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Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, and repeat. It was a never-ending cycle. But it was a fine cycle for Lance and it fit Lotor's schedule too. Why change something good when it fits something so messy?
"Babe, I'm home," Lance speaks to an empty atmosphere. He repeats himself, "I saw the Honda outside so unless you're planning something romantic, please answer me."
Lotor flares the door wide open, causing the thin walls to shudder. Lance could already tell he was in a bad mood by the sounds of his groans. "Can you please not fucking yell so loud? I'm trying to sleep with this massive migraine and you're making it worse." It was just his luck. All Lance wished to do was come home to a quiet dinner and crash onto his rugged couch while watching his favorite novela. He deserved it. After trying to put 10 kids to sleep and putting 3 kids in the naughty corner, he deserved some style of self-care treatment.
"I don't want to fight. I had to deal with Brian sticking gum into Alex's hair today and I'm praying to God her mom doesn't notice I cut two inches of her hair off."
However, Lotor didn't care. He spoke harshly toward Lance to heat up his dinner while he tried to soothe his head with four aspirins and a glass of water. Lance sighed, angling himself down to look inside the fridge for any cooked meat and red rice he could drop onto his plate. The Cuban began to imagine a life where he had enough money to run freely. Away from everyone and everything. Responsibilities and worries.
Would he even need Lotor? With the boy's looks, he was sure he could find another partner quickly, and if things got tough, his hidden mini alcohol bottles in his cabinet would surely release him from his suffering.
'But should I? Should I leave? 5 years of my life doesn't... matter that much. I think.'
'Wait, will Lotor be the end? Wait a minute, will I be marrying Lotor? Holy fuck- Is this the man I was destined for?'
'If that's the case, money's the only thing that matters in marriages. That's what Veronica said at least. What if he wanted kids? I don't even make enough to support myself.'
'For fuck sake, I don't even know why I'm second-guessing myself, I need Lotor. Lotor needs me, he said it himself. Lotor needs... what the fuck is that?'
There was a soft pinkish shine glimmering underneath the dark beat-up couch. The tall male walked away from the open fridge and slowly bent down to pick up a small Victoria's Secret perfume bottle on the floor. Lance gripped the used bottle and interrogated Lotor loudly. "Babe. What is this?" He turned rapidly as his eyes darted straight at the dark-grown man.
Lotor stood in shock, fidgeting his movements to try and explain the strange item in their home. "That's a present. For my mother. You don't remember? I-it's her birthday this month."
It was insane, the amount of fury Lance had in his system was insane. He mushed his lips tightly, his mind fuming with the idea of massacring him. "What a half-assed answer", he muttered, "It's used. Unpackaged. The cap's not even on- who was here Lotor."
The black-haired man was out of excuses. His staggering mind paused as he snapped, "Why are you interrogating me?! Who the fuck would even leave their perfume in someone's house?! Do you not trust me? After all the things we've gone through-", Lance rolled his eyes, laughing sarcastically as he reminded him of similar past experiences that have occurred.
In pure anger, he clutched the bottle and threw it past his boyfriend's arm, shattering it onto the white wall. The glass broke and fell splat along with the liquid that was left. The stain on the wall was going to linger there forever, haunting him with every glance he'd take; Lance instantly regretted doing that.
Lotor's voice became louder and louder as the motions of Lance's hands were going higher and higher. "I've done so much for you and it seems like it's a never-ending thing with this relationship." Lance quickly grabbed his coat and keys and sped walked out the door, "Esta Bien. Vaya Joder con tus prostitutas. Let's see how long they can put up with your shit."
The young boy slammed the door and stomped his way downstairs in tears. He was chasing his truck so quickly, his mind couldn't think of anywhere to go.
'I can't go with Pidge or Hunk. They'll just say I told you so'
'Can't go with family either after all that's happened. Might as well wander around town and figure it out on the drive. '
Lance parked his car in an empty parking lot and shuffled inside a dingy-looking bar. Though despite how dusty it stood from the outside, the interior inside was entirely different. The bar appeared to be kept up with its maintenance as it was colored with such creative colors.
"Hey there. What can I getcha?" The male was greeted by a tall handsome Asian male rocking an awful haircut. "Oh um. Two shots of Patron please" The tall bartender nodded his head and laid the shot glasses in a straight line. Lance noticed an extra shot, puzzled by the tender, he smiled, "On the house"
The brunette smiled and cheered at the mysterious man. Creating conversation, the bartender laid his towel over his shoulder as he leaned over the bar counter, "It's pretty late to be going inside a bar all alone. Anything bothering you?"
"What isn't? I love my job but I hate the salary, I live in a home where I feel ignored, and my boyfriend of 5 years has been cheating on me and I've known for months. Why am I still with him? Because I love him and I know things will change because he loves me too much to lose me."
"And if you don't mind me asking, how are you so sure that things'll change?"
Lance twitched his head as he hummed assuringly. "Well. One, I know he's capable of fixing things, he just needs to be taught to not fuck around with me. Two, he supports my needs even if they haven't been... fully met for some time. Which is fine, relationships get like that. But most importantly, I'm not a quitter. I refuse to believe this relationship can't work out. Yea, he maybe has been cheating longer than I expected him to but he can change! He just needs to learn how."
The tall man stood there, listening to Lance vent. Intrigued by the situation, he tried consoling the desperate drunk by offering some advice. One that he learned himself. "When people cheat, they run through the entire plan in their head to see if it works out. Don't you think he would've come out to you and admitted his faults from the very beginning? If this has been going on for longer than a month, I don't think your partner of yours is looking for a way out" After the male finished, Lance grimaced at his shot glass as he sat in despair.
He realized what this man had said was right, but he refused to admit it. That would make him look stupid and naive like his friends and family dub him to be. The sad Latin gulped down the tequila in a hurry and quickly attempted to defend his boyfriend's honor.
"Listen, I've known him for years, he's a good man and he loves me. He's been unfaithful, but literally, it can happen to anyone. People can change. He's got a really nice dick too! You think you know everything, huh? Mr..."
"Keith."
"...you got a really dumb name." Keith chuckled and collected the shot glasses from Lance's section. "Wow, your tolerance is low."
"I drank before I came. I'm smart, I'm saving money."
The Korean smirked as he played along with his shenanigans "You sure are." He grabbed himself a beer and strolled over to the bar stools to join the brunette. It was 30 minutes before closing time which would be around the time he'd start cleaning up, though, there was just something about Lance that the older male found so fascinating.
The Korean continued, "I'm just saying, you deserve better. You're an attractive loyal guy, you could easily snatch someone else with a better personality. They also might be bigger, you never know." He kidded
Yet, to Lance that didn't sound like a joke. And oddly, he hoped it wasn't.
The more the Cuban stared, the more his interest grew. The built man was extremely good-looking and super charismatic, it wasn't cheating if it was a small flirtatious exchange like this. Even so, Lance wanted to continue this specific conversation. He wanted to test how further this joke of theirs would proceed, "What if they don't know how I like it?"
Keith eyed alluringly, "They'd be happy to learn."
'Shit.'
His breathing began to fasten, his mind was fired up in ways he couldn't describe. Even after being in multiple relationships, his heart began to thump as if he was a virgin again. It felt so fucking exciting. For the first time in his relationship, Lance questioned himself, would it be so wrong to take it to Lotor's point of view for once?
Lance eyed Keith up and down, he had made his decision. He slowly reached in for a kiss, but Keith gently pushed him off, "Wait. We- I can't. As much as I want to, I can't ignore the fact that you're in a relationship" The brunette groaned, "And yet he's cheating. Come on... I haven't been this excited in a really... really long time..."
The mullet man admired the Cuban's eyes while cherishing his soft cheek, "What a coincidence, me too." Keith brought Lance's lips up to his and bit on his lower lip. The younger male quickly gazed his mouth open and felt the mess of liquor on his tongue.
The babysitter drove his fingers on top of Keith's pants to twiddle with his area above the thick surface. It rose immediately.
Keith moved his hands under Lance's bottom and picked him up gently. He carried him into the employees-only room, which was furnished with a few tables and a sleeper sofa against the wall. He threw the tan-skinned male onto the couch and roughly took his shirt off. The mood was aggressive, passionate, and filled with cravings that Lance had such a desire for.
The desire controlled his fingertips, as he unbuttoned Keith's shirt with his quivering hands. He then took his own pants off and yanked the Asian onto him.
The Asian began to suck on the younger boy's neck and trailed it off to his tanned nipples. He nibbled on them, relishing the soft pants coming out of Lance's mouth.
Although, the brunette began to question his lack of remorse for his actions. What if Keith was exactly like Lotor but was showing up a front?
But Lance paused. No way he was going to question this.
'I'm sure no thought ran into his head when he did the exact same thing. Fuck. Him. This is just the beginning.'
With that thought in mind, Lance tugged onto Keith's pants with his foot and began to play footsies with his erection. Keith rolled his head and groaned as he leveled Lance's feet down onto the sofa roughly. The bartender stretched open the Cuban boy's legs and began to play with his tint while he applied the lotion.
Lance caught the male stalling to pleasure the young Cuban, rather than himself. He wanted Lance to feel good. The thought of having someone else care for him and treat him as a delegate prince was the nicest thing anyone had done for him in a long time. It warmed the boy's soul, causing his brown cheeks to flare up red.
The Korean reached for his wallet and ripped open a condom. He slid it on and began to slowly enter. Lance peaked as he noticed the bartender's incredible size, "Holy shit, that's big." Keith bit his lower lip and gently began to apply pressure onto his entrance.
Once he entered Lance, Keith gradually began to thrust, his penis rubbing upon his prostate. Lance whimpered, his mouth gasping as his insides began to sensitize towards every movement the man gave him.
As a result, Lance quickly covered his mouth with a trembling hand to suppress any moans coming out of his mouth. Keith quickly caught on and bent down to peck his knuckles, "Nobody's here... it's okay". The blows and silent whines of Keith started to make Lance's head so hectic, he began turning his position onto his left side, tightening Keith's erection.
Keith's groan echoed throughout the room. He repositioned his back to fit Lance's leg onto his shoulder and stroked harder as if his life depended on it.
Lance's hand gripped the side of the cushion and wailed the older man's name multiple times. As the pleasure heighten, the aggressive top reached over to the boy's sensitive erection and began to stroke it, matching their pace. The pressure of his momentum craved in Lance and slowly, both orgasmed into the silent room.
The cum sprayed around Lance's chin and chest. Keith pulled himself out and bent down to lick what was there. Lance's face instantly became flushed; he pushed his face away, "You're too much."
The tall male smiled, "You're sweet. It's weird". He grabbed a tissue and began to clean after Lance including his privates. The boy felt like a toddler, being cleaned up after his mess. It made his chest flutter with butterflies, his heartbeat being the loudest drum in the room.
Keith glimpsed up at him and kindly smiled. It was a smile that give a sense of security and assurance. He was caring and gentle, with a rough side. Lance couldn't stop glowing pink; the faded moaning stuck in his head and the faint grin he received seconds ago. Not too long after, he fell asleep on the soft couch. It made him happy to end a horrible day in such a good way.
He fucking cheated. Lance actually cheated.
He remembered everything. Every move he received and every word he screamed. Lance now knew how Lotor felt on a daily basis. There was no way in reversing what he had just accomplished, the actions were done.
Lance finally felt loved. Lance finally orgasmed. He finally came without having to go to the bathroom to jerk himself off. Lance's feelings were finally returned and most importantly, he wouldn't have to see this guy ever again. Maybe in his lifetime! Even if the thought hurt him.
As the morning shined, Keith's eyes began to slowly open, yawning as he stretched his neck. He shifted his head to turn to Lance, his gracious violet eyes were the brightest thing Lance saw in the morning, "Hey pretty boy. Glad you're still here."
He wanted to say good morning, Lance wanted to compliment on the soft lips Keith owned, and how beautiful his eyes glowed, but all that seemed to foam in his mouth were,
"Ahh. Fuck."