The Tattoo Artist's Bouquet

L A N C E

Lazy Saturday
10

Lance woke up on Saturday with a tickling sensation in his nose.

He peeked his eyes open, realizing that a giant man was cuddling with him, snoring away.

He groaned and tried to escape the embrace of the cubby man. The man shifted and opened his eyes as Lance tried to get out. He jumped awake and let go.

"Hunk, weren't you supposed to be sleeping in your room?" I asked.

"Sorry Lance... I had a nightmare and got freaked out about the chimes outside." He answered.

"Hah, it's fine. I think I'm going to take a bath okay?"

"Yeah, I'll make some breakfast while your at it."

They separated to do their own things, Lance heading to the bathroom and Hunk to the kitchen.

Lance walked into the bathroom to collect all the stuff for his bath.

His bathroom was a white themed bathroom, his shower separated from this bath. His shower was in the back right corner, his bath next to it, separated by glass. His bath was a big triangular shape. His sink ran along the left wall, his toilet next to it, in a tiny stall made of cloudy glass. He had little accent flowers everywhere he brought from the store, placed in baskets hanging from the celling, and some place at the head of the sink.

Sighing as he stepped into the shower grabbing some shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a face mask, and a loofah. ((You bet he need one of those fluffy things))

He placed the stuff on the rim of the bathtub turning on the water onto a burning hot setting, Lance stripped out of his clothes, waiting for the bathtub to fill up with the hot water.

Once he thought that was enough water he stepped in his breath hitching, from the hot sensation touching his feet.

((I'm going to make this way more sexual than it needs to be. :p))

He lowered himself into the burning liquid, gasping as he submerged lower, lower and lower into the water, moaning once all the water covered his body.

Lance lashed his head back, sighing, liking the warm feeling spreading all over his body—

((Okay I'm sorry...))

Lance sink lower into the water until his nose was right over the water. Lance blew and made bubble in the water with his mouth watching them pop almost immediately after they formed.

He looked to the side and picked up the bottle of body wash, squeezing some into the water then turning of the hot tub setting, the soap and water mixing together to make bubbles all in the water.

He watched in amusement, while bubbles formed in the water, staying as bubbles for much longer then the bubbles Lance blew with only water.

Lance scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them, watching as they flew into the air.

Lance laughed at himself, then started washing himself, starting with shampoo.

He squirted some shampoo into his hand, rubbing it together, and rubbing it into his hair, scrubbing it into every part of his hair making sure he didn't miss any area.

'Let's try to be fast so breakfast doesn't get cold.'

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Lance walked into kitchen, heard the soft sizzle of bacon.

Hearing Lance come in, Hunk turned.

"Hey, you're just in time."

Lance grunted in acknowledgment sitting down, shivering as the cold seat touched his bare legs. He was only wearing a big oversized sweater and boxers beCAUSE HES LAZY— ((Oh yeah sorry, we're describing Lance not me...))
Hunk walked over to the cabinets grabbing two plates and put some bacon, eggs and homemade fries onto the plate. He passed one over to Lance.

"Thanks man." Lance thanked as he began to dig in.

"No problem." Hunk answered beginning to eat from his own plate.

While eating Lance got a text on his phone. Lance flicked his phone up to see who it was from and immediately picked it up, seeing that it was Keith.

Hunk curiously looked over to see who Lance was texting and smirked when he saw Lance's blush and smile and automatically knew it was Keith.

THE Keith, Lance would talk about 24/7.

Hunk looked away with a knowing smile, and finished him food quickly so he could and washed his plate, so he could lend Lance some privacy.

Lance looked over to see Hunk slip into his room. Suddenly Lance felt a ringing and a vibration in his hands, freaking out from the sudden movement, Lance lashed his head to face his screen. Keith. Keith was calling him.....KEITH WAS CALLING HIM. Lance cleared his throat and answered.

"Hello?" A deep voice said from the other end of the phone.

"Hey Keith! What's up?" Lance answered excitedly.

"Uhm, w-well I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch or...watch a movie?"

"Yes! I-I mean yes. Yes I do..." Lance laughed sheepishly.

Keith chuckled. "Okay then. I'll pick you up at 1:00?"

"Okay!" Then he hung up, sighing, lovestruck.

At that perfect moment Hunk came into the room, smirking, and had listened to the whole conversation.

"So a date with the infamous Keith Kogane?" He asked smugly.

Lance blushed. He then checked the time. 11:52. He got up with a goal to find something nice to wear.

~Word count: 887 Words~

((Hey! This chapter was fun to write. Just to add a light mood to this.Y'know? No? Okay then...This chapter is now 911 words. Also! The Tattoo Artist's Bouquet is.....#22? On "Hot" in Klance which I am really happy about. Let's see if we can make it to #1?! :D

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