Violet Nights

Chapter 38

Thursday, 7:00am--

Keith woke to the soft glow of the early morning sunlight shining through the crystal window. He felt...warmer somehow..almost hot, in a way, like someone had turned the heat on in the hotel room. He moved a little, feeling the unfamiliar pull of something wrapped around his torso. He tried moving again, maybe he was just stuck in the bed sheets. He couldn't sit up. When he looked down, he found a pair of bare, tan arms pulled tightly around his black v-neck shirt. For a moment, he had forgotten what had happened last night and his mind went straight to the gutter, thinking oh shit .. But when his memory came back to him, he couldn't help but smile. The reaction was a bit different for Lance...

The darker skinned boy blinked a couple of times, his eyes opening and focusing on where he was. Dear god, he had his arms around Keith. Keith, of all people. He quickly yanked his arms away and sat up in embarrassment, his face was completely red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "What the hell man! Why didn't you move my arms??" he shouted, seeing Keith clearly was not bothered by their position.

"What do you mean? Why did you put them around me if you didn't want to!"

"I didn't know I was doing that!" he shouted again, throwing a pillow at Keith's head, but missing by a centimeter, only nicking the edge of his bedhead messy hair.

"You apparently knew when you were still awake last night"

"I was tired!"

"That is no excuse, McClain. You're just upset because you did something gay and you don't want to admit it." Keith smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. Lance seemed to not know what to say and looked away, suddenly changing the subject.

"Anyway, I'm going to get a shower first! Then we need to go do what we flew here to do." he finished, standing from the bed and digging through his suitcase for his clothes before disappearing into the bathroom. Keith slid off the edge of the bed and walked over to the little desk in the corner of the room, sitting down in the office chair. There was a small coffee machine sitting there. Keith had stayed in enough hotels to know that the coffee was shit. But he didn't feel like going down to the breakfast bar for anything so he would have to deal with it. He didn't want to look at himself in the mirror hanging above the desk, but when its in your face like that you can't help but stare into it. He saw an emo boy with dark hair and half circles under his eyes, hair sticking up in every which way. Even his shirt sleeve was slightly falling out of place. It honestly looked like he'd been having sex all night.

Lance was out of the shower in 10 minutes. He exited the bathroom with a towel over his head, rolled up looking like a cupcake, and steam rolling out of the room behind him. Keith looked over and immediately regretted it. Oh yeah, he was also shirtless and still dripping with water, which Keith's sensitive gay heart could not handle. He looked away quickly as Lance walked past him and sat on the bed, removing the towel from his head to reveal his slightly still damp messy hair.

"Why is there so much steam? Do you really take hot showers?" Keith asked in a bit of an annoyed voice.

"Uh, yeah." Lance responded smugly, smoothing his brown hair off of his forehead with one hand.

"It's a shower, not a spa." Keith rolled his eyes, draping his clean clothes over his arm as he walked into the restroom. He was finished in half the time Lance took, dragging the hairdryer out with him and beginning to dry his long black hair, which made him look very feminine while wet. Lance couldn't help but stare at the slightly damp shirt still clinging tightly to Keith's frame, draping snugly around his waist and hips. He really was curvy for a boy...