Together (Klance Oneshots)

Chapter 5 - Circus Boy <Part 1> (Fluff)

Author Note
Hey, y'all! So I started writing this and I was like ok it's gonna have two parts... but then I got really into it and I'm thinking I'm gonna split it into three. I wanna give a backstory before the fluff and eventually the smut, ya know 😏? So the next part will be out soon. (1st part is kinda boring but stick with it I promise it'll get good.)

Second part out on 5/30/23!

Love you all enjoy! ❤

⚠Warnings:
     - N/A

Circus AU
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(Keiths P.O.V)
"Come on Keith!" The instructor clapped at me as I tried to maneuver my body around the pole, again. Beads of sweat covered my pale skin as my mussel strained to keep me from falling. "Elegance boy! You need elegance! Point your toes, bend your neck... ah there!! Perfect! That is what you need."

I mentally logged my position and slowly unwrapped my sweaty limbs from the tall silver pole. My mussels shook with the effort I used to keep from falling on my butt. My bare feet touched the cold blue mat as air fought to get into my aching lungs. My athletic leggings rode up my ass under my baggy shorts that were cinched tight around my slim and curvy waist. My instructor had started lecturing away about what needed to improve and what I needed to keep.

"... that and you will be fine for the performance Keith" she smiled at me. "Alright, everyone! Gather around! Next time we meet we will be having some very special instructors in town so please be punctual, Garrett, and dress appropriately. Alright, see you Sunday!" And with that she released us.

I walked over the cold mats onto solid ground that lead to the locker room on the far wall. The tall wooden door led to a steamy shower room on the left, a grungy 5-stall bathroom on the right, and a maze of lockers at the end of the rough tile hallway. I walked down to the lockers and made my way through the maze to mine in the back corner. Twisting in the combo and opened it up to grab my towel from my well-worn black and red gym bag.

Heading over to the showers I started to loosen my baggy black shorts. Letting them drop to the ground once I reached the shower. I hung up my towel and started to pull down my red and black athletic leggings —and underwear— that clung to my sticky body. Leaving those right under my strung-up towel I stepped in the shower and turned the squeaky faucet to lukewarm. I scrubbed down and washed my hair. The yellow crusty grime in the corners pulled me away from the water sooner than I wanted. Drying my hair with my towel and then wrapping it low across my hips as I grabbed my clothes off the floor and went back to my locker to change.

My day's outfit included my favorite pair of grey skinny jeans with small rips covering the front of the worn fabric, paired with my usual black leather work boots. Along with my black hoodie with a red AC⚡️DC on the front.

I grabbed my gym bag and took out my keys to the motorcycle parked out front. Red was a 17th birthday gift from my older brother Shiro. A Kawasaki Ninja 950, built for speed and I loved it. Getting my keys out of my pocket I pushed them into the ignition. The engine came to life with a soft grumble, almost like a purr. I reached my hand and popped open the hidden compartment under the chilled leather seat and I grabbed my black helmet that had a streak of red fire on both sides. I stuffed my gym bag in. I closed it and got on the bike. Inside my helmet was a black leather jacket with red flames on it as well, both a gift from Shiro's boyfriend Matt. I loved both of them. I shrugged on my jacket and pulled out my phone.

You:
     Hey Shiro I'm done with practice, heading home.

Shiro:
     Mkay, I got a surprise for ya when you get here.