Another Life ||Klance||

Keith

    Kissing Lance was the best thing Keith had ever felt. Granted, he’d only felt it once. Lance had surprised Keith in the middle of the night, nightmares plaguing him and drawing him from sleep. Keith had opened his door only to have hungry lips pressing against his, hands balling in his hair and tugging roughly. Keith’s hands had taken a bruising grip upon Lance’s hips, pulling him closer despite the urge to pull away. Lance had seekingly licked Keith’s lips, begging for more wordlessly. Keith had denied. Oh, what Keith would give to go back and accept now.

    Keith was feeling like an utter creep tailing Laith. Following behind the bright, cheerful boy in a hoodie of dark black doesn’t exactly make the cut for Keith’s favorite things to do. Laith wasn’t exactly his Lance, a bit too snappy for his tastes and bearing a shy appearance, Laith was a more gay version of Lance in Keith’s opinion. Not that he was complaining! It would be much easier to seduce someone who knew they liked guys. Lance had put up a fight with his sexuality a bit too long for Keith’s liking. But Laith? He knew he liked both parties and that would make it much easier for Keith to draw love from the Lance inside Laith. If Lance was still there, that is.

    The thought of Lance being completely gone seared through Keith’s chest as he stared through the cafe window. He ignored the rain gently sprinkling upon his hoodie, water dripping down his nose as he stared at the boy who was his Lance, only shorter and gayer. The thought almost made him chuckle, that is, until a drowning sea locked with his eyes, holding him captive. His breath hitched, a small voice reminding him he wasn’t supposed to be seen. Keith listened to it, peeling out faster than Laith could blink. He waited in an alley for Laith to leave and start walking home as if it were a normal thing to do, following your reincarnated boyfriend to his new home in the middle of the night. Keith hadn’t expected Laith to come downstairs when he was contemplating breaking and entering.

    He’d willed himself to be invisible, knowing he’d failed when Laith locked eyes with him. A muffled ‘Keith’ came from Laith’s mouth, an exaggerated gasp leaving Keith in reply. They held their gazes, daring one another to look away first. Laith slowly lowered his gaze first, trying to look at the rest of Keith, which was hidden in black clothing. Keith pressed his lips together, not knowing what to do. Smash the window and attack him sexually? No, too forward. Keith lightly wrapped on the window, a small smile gracing his lips before he returned to frowning. Laith looked up at him, then headed toward the front door barely visible through the window. Hope flared in Keith’s stomach until he saw Laith lock the door.

“Ouch.” Lotor spoke behind him, making Keith jump for the stars. Keith whipped around, missing the look of alarm on Laith’s face. “Where the hell did you come from?” Keith shrieked, cringing at himself. A light knock came from the window, Laith eyeing the purple man as he forced a scary look upon his face. Keith, bless his heart, managed not to laugh and only snorted in a quiet fashion. Laith looked confused by his reaction to the purple man, yet raised a hand to flip him off, brow twitching. That Keith laughed at.  Seems Laith retained his hate of purple men, thank God.

        Lotor smirked at Laith and gave a wave.  Laith instantly ducked down behind the kitchen counter.  Keith snorted again and shook his head. “How’d you get here, huh?” Keith asked, placing his hands on his hips. Lotor mocked hurt, placing a hand on his chest. “Not even a kind glance?” He brushed a strand of white hair from his face and huffed at Keith, dropping the act. Keith instantly knew Lotor was thinking of an excuse. “The real reason, not some half baked lie.” Keith pressed. Lotor pouted slightly, putting his hands behind his back.

“Fine, fine. You caught me. I was interested in the former Blue Paladin.” Lotor hissed out from between his teeth, scowling at Keith slightly. Laith lightly tapped the window again, drawing Keith’s attention. The hostility instantly melted away and Keith offered him a small smile before turning back to Lotor. A cold ice settled in the air between the two, sparking the air with tension. Keith was sure Lotor was about to physically fight him, but Lotor just turned around and lazily tossed a hand up behind him as a goodbye. Keith almost growled like an animal, simply because he had no self control. Oh, and because he was super protective over the new Lance. In the short time Keith had been watching Laith he’d come to like how he looked. Although he had come to learn Laith didn’t have love handles, a true pity, but he still had a dimple in the small of his back that Keith used to think about sticking his thumb into and seeing if he could make it more prominent. Another tap came from the window and Keith looked over too see Laith, brow furrowed and lips twisted into a scowl, staring out at him.

    Laith frowned at him for a while longer before opening the window slightly. If Keith had known that window opened he would’ve already been in that darn house, being a creep and stuff. “Who are you?” Laith demanded and Keith noticed how similar his voice was with Lance’s. A little more musical, sure, but still Lance’s. Keith almost broke down on the ground right then and there. “Why don’t you tell me?” Keith challenged silently, instantly wondering why he said that. He should’ve just said his name and tried to flirt his way inside (or force, either way he was getting inside), but no he had to reply with that. Much to his surprise, though, Laith stood up straighter.

“You’re Keith, aren’t you?”

Sorry it's short the next one will be a decent length