The Half of It

Chapter Nine

After Keith had rushed Lance inside and ordered him with to throw something on before he urged him back to bed, Keith had murmured a couple of incoherent words on Latin into Lance's pillow quietly, causing the tan boy to nod off within a second. The demon lingered near his bedside for the next couple of moments, observing Lance's sleeping expression that deep in a slumber looked relaxed. Keith carefully made a move to step outside again, as he remained there until the first tinges of sunrise.

The fresh waves of the morning breeze winged across Lance's warm and sleeping face, jolting him awake within a second, causing him to snap his eyes open with an anxious force. When his view had cleared up properly for him to discern the patterns of objects in his room bathed in the morning gold, his gaze almost instantly fluttered to the floor or rather the spot next to his bed where Keith was supposed to be, but he wasn't. 

The unpredictable situation made him wake up quicker than usual, as Lance drowsily scanned each corner of his room with a lot of attention, but he momentarily flinched when he felt flicking against his forehead and he instantly jumped back against the wall, withdrawing with the covers clutched at his chests.

''Huh, so this works.'' A familiar voice mused within the proximity, but Lance couldn't quite discern the direction it derived from. Judging from the vigor the voice carried upon scaring the hell out of Lance, it didn't take long for the tan boy to let his shoulders slump, acknowledging its owner.

''You have two seconds to apologize before I get my hands on you,'' Lance commanded with a soft morning growl.

''Feisty. I like it.'' Keith cooed from the same undetected distance and Lance's eyes kept anxiously fluttering throughout the room. ''I could be on top of you, for all you know.''

Lance stilled. ''Seems like you're eager to get there.'' 

Keith chuckled. ''Well, it's not impossible-'' 

Lance hastily ripped the cover off his body and threw it into space before him, and it fell over the outlines of Keith's body, revealing where the demon was positioned. 

The tan boy launched himself forward straight onto the hidden figure, crashing onto Keith with his full weight. Lance managed to knock them both down as he clutched the cover so tightly that Keith couldn't escape. He was straddling the clothed figure and he exclaimed triumphantly. ''Yeah, no. I got to the top, so I win.''

Keith jabbed Lance with his knee straight into the crotch, causing Lance to yelp in the rush of agonizingly dull pain that spread throughout his lower body in a form of the paralysis, forcing the tan boy out of his balance. Keith reacted rapidly, maneuvering their bodies so that he was the one topping Lance as the cover from his shadow form slid off him and fell to the floor.

The demon felt a ball of pity swell inside of his chests upon seeing Lance wincing in pain beneath him. He instinctively moved upwards to get off the boy's body, but his palm which was positioned near Lance's head got twisted in a wrong angle, causing his knee to surge forward and unwillingly collide with Lance's crotch one more time. However, instead of an excruciating shriek, Lance released a throaty moan, shocking both himself and the demon who was hovering over his body completely petrified.

At first, neither of them moved and Lance's pained breathing morphed into short and quick pants, his face acquiring the radiant nuance of crimson. It was needless to point out that Keith was close to combustion, feeling whatever the boy was feeling trough the chain with his knee still firmly pressed against Lance's sensitive part, and he wasn't smart about what to do next.

''Keith,'' Lance huffed, forcing his lips into a tight line, ''Get the fuck off. I have to get ready for school.'' He mumbled, and Keith wasn't sure why he was feeling as if that was not what the boy really wanted. What's more, he found himself obeying, completely puzzled with the suggestive situation. The demon remained on the floor, kneeling near the cover while he observed Lance move across the room with a dose of panic.

Keith wasn't sure what to do, as he didn't have an intention to lead them to such a compromising position, and he wrecked his mind whether was his place now to apologize first or was it Lance's. The tan boy was the initiator of the whole invisible-wrestle play, and he came to no answer. But before he was able to try out the new approach when it came to analyzing roles in the moral code of mundanes, Lance somehow felt where Keith was, and he huffed again with a hand resting on his hip authoritatively. ''I need to take a shower.''

''Want me to hold the door for you?''

''No.''

''But I have to come along, so it's inevitable I get to do something.''

''I know, shut up. I'm trying to think. Come on now, let's go.''

''I thought you were going to think.''

''I'll think on my way to the bathroom.''

When Lance entered the bathroom, Keith had to follow in and they had to lock the door in case Lance's family returned. 

''Turn around.''

''You won't know if I don't.''

''Keith, we have no time for this.'' Lance huffed, lifting the hem of his shirt upward. ''We need to get going as soon as possible. I don't want to be late.''

''Whatever, just get it over with.'' Keith dismissed him, turning around to give Lance some privacy. His fortitude lasted until he heard Lance's underwear hit the ground and he found himself mechanically rotating to face the boy. 

Lance was standing stark naked in his full exotic glory, with almond-toned chests, slim long legs, and conspicuous shoulders.  

Keith worried his lip when his gaze dropped to Lance's erect member. He was suddenly thinking about how he could take Lance right there on the spot.

The boy glanced over his shoulder, turned back and stepped into the shower. He drew the curtain and allowed his water to adjust while he was soaping his body. His body would flinch whenever he would rub on a certain spot, and whatever the boy was doing behind the curtain sent it straight through the chain to the demon. 

Keith gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away. They didn't have time for this, and after a couple of minutes, Lance stepped out of the shower, put the clothes on and urged Keith to be on his tail.  

The good thing about the shadow form was that no one could see the bulge in Keith's pants which the tan boy would have to compensate for later. The demon won't forget.

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''How about we have the lunch at my house? I want you to meet my brother.''