Sweet n' Warm

Chapter 9

"Lance, what the fuck are you doing here?" Nyma did little to no effort in hiding her distaste. The young man hid the effect it had on him, "Hey, good-lookin'" The boy winked, ignoring her question. The blond rolled her dark eyes, "We were supposed to meet up at 2 o' clock not at noon" Nyma folded her arms over her chest,

"Yeah, well, wanted to see you" Lance shrugged and past by. Shutting the door Nyma stomped her way in behind him. "I'm not even ready, ugh. Give me a few minutes. You better take me somewhere nice" Nyma stormed off to her room. Lance sighed, strode over to the grey couch plopping on it.

Having nothing better to do he pulled out his cellphone. Noticing he's gotten plenty of texts from Hunk and his older brother he opens them up. First Hunk's.

Hunky Chunky

- Yo, we're at the café and didn't see you

- We met up with Keith, taking him to the truck. You're missing out. Lol.

- Lmk when you get home, take care dude

Lance pouted. Hunk took Keith and probably Pidge to the truck, that's where Hunk works at. The best food truck around. He would've loved to go, but he had to take Nyma out. There were going through a rough patch. Or that's what he said at least.

Maybe Nyma would want to go, then he gave it some actual thought. She'd hate it. If it isn't somewhere she can show off she wouldn't bother. Lance took a breath in dismissing the whole thought of it.

Big bro

Tas' perdido, cuando piensas llamar?

(you've been lost, when do you plan on calling?)

"he's probably just bored," Lance said to himself, his brother always wants to call whenever he's on his day off or has nothing to do. It made Lance happy, his brother and him never lacked communication even after admitting he liked guys. It took a while for his parents to be okay with it, but nothing too bad. Maybe because they assumed it was a teenage thing and that it'll go away since Lance never brought home a boyfriend. But that didn't matter to him.

"Lance?" Nyma called from her room. She didn't sound mad at all, her voice had a different pitch. Walking over he found her in her underwear. Lacy. Lance smiled at the sight. Any other thought vanishing.

"I'm sorry for having gotten mad, I just, didn't expect you" Nyma smiled sweetly. "Oh, yeah that's okay, Nyma," Lance said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"so, what are you waiting for? Come over here" her eyes were lustful, any trace of the angry Nyma entirely gone. Lance did as told.

His hands traveled her waist all the way down, his slender fingers glided to her thighs, one on her ass cheek the other tightly on her slim thigh. Leaving his mark. Grabbing it pulling her to him, Nyma wrapped her leg around him, she began moving at a rhythm and Lance complied. They crashed over the bed, something in Lance's stomach pit felt wrong. He completely ignored it.

"Oh, Lance" He felt happy he could cause pleasure to her. He gazed at her eyes, then lowered his line of sight.

Hunk suddenly popped in Lance's head.

"what, ew?" Lance voiced out. Nyma stopped abruptly. Realization fell upon him, shit. "Oh, no, no I'm sorry" Nyma glared at Lance, pushing him off of him. "Fuck you, Lance. You think someone like you can say 'ew' to me? let me tell you, you're dead wrong" Lance backed away. The pit in his stomach felt heavy. Why'd he have to mess up this time, why did he even think about Hunk?

He asked himself on and on while Nyma kept on saying countless things to Lance.

"Leave, get out," Nyma said pushing Lance. He was confused and baffled. "Get the fuck out, Lance. I don't want you here, I don't even know why I try with you." That stung him. Fixing his shirt, he didn't say a word to her and left. "Yeah that's right, leave you goddamn bitch" She called out after him.

Lance didn't bother putting his helmet on as he mounted his bike. His eyes stung, his chest felt heavy. Nyma is right, he was the one who fucked up.

Leaving the apartment he didn't know where to go. He was too much of a mess to go over at Hunk's, but he could really use some hugs. He decided to go to his own house instead.

Shortly after arriving there were many empty alcohol bottles on the floor, he sat in the bathroom floor crying. He'd fallen asleep at some point.

Someone knocked repeatedly on the door. Lance ignored it. He stood, back aching. Looking at the mirror, he looked horrendous. His eyes were bloodshot, bags underneath his eyes. His hair a mess to say the least. It was certainly not his day. The knocking continued. Lance sighed.

Washing his face, he later took a shower. He settled for using sweatpants, not bothering on wearing a shirt.

The knocking continued. Feeling annoyed by it Lance opened the door no effort put into hiding the fact that he was. "The hell do you want so damn early?"

A familiar mullet-ed young man stood, momentarily baffled. It went away quick. "Half past noon isn't early, Lance. And I was sent by the café to ask why you didn't come to your shift." Lance only stared. It was the only thing he could do. Keith's mullet was in a ponytail, it was Keith the whole time knocking, it was for work, it was Keith.

"Well?" Keith asked expectantly. His eyes journeyed below the tan man's face but quickly averted them.

"Uh," Lance started, then continued "shouldn't they send messages first?" He asked looking away as well. Lance felt very aware of his shirtless body and Keith's glances.

Keith cleared his throat. "They did, plenty." Lance played with his hair not knowing what to do with his hands, why'd he feel so nervous? "Well, I'll pass by sometime." Lance nodded at his own answer, "Yeah, okay, sure"

"Okay then," Lance responded, making the situation awkwarder.

Keith couldn't help but laugh, and somehow that lightened up Lance's mood as well. "stop being so weird, you'll lose your admirers that way. You're lucky its just me this time, get your act back together." Keith flashed a smile at Lance.

"Pff what're you talking about? I'm cooler than ice" Lance winked. Keith shook his head, "not right now you aren't," Lance gasped. "Says someone with a mullet".

"My mullet is smoother than any pickup line you find off the internet" Keith folded his arms over his chest, smirking. Lance forgot to act hurt and smiled instead. "Yeah, okay. Whatever floats your boat" Keith chuckled. "Well, I'm going to leave now" Lance didn't want that. Think, think, think. Lance felt his stomach growl. Food. As Keith was turning Lance grabbed his hand, after noticing his hand was fairly smaller but firm and callous, Lance let go. "Uh, Let's grab some lunch?"

Keith raised a brow, "Sure" he lowered his gaze to Lance's torso than to his sweatpants. Is that his, "Oh, yeah let me go change" Lance disappeared and came back just as quick. Keith averted his eyes from Lance, his train of thought went places Keith wouldn't allow it to, not now.

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