Web of Sins

On the right track

Romantic intimacy had never been a big focus for Keith, simply because he always felt he needed to improve himself before he could look to commit himself to a relationship. That said, it wasn't like he was actively trying to stay away from romance, either. If it happened, it happened - that had been his philosophy for a while now. And, well...something had most certainly happened.

He and Lance had been seeing each other for over a week now, with Keith paying nightly visits to the Web to steal some of Lance's time just to talk. Lance seemed to understand that he only came to talk, now, too; there were no more expectations for sex. Most of their interactions took place in the club due to their schedules, and while Keith still wasn't any fonder of strip clubs than before, he tolerated it to see Lance.

They both wanted to spend more time together outside of the Web to have fun, but the opportunities were scarce. Sure, they'd gone out two more times since the mall date, and they texted much more often than a customer would a worker, but Keith had still never been able to fulfill his promise to take Lance racing again...that is, until now.

The Web of Sins was already in sight, and he was having difficulty keeping his chest from bursting open like a piñata of excitement as he pulled into the parking lot. They'd been planning this night for what seemed like ages, and honestly, it was all Keith ever talked about. He'd lost count of all the times he promised Lance they would go racing together at his track, and now, they finally would.

Excitement and giddiness made him move fast as he gave the bouncer his money and entered the Web. He technically could've just waited outside for Lance, but this night had been hyped up for quite a while, and he wanted to make it even more special by personally going in to pick Lance up. Losing a few dollars to the entry fee was worth it.

The club seemed to be leaning towards warmer colors tonight - reds and oranges taking prominence over the usual purple and blue. The pop music was a nice deviation from the more frequent techno tunes that usually played, as well.

This was how Keith taught himself to stay sane with so many frequent visits to the club; by focusing on the positives, since the club did have some pretty neat aesthetics to it. Well, that, and by focusing on anything other than the dozens of men ravaging other men as far as the eye could see. It wasn't like he'd been doing this for a long time, but he'd trained himself pretty well by now to only focus on what he wanted to see. That's why it wasn't too hard for him to spot Lance, already dressed in his attire for going out, making his way past the bar towards where Keith had just entered.

Keith couldn't help but smirk to himself, proud to say that he totally had the timing of Lance's shifts nailed down. Lance had spotted him, too, and Keith was going to call out in greeting when he saw an older man slap Lance on the ass as he walked past.

Suddenly, a civil greeting was off the table, and Keith was already storming forward, brows narrowed as he pictured the seven different ways he could mess that man up and make him regret touching Lance without permission. Fuck, it disgusted him to no end.

Lance met him halfway, though, and the look in Keith's eyes must've given away his anger and loathing, because he wrapped his arms around Keith to steal his attention. "Hey, come on, you can't just go starting stuff in the Web. Aren't you at least going to greet me?"

Keith grumbled and shifted his gaze to Lance, anger fading a bit due to how cute and calming the boy looked. It was like his blue eyes were pools that cooled down his anger, and he took a deep breath, focusing on Lance's arms on him. "...but he can't just go touching you like that. He should be taught a lesson..."

Lance let out one of his angelic giggles, gently poking Keith's chest and risking a glance back at the man who had become Keith's mortal enemy in just the span of ten seconds. "We're in the Web, Keith! Technically, he didn't do anything wrong."