Violet Nights

Chapter 39

Slight NSFW warning

Friday, 1:00am--

Lance's eyes fluttered awake in the night, looking around the room as if he had forgotten where he was. There was this awfully painful crick in his neck from sleeping sitting up with his head tilted downward almost in the position a corpse would be in. He turned it a couple of times to remove it before looking down at Keith sleeping very soundly next to him. One of his dainty little hands was rested next to his head while the other tucked under the pillow comfortably. Lance smiled and slowly reached out to pet his hair before realizing what he was doing and pulled away. I'm not gay.. He told himself, but only in his mind. Keith's hair just looked so soft..it wasn't weird was it? To touch another man's hair whilst he was sleeping?

Lance looked away from the other boy as he began to climb underneath the covers, pulling them over his lower half and taking small glances at Keith. He couldn't help but notice the way his dark hair draped gently over his pale face and spread out across the pillow graciously. He looked like a girl like that.. And the way the covers of the bed seemed to tightly wrap themselves around his curvy body, shaping out the dip in his midsection and rounding the curvature of his hips. The way his ears flushed at the tips and poked out just slightly behind his long, silky hair which lied across his skin delicately. God...why am I noticing these things? Why am I watching him sleep? I'm not into guys..or am I? I've never been before, so why would it make sense for me to now? Maybe it's because he looks like a girl like this... it's his own d*mn fault for being so pretty...Why doesn't he just cut his d*mn hair? Lance thought as he slowly came closer to Keith's sleeping body. He gently moved a strand of his black hair behind his ear and touched his soft cheek lightly. What is wrong with me? He questioned, pulling his hand away again. He felt hot suddenly as Keith made a small grunt before just slightly shifting where both of his hands were now on top of the pillow next to his head. Lance kept his eyes glued onto his slowly rising and falling breathing of his body. It was so quiet in the room that those small snores sounded more like a freit train.

Lance could no longer control himself physically. Hit body became hot all over, that heat especially rushing down to his lower half. He could practically feel the blood building up down there, causing his face to flush red at the thought that he was currently being turned on by another man, Keith, of all people. He kept glancing over at the sleeping beauty to make sure he stayed that way as his hands ventured underneath the sheets and slowly lifting the waistband of his boxers. Why am I doing this.. He asked himself, continuing to let his own hands crawl into his pants and do their thing. He bit his lip roughly, trying to calm himself in case he were to make any sound and wake Keith up. He looked over. He was still asleep. Good.

Lance's hand squeezed at his contents, rubbing in a vertical motion to create friction. He shut his eyes tightly and held his breath, small huffs escaping him every so often, whether it was from his mouth or his nose. He couldn't hold it in any longer, if he didn't make noise, it would drive him crazy.

"..Keith.." he whispered softly, in his mind imagining that same raven-haired boy gripping him and jerking him up and down the way he liked it. "Keith.." he whispered again, seeing the imagine in his head play the rythmic motion of the boy wrapping his lips around him and moving vertically. When Lance opened his eyes again, he'd realized Keith wasn't doing anything but sleeping, that wet feeling in his pants was out of sheer excitement. He didn't even realize he was sweating until his hand got tired of the motion it was set in. He stopped and lied back in the bed, looking over at Keith again and smiling softly. Though he had this thought that lingered in his mind the entire time...Do i really like boys? I can't help but think of him this way..I can't help but think of him doing things with me.. I want to kiss him, is that bad? Is it even right for me to love a man? It's not what I was taught growing up...I wasn't raised this way, yet it feels right somehow...

Lance found himself in the same position he'd been in the previous night, arms held tightly around Keith's body and his face nestling his hair like it was the last time he'd ever see him. Was he in love with Keith? And to think, it only seemed like yesterday we were at each other's throats threatening m*rder. Lance thought. I guess I do like him.. I shouldn't be too surprised...but i am... If I told him how I felt would he even want to date me after what happened to him? Oh my god-- Keith was raped... If there's anything I can do to help him, if I really love him, I can help him find that f*cking wh*re and get him arrested.. No one deserves to be treated the way he was.. How does it feel to be in that situation? Completely vulnerable and helples..no one around to prevent it from happening..His innocence was stripped from him..that's something he can never get back.. Lance looked up at Keith's face, his eyebrows upturned as if upset in his sleep. Lance ran his finger across his cheek to soothe him and balanced his hand on his waist gently.

"Lo siento, Kogane...no te merecias eso, no importa qué lo hisiste a eso hombre. Te lo juro nunca dejaré que eso te vuelva a pasar. Eso puto puta nunca te tocará de nuevo..."