Keith & Lance || klance au

Some things come back around and bite you in the ass.

In Shiro's eyes, every punch thrown by Keith towards the heavy bag was sloppy and lacking greatly of technique. 

One thud, three thuds, a grunt and one more thud.

"Really, Keith. This won't do." 

Keith looked up at Shiro while pacing on his feet, then tried to focus again on the punching bag delivering one more blow before the man stopped him. 

"This isn't working," Shiro shook his head. "You're my boy. You think I'm gonna send you off to the ring like this? You're gonna get your ass kicked." 

"It's all good." 

Shiro stopped him again, "No, it's not. Presley wasn't a boxer, wanna know why? When the heart beats fast, the fist moves slow. There's no space for love in the ring, Keith. Snap out of it." 

"Keith!" Kaz walked up to his grandson with a proud smile on his face while Shiro backed into his office once again, leaving the boy fuming in front of the heavy bag. 

"I'm an internet star!"

"I don't give a fuck, man." 

"I have a contract on the internet," Kaz followed Keith around the gym until the boy stopped in front of his locker, taking his gloves off. "- I mean, with the internet. And a label. So they opened an account for me." 

Keith watched intently. 

"I have €30,000 in it. Do you know what that means?"

-

He'd been waiting outside of the McClain household for about ten minutes now with no sign of Lance. He'd seen his text message, Keith was sure of it. 

It took Lance around another five minutes to walk out the door and walk over to where Keith stood, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting expectantly. 

Keith held out a yellow envelope towards Lance, "Here's your money back. I won't be needing it for the fight, my grandpa's sponsoring me." 

"That's your money, Keith." 

"I don't want your damn money!" He spat. 

"Hey," Lance laughed nervously, "There's no reason to yell at me like that. I was always honest with you -"

Keith barked out a laugh. "Honest with me, really?"

Now it was Lance's turn to raise his voice.

"Did you forget that it was you who wanted to fleece me? Not the other way around!"

"Fuck, yes! Because losing a few thousand would've killed you!"

Lance scoffed, "So now I'm a terrible person for giving you money to help me, but it's perfectly okay for you to hurt my feelings -" 

The silence was piercing for a few seconds. 

"Hurt your feelings?" Keith broke it along with a vehement laugh. "That's fucking hilarious, what feelings are you talking about, Mr. billionaire?"