Keith & Lance || klance au

We dug our own hole, it seems.

Not even waking up to the warm and pleasant surprise of having Lance's arms wrapped around him was enough to get him to ignore the pounding headache Keith was dealing with right now. He needed coffee.

For a moment he stared at his reflection from the mirror hanging by the door, his cheeks heat up at the sight. His collarbone was covered with love bites, his thighs had bruises - he quickly looked away, taking a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his drawer to get dressed and fetch some coffee for Lance and him.

A knock to the door made him stop from making his way to the kitchen. He frowned looking at the clock. It was too early yet, it couldn't be Pidge.

He hadn't expected to be met with Lance's parents standing in the doorway of his apartment, looking at him impatiently.

-

Lance awoke to the ruffling of his hair and gentle shaking of his shoulder.

"Hey, Lance... Lance, wake up."

"No, you come back here."

"Lance..." The boy chuckled after a failed attempt to grab Keith. "Your parents are here."

"What?" He immediately sat up, head pounding, eyes wide open.

"They're waiting at the door."

Mercedes and Marco looked bothered by the fact that their son was very evidently sporting the other lad's clothes, for he wasn't dressed in his usual colourful button-up and jeans, but rather a ragged sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

Lance rested against the graffiti stained door, "What do you want?"

Mercedes stared at him appalled, blinking a few times before letting out a sigh. "Okay, Lance. Okay. You win. Please come back home now."

"You'll get your deposit account, all of the money." She pressed when her son didn't reply.

He suddenly seemed interested, his features showered with realization at his parents' words.

"But no more provocations of any kind with that boy." Marco added, "Understood? So get your stuff."

"Uh... yeah, okay. But I'm still going to go to work today. It's only fair that I give them a heads up so they can find a new replacement."

"Okay, fine. You're right, it's only fair." Mercedes sighed, "But this..." She gestured towards Keith standing a few feet away from Lance, subtly attentive to their conversation. "This is over. Tell me that this is over, Lance."

It took him a few minutes to respond, but he eventually nodded. "It's over."

"Fine."

"Well then..."

His parents took one more look at the place before walking away, Lance closing the door behind him and letting out a deep breath. He stood there for a few seconds, motionless. Then finally made his way to the kitchen and sat in front of Keith who already munched off a bowl of cereal. He didn't look up.

Lance took out his cellphone and proceeded to make Keith the transference of €25,000 he had promised from the start.

"I just deposited the money to your account."

Keith simply nodded in acknowledgment.

Lance cleared his throat and shifted on his seat. "Keith... are you sure that you don't want to just invest the money on your career?"

Keith snickered, "Is that supposed to be your final piece of charity?"

Lance sat speechless, taken aback.