Violet Nights

Chapter 44

NSFW WARNING

Sunday, 11:00pm--

Keith and Lance had been kissing for what seemed like hours. It was to the point into the act where Keith began to feel his lips hurting and his jaw aching. He didn't want to stop..but if he didn't, Lance would make his face sore for days.

He could feel one of Lance's larger hands on his hip, lightly holding it, while the other gripped at his hair just on the nape of his neck. His taste was so distinct and colorful in its own way... He could tell that this boy knew what he was doing and was proud of it. The way his lips moved across the other male's was so captivating and almost hypnotizing; Keith could practically feel himself going under the influence of this boy's trance...

That was... until his thought and swirling emotions were abruptly interrupted.

Lance had suddenly pulled away and slowly removed his hands from Keith's body. Keith looked up at him, waitng for him to say something but he never did. In fact, he wasn't even looking at him; he was staring down at Keith's knees-- or the bench they were sitting on; he didn't know which. He thought about asking him what was wrong, but he didn't get a chance to before Lance stood up and began to walk back into the house. Keith stood as well, out of sheer confusion, and grabbed his wrist to prevent him from leaving without an explanation or some kind of excuse. Even something like 'I have to pee' would be a better response to this situation than walking away without a word.

The second Keith's hand made contact with Lance's skin, the tanner boy yanked it away aggressively and shifted in his direction, his eyes dark and negative. What was he so angry about? From what Keith remembered, he hadn't said anything wrong or done anything to tick him off in any particular way. Not but two seconds ago, he'd seemed to have been enjoying himself with his lips all over Keith's.

"What are you doing?? You're just gonna walk away?" Keith asked with a concerned expression, grabbing Lance's wrist again and refusing to let go of it no matter how hard he resisted. Lance's eyes bared into Keith in frustration and yanked him to the side, attempting to loosen himself from the boy's grip but concluded unsuccessfully.

"What do you mean? I'm leaving." He stated in anger, clenching his fists by his sides to emphasize that.

"Why? Are you okay?" Keith asked, completely oblivious to why Lance didn't want to stay any longer.

"Why? Are you seriously asking me why? You know why."

"I don't! What did I do?"

"You took advantage of me, that's what you did?"

"What are you talking about, Lance?? I would never take advantage of you and you know that"

"Then what was that??" Lance shouted, grabbing Keith by the collar of his jacket and yanking him forward. "I know you were just trying to get it on because you knew that I was a little drunk and 'wouldn't mind.' It's what you do to every guy you think is hot right?"

"W-what? No, Lance I-"

"Don't you start that submissive, innocent bullshit with me. I know how you are. Ever since that night in the hotel room you've just been itching for it. You think I'm blind, but i can see it and I'm not fucking falling for it, you hear me?"
"Lance!! Shut up for one fucking second so that I can fucking say something!" Keith shouted, tugging Lance's hands from his jacket and tossing them to his sides. He grabbed Lance's face and looked into his eyes, narrowing his own and making sure he was focusing directly on his face and nothing else.

"Listen, Lance. I did not take advantage of you because you were drunk. You started kissing me and I didn't want to stop you because I thought you wanted to. I went with the flow and gave you what you wanted. Is that as bad as you think it is? Or do you still think I was just taking an opportunity?"