The Grinning Blue Barista Part 2 (modern Shance au)
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After an hour or two of acting like a complete baby about his crush, Shiro decided it was time to make dinner. Keith would be home soon and would definitely wonder why Shiro was blushing into his pillow.
Looking into the fridge, Shiro decided on brown curry and rice, thinking it might help Keith feel at home in his new surroundings, it had been his mother's specialty. Shiro could remember learning to make it from his mom alongside his sister. She ended up being the better cook of the two.
Shiro was just about finished when Keith walked through the door, sporting his usual scowl.
"Had a good look around the neighborhood and school?" Shiro flashed a smile at the young man.
Of course, all he got from him was a shrug. He sighed, plating their food.
"Eat up." He placed the plate, filled to the brim with curry and rice, in front of Keith. As they ate in silence, Shiro thought he saw a small smile on Keith's face, but it was gone a moment later.
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Lance skipped down the sidewalk, excited to be going home after his shift. He loved working there, but was still always relieved to get home after working all day.
He opened the door to his apartment and collapsed onto the couch. It was soft from so many years of use, and he sunk into it, closing his eyes.
He awoke with a start. Had he fallen asleep? There was someone knocking at the door. He dragged himself off of the couch to open the door.
There stood Lotor, his boyfriend. They didn't live together, but Lotor did visit often. Right now, he stood outside of the door, eyes closed and lip puckered for a kiss. Lance giggled and kissed his boyfriend.
"Babe, you have a key. You know you don't have to knock, right?"
"Of course, Kitten. I knocked just to make sure you were home already."
It always amazed Lance how considerate Lotor could be. His sky blue eyes would crinkle at the edges when he flashed his white teeth in a smile, giving him a gentle, friendly aura. His tanned skin was flawless, his long bleached hair made him look like an angel. Not an angel like a nice person, an actual angel. He was beautiful, even taller than Lance and with lean muscles. Damn, he was sexy. Lance bit his lip and blushed.
Lotor put his arms around Lance and picked him up, carrying him into his own apartment.
"Wanna make dinner together?"
Lance nodded, his smile growing.
They started on dinner, deciding to make pasta, since it wasn't difficult to make, and they both liked it. After they'd made it, they sat down at the table to eat together. Lance talked about his day at work, while Lotor calmly listened.
"And I finally remembered to bring my jacket home with me. Hunk reminded me just as I was leaving, I would've forgotten it AGAIN." Lance laughed at his story, unaware of Lotor pausing his eating and scowling.
"The fat guy, again? I thought I told you I didn't like him? C'mon, Love, you'll make me jealous." Lotor seethed, the last part thick with sarcasm.
Lance stopped laughing immediately, turning red with anger.
"And I thought I told you not to be rude to or about him. He's my friend, I wish you could get along."
"Oh, I see. So now my opinion doesn't matter at all. Maybe he should be your boyfriend if he's more important than me."
Lance sighed. How could Lotor be so petty and jealous when just 20 minutes ago he'd been so kind? Lotor had always been like this, but it wasn't really a big deal. Lance could handle himself in an argument, thanks to him having so many older siblings.
"Well, excuse me if I want to have not only a boyfriend, whom I love, but also some friends. You don't own me, Lotor, I can choose my own friends."
Lotor suddenly loomed over Lance, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to his room. Once there, Lotor threw Lance to the floor in the corner and started pacing the room. He often paced to let off steam, running his hands through his hair.
Lance rubbed his wrist, it was definitely going to bruise. Lotor suddenly notice Lance staring at him while rubbing his wrist, and seemed to become annoyed.
"So, what? Now I'm a bad guy? I'm the big, bad wolf because I have emotions? Don't antagonize me! Why do you always do this?!"
Lotor was yelling now, Lance hoped no one would complain about the noise.
"Not going to say anything? God, you're such a disappointment." Lotor let out a breath, suddenly calm. He looked down at Lance and seemed to notice Lance's wrist. "I'm sorry, kitten, let me see it."
Lance held out his arm. Lotor examined the wrist before kissing it and helping Lance up off of the floor.
"I'm sorry, Lance. I sometimes lose my temper. Forgive me?"
"Of course, Babe." And Lance did, he always did.
