Stone Cold

T h i r t y

Lotor knocked on the door and was about to invite himself in since there was no Chloe racing to throw the door open, or Dani insulting him before letting him in, or a Milo running to the door then running back to the couch just to make Dani mad when she was on her feet already.

But the door opened showing a Maria in only a towel and wet hair that seemed like she was towel drying before.

"Oh you again," she recognized Lotor from the morning before.

"Is lance awake?" Lotor asked. "Or at work?"

"No the bastard took my kids to who knows were, I swear I'm going to call the police for kidnapping-" "that's not necessary ma'am," Lotor rolled his eyes.

"Why do you need lance anyways? I thought you were just his one night stand, I didn't know my boy was into sucking dick anyways," Maria scoffed as she left the door open and walked away.

Lotor forced himself to stay civil as he felt annoyance twitch in him, made sense why lance was so secretive about his sexuality, if his mother is like this about it then imagine the strangers on the south side knowing.

"Lance and I's relationship isn't your business, I just wanted to see where my bloody boyfriend is," Lotor hissed at her as he crossed his arms.

"Boyfriend? Ha, that kid couldn't handle a relationship, makes sense why he only fucked around, my boy is a ladies man, he won't just love a man," Maria avoided the question. Like she was stalling.

"Again, none of your business," Lotor growled.

"So you know then? He's probably only using you for that job," Maria giggled leaning against the counter in the kitchen as she held the towel around her chest a little more.

"He's not working for me, trust me he's not using me for money, I know that much of him," Lotor snorted shaking his head.

"Are you sure? Why else would lance be gay?" Maria cooed. "Have you ever laid with a woman?" Walked over as her hand slid over Lotors bicep.

"I mean a real woman?" She bit her lips looking up at him.

"He is bi, I am gay, i will never be interested in a whore like you," Lotor grabbed her wrist before she could continue trying to seduce him.

"Bi? You shitting me? That fucking kid never can make up his mind, aren't you worried he'll go back for girls?" Maria laughed backing away.

"Are you worried your son has met a better man that'll treat him right? Seems to be the only reason you keep pressing the topic more," Lotor smirked back down at her as Maria didn't seem scared.

"I respect his sexuality, and he is more of a man than you give him credit for," Lotor huffed straightening his tie.

"You call him a man? He's still a boy," Maria snorted.

"He acts more of an adult than you do," Lotor shot.

"It's an act! He's only seventeen, he doesn't even know how to vote!" Maria laughed throwing her hands in the air.

He's only sevente... Lotor didn't show the confusion on his face as he backed away.

"I'm done with your pathetic argument," Lotor growled as he walked out of the house.

He heard a door closed from the side and saw lance leaving another home but noticed it was Alluras home. Seventeen? Lance should be in high school. He doesn't even act like a teenager, young 20's would be more believable. But seventeen?

"Lotor?" Lance seemed to get excited seeing him and Lotors heart sank.

"Your seventeen?" He spat before he could stop himself.

Lotor hated seeing the look in Lances eyes when Lotor confronted him. Pure horror of the truth settling in. It was true. Otherwise lance wouldn't look like he's been caught for murder.

"I-I who..." lance was lost for words.

"We're you ever going to tell me?" Lotor couldn't stop his anger getting the best of him. He couldn't help it, he felt betrayed, he was lied too. And lance wasn't even the one that told him. His bloody mother was.

"Yes!" Lance cried out. "Course I was going to tell you!"

"Has it been a lie the whole time? Is sanchez even your last name on a god damn fake ID?" Lotor snarled.

"No-no it's not but Lotor I didn't mean to lie to you, I've wanted too but-but..." lance shut down as he looked away from Lotor.

"Look at me," Lotor grabbed his chin.

"Don't fucking touch me like that," lance slapped his hand away.

They stared at each other for awhile as neither of them knew what to say.

"I'm sorry," lance let out a shaky breath. "I get it if you hate me, but I thought I could hold out a little longer when I turn eighteen in two months,"

"I wasn't even legally allowed in that club in the first place, and that's on me," he crossed his arms keeping his eyes down.

"I gotta go to work," lance sighed as he passed Lotor without the older man saying anything and let him go.

Lotor was in shock as he looked behind him as lance was walking with his hands in his pockets and didn't dare look back. Maybe he knew Lotor was watching him, and couldn't stand looking into his eyes. Maybe Lotor wished lance did, look at him so he could see if lance was on the verge of tears or if he was completely okay.

But lance didn't look as he instead had tears rolling down his face and jaw clenched shut. Everyone leaves, and it's always his fault.

So when lance was far enough away he wiped his tears, ignored the feeling in his heart, lit a cigarette to her his shit together, and kept walking to work. Keep your shit together McClain.