Red String of Fate - KLANCE

8.

>>So, the sexual tension finally becomes too much. Therefore, this entire chapter is one makeout scene and so much dry humping.... if you're not into that I suggest you skip this one and wait for the next on Wednesday. I still marked where the real shit happens with '***' so you can easily skip the explicit stuff. Stay safe my dudes!<<

March 9, 2018 - 11:58 PM

Pidge's words echoed in his head as he stepped through the doors, entering the club. You better use it next time you dance. It had been a month. A month of the two dancers' tension building. Keith once again felt the nervous, excited energy pulse through him as the other Galra walked in front of him. All wore their masks. No one talked, it was their trick to intimidate the crowds, it always worked.

Keith heard the people in club already starting to talk excitedly amongst themselves. They, too, were excited for the weekly dance off. Keith eyes sought the group in the back, the Alteans. From this distance he couldn't make out where Lance was, but he knew he was one of the persons there.

Lotor motioned for the other Galra to follow his lead, they walked off to one side of the club, leaving Keith behind in front of the door. He watched his fellow Galras walk away and pondered if he wanted to follow them.

He had never been to a club before, safe for the dance offs with the Galra, of course. Shiro had never allowed him to come with him to one of the clubs he usually went to, and he had never had friends who did stuff like that. It was kind of pathetic, really.

Deciding he needed a drink first, he walked up to the bar. He leaned against it as he waited for the barman to notice him. Suddenly he felt two hands on his hips. He gasped, but stood frozen as he felt the person behind him lean closer and starting to breathe in his ear.

"Hello, gorgeous," the smooth voice said.

Keith turned his head, thankful for the mask that let him be anonymous, and caught the smell of alcohol on Lance's breath. Deciding to go along with what Lance had started he said, "Hi, handsome." He tilted his head back, his masked nose touching Lance's jawline.

Lance's blue eyes looked at him, the blue markings under them only bringing out their mesmerizing color even more. It was beautiful.

Not paying attention to the barman anymore, he only saw Lance making a hand motion to the guy before his attention was focused on Keith again. "What are you doing here, all by yourself?" Lance's hand started to draw circles on Keith's hips.

Keith tried to clear his head and focus. Which was an extremely hard thing to do with Lance so close and the hypnotizing motions. He shrugged, giving himself a few more seconds to form coherent words in his mouth. "Decided I didn't want to be with the other Galra."

"And why not?" Lance asked in a low voice. It send shivers down Keith's spine.

Deciding to up his game, Keith turned around in one, swift motion. His lips were only mere inches away from Lance's, the mask still between them. "Because you are way better company." He marveled at the smoothness of his own voice.

He thought he saw Lance's cheeks turn red and swallowing harshly. But the Cuban was saved from answering as the barman slid their drinks over the counter. Keith let out a small, disappointed whine at the loss of contact as Lance removed his hands and stepped away to get their drinks. He paid the guy behind the bar and turned back to face Keith.

Keith huffed. "You didn't have to pay for me."

Lance leaned a bit closer to catch Keith's words. He merely shrugged and clinked their glasses together as a toast. He threw the shot back and Keith thirstily watched the way his Adam's apple bounced. He wanted to latch his lips on it and-