the different liquors they have. As Lance types, Shiro turns to him curiously, and then props his elbow onto the bar and leans towards Lance.

"So," he starts, "when are you going to ask me to give you Keith's number?"

Lance looks up from his laptop. "What?"

Shiro smiles sympathetically. "Look, I can tell that you really care about Keith, but you can't honestly believe you are the first guy to come in here asking me about him. So, how long has he been stringing you along?"

Lance just repeats himself. "What?"

Shiro sighs. "Hooking up, Lance. How long have you two been hooking up? Is it getting serious? Do I have to get my big brother pants on and give you the talk?"