Lance groaned and laid immobile on his bed. His morning clock had woken him up but he wanted nothing more but to go to bed. His eyes cracked open, for a moment he couldn't remember what he did last night that had him so exhausted.

"Oh yeah," He mumbled into the pillow. A tired smile found its place on Lance's face as he remembered his almost all-nighter with Keith the previous night. They had been messaging each other for a few weeks and had already fallen into a routine.

His hand searched underneath his pillow until he found the rectangle that was his phone. He slipped the phone out and propped his chin on his pillow so that he could actually see the screen. He opened up his phone and loaded up snapshat. When the camera popped up he took a picture of his messy bed head and forehead, there was just enough light to be seen.

[Lancing King: It's morning and I want to be back in bed]

After he captioned the picture he sent it to Keith. He yawned and rolled so that he was lying on his back. He rubbed the top of his hair.

"I need a haircut." He mumbled, he checked his twitter and replied to his group chats. His phone buzzed with a notification, he pulled it down and smiled. He clicked on the notification, it took him to Snapchat. "Little early for him to be up." Lance yawned.

The snapshot opened and he was blessed with a breathtaking photo of Keith. It was just his face but the sun was behind him and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He didn't look like he was trying to take a decent photo, the camera angle was in an awkward potion.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Good morning. I like your hair.]

Lance smiled and resisted screenshotting. He sent another picture aimed just at his hair this time.

[Lancing King: I like your everything. 2 questions, why are you so hot in the morning. And why are you up so early.]

Keith sent him a picture in return. It was evident he was blushing and his eyes weren't looking at the camera.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: I had a photo shoot, and I'm not hot. It's just warm out.]

Lance rolled his eyes and sent a picture of just his forehead.

[Lancing King: Shut up you're the hottest person I've ever talked to. And what type of photoshoot.]

Keith sent a picture of a rock, it looked like it was on sand.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Guess]

Lance thought for a moment, he rolled out of his bed and fell to the floor. On certain days it was just the best way to wake himself up. He crawled up and grabbed the curtain string, he adjusted it so that more light shone in the room. He took a picture of him squinting in the sun.

[Lancing King: Well I can already guess that you're going to look amazing, and there's sand. SO surfer dude?]

Keith's picture back was him with more hair on his face. It looked intentionally messy but it still looked like just a model posing.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Actually no. It was a really interesting shoot...It's a little embarrassing. Check my Instagram.]

Lance smiled and took a picture of just his nose.

[Lancing King: Is that shameless self-promo I see???]

Keith sent a picture of him rolling his eyes, he looked like he snapped it just before he smiled.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: shut up, and your nose looks very nice. Snap me back when you see it.]

Lance left Keith on read and exited the app. He went on Instagram, there was already a notification that the person he followed posted a few new pictures. He went to Keith's profile and scrolled downward.

There were six pictures, Lance's jaw dropped and his inside restricted. He leaned against the wall and scrolled between them repeatedly. It was a gender swap of a traditional beach day. The model he was posing with was a girl, her hair was pinned up and she was wearing a pair of swimming trunks and no bra or shirt. In the picture of her with Keith, she had her chest either covered by her hand or, contorted her body in a way were her breasts weren't visible. She had no makeup on and in every photo, she looked overly relaxed and gorgeous. But to Lance's eyes, Keith stole the show.

Keith was in a female bathing suit, it wasn't a bikini but it definitely showed enough skin. It looked like a modernized 1940s female swimming suit, it had a piece of polka dotted cloth around his upper chest with thin spaghetti straps holding it up. His midsection was exposed and his bottoms were shaped like underwear but the top of it rose up to where his hips where. His hair was brushed and crimped in a way that turned his semi-mullet into a mop of straightened hair surrounding his face. There was even makeup on him, feminizing him more.

For the first time Lance fully appreciated the art that was modeling, even if the female wasn't his favorite in the picture, her modeling technique was beautiful. In almost every shot she pulled off the masculine look, always positioning her body in a way that hid her chest, and the curves that feminized her.

Keith's work took Lance's breath away and only made his feelings towards Keith stronger. Keith had managed the pull off the feminine look in every shot. There were more small smile's in this shoot then he had seen in any of Keith's works. Even Keith's chest was never a problem, his chest piece wasn't stuffed but the angle that Keith put his body in always pulled off the flat-chested look.

Lance favorite picture was the second to last. There was an upright surfboard and the female model had one arm leaning against it. She had her leg crossed and was leaning over Keith. Keith was sitting next to the surfboard, he had a small adorable smile and his head was tilted. He looked genuinely happy and even a little flirty. It was clear that the photographer wanted past the scene off as flirting. Lance saved the picture to his phone and replied to Keith with a picture of him pretending to cry.

[Lancing King: In case I haven't made it clear. YOU ARE F U C K I NG HOT. If you don't know that by now, I will remind you every day. Honestly wtf I was just slapped by your face and I'm saying thank you. You are honestly the best model that I will ever know, please marry me?]

Keith sent a picture of himself he was smiling and the spaces around his eyes were read.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: I'm not attractive but thank you. And of course, I will marry you, especially after practically serenading me every day.]

Lance sent a picture of his feet.

[Lancing King: You and that model have amazing chemistry are you two...]

Lance genuinely hoped that Keith wasn't involved with her. As selfish as an over the internet relationship would be, he knew he'd be disappointed if Keith ever moved on from him.

Keith scent of a blurry picture of a man with a white streak. He was far away and was talking to another person while holding a camera.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: I'm gay]

Lance blinked a few times at the snap, he felt a wide smile growing on his face. He was sent another snap before he could reply.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Sorry that was sudden I just, Idk I've been struggling with if I am or not for a while. So I wanted to tell you that I'm 95% sure I'm gay]

Lance smiled wide and took a picture of himself playfully sticking out his tongue.

[Lancing King: What's the other 5%]

Keith's picture was blurry and quickly taken.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: I've never dated anyone so I don't know[

Lance went right to the Snapchat DM's, he was a bisexual on a mission now.

[Lancing King: How did a cutie like you get away with no relationships?]

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Having social anxiety helps]

[Lancing King: I mean yeah definitely, buuuut I think I have a solution to your 95% problem]

[Kute Keith Kocaine: You do?]

[Lancing King: Yes, it's called me. Now hold on a second before you're like blah blah internet relationships aren't as good as real ones. I'm just putting it out there that we've been messaging none stop for over a month. You already know I'm not a creepy old man. I already love and support you even if it's from afar and we can totally do cute relationship things over the internet. I'll call you, and we can video chat. And if you really don't feel it that's fine, I mean it's over the internet you can cheat on me I wouldn't know lol. Just so you can figure out your sexuality, I just...really care about you and I want to be there to help you figure out yourself. And being able to call you my boyfriend even for a little while will be totally awesome]

Lance rapid fire texted his message to Keith. He knew there were spelling errors and mistakes but if he gave himself a chance to look over it he would have never sent it.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: I was going to say yes. I really like you, Lance, I've interacted more than I have anyone I've gone to school with ever. I would love if you were my first boyfriend...even if it's just over the internet.]

Lance was wordless, Lance was breathless. He jumped in the air and started bouncing around like a madman. He stopped breathless and actually replied to him.

[Lancing King: As the first act as your boyfriend I'd like to say that you are the most beautiful being on Earth and I love everything about you <3]

He saw that Keith was typing and smiled. His phone buzzed with another notification. He scrolled out of the chat and saw a snap from Pidge. He pressed it.

"This is Pidge, Hunk and I are at your door to drag you to school. But we heard you screaming like a mad person so we just want to ask if you're okay, and to tell you to get outside right now." The phone pointed to Hunk who waved.

"I brought muffins." He wiggled a bag in his hand.

Lance swore and shot a video of himself.

"Sorry I'll be out soon, and I've got the fucking best news about my imaginary model friend."

He ended the recording and put his phone on his bedside table. He quickly stripped and thew on some coherent clothing. Five minutes later he had clothes on, his phone in his hand, a book bag on his back and a wide smile on his face.

He snapped one more picture of himself, making sure that his outfit and backpack were in the frame.

[Lancing King: Sorry, I'm off to class]

A minute later Keith had replied, he had a towel around his shoulders now.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Okay, I won't bother you too much then. Maybe I'll swim a little]

Lance quickly snapped a picture of his feet, he could hear Pidge becoming more and more impatient as the seconds passed.

[Lancing King: Have fun, I'll message you between classes. But I'll call for a video chat around 6?]

He sent as many kissy face emoji as he could before pocketing his phone. He threw open the door, Pidge had crossed her arms and Hunk looked to be on his second muffin.

"Good Morning! It's a beautiful daytime to get to class, get this beautiful day going!" Lance stepped out of his room and took the muffin Hunk was offering him. He took a large bite taking in the chocolatey goodness.

"Are you high Lance?" Pidge asked she had to close his door for him.

"High on drugs? No of course not! High on life, definitely." He poked her nose and began merrily down the hallways. Pidge and Hunk looked at each other then followed him.

"So what's the news? What took you so long?" Hunk asked he finished the muffin and stuffed it back into the brown paper bag they came in.

"Fellas, I am now officially dating someone," Lance said proudly, he stopped walking for dramatic effect. Both Pidge and Hunk looked at him baffled.

"Dude! What the hell why didn't you tell us you were pursuing someone!" Pidge said too loudly, she was punching at his arm lightly.

"If you paid any attention to me at all, you'd know I was pursuing someone." Pidge and Hunk immediately looked more skeptical.

"Are you talking about the Instagram model?" Hunk asked slowly.

"Yes Hunk, I am. And his name is Keith," Lance began walking again refusing to let his friends skepticism bring him down.

"I thought you were going to keep that casual. Not...you know dating a stranger over the internet. You've known him for a month, Lance," Pidge said seriously. Lance frowned and shrugged.

"I've been texting him none stop. We know each other pretty well, he's really nice, and--"

"Attractive?" Hunk finished for him. "Are you only dating him because you like his pictures?" Lance narrowed his eyes at his friend.

"You know I'm not that shallow. Okay, I might think that he's an angel walking freely on the Earth. That doesn't mean I don't value him beyond that"

"What are his hobbies? Or interests? His favorite color? Do you know any of that stuff? What he likes to eat?" Pidge grilled him. They left the living areas and began the walk to the learning buildings.

"His hobbies are modeling, obviously. He also likes designing airplanes. His favorite color is red but like the deep almost scarlet red. And he doesn't know his overall favorite food but lately, he's been into Kale chips." Lance crossed his arms looking at Hunk and Pidge smugly. "Whenever he has to where rollers for a photo shoot he always buys the ones with squishy insides because they're softer to sleep on. The process he washes his hair in is shampoo, shampoo, conditioner, shampoo, conditioner, then coconut oil. Oh! And when he was younger he wanted to be a pilot, but when he applied for the school they said he didn't have enough social skills."

"Okay okay we get it, you're in love with the guy." Hunk said, he threw away his paper bag into the trash as they passed the park area. "Just...be careful, internet relationships can be hard. He's a model, he's probably partying having sex, doing...I don't know rich people things." Lance almost laughed out loud, he really needed to talk more about Keith to them.

"I highly doubt any of that will happen, and if it does...well then I'll deal with it. But I'm taking a risk because I really like this guy, and I want you guys to be supportive." Lance's voice softened towards the end. He stopped walking his feet made skidding sounds on the paved walkway.

"Hey, Lance we're your friends, of course, we'll support you." Hunk said and put an arm on Lance's shoulder.

"This just means if the guy breaks your heart we'll have every reason to fly down to whatever rich people beach he's living on and claw his eyes out," Pidge said confidently. Lance didn't appreciate the imagery of Pidge ripping Keith's eyes out, but he was thankful for the thought.

"Thanks, guys, I have a good feeling about this." Lance smiled at the two of them. Hunk and Pidge gave him thumbs up and they continued walking to class.

******

"Okay, we've got chips, red bulls, a pizza, pixie sticks, three game controllers, and three teenagers." Hunk listed with his fingers. He plopped down criss cross behind Lance and Pidge who already had controllers in their hands.

"Perfect! Let's get this show on the road." Pidge said she pressed start. A download screen popped up and she groaned. "Really Lance? Couldn't bother downloading this ahead of time."

"Oh shit, forgot it needed to be downloaded." He smiled weakly rubbing the back of his head. Pidge sighed and put down her controller letting the game load.

"Whatever, we've got all night anyway." She laid on her back and stretched out. "Why do you have your laptop?" She asked.

"I'm going to video call Keith soon," Lance said with a wide grin on his face. "He's always so cute this time of night, he'll probably be in his pajamas."

"I thought we would be playing video games?" Hunk asked popping the bag open.

"We will don't worry. But I'll also be video calling Keith." He checked the time, it was 5:59. After a second of watching the digital computer clock, he decided to risk the one minute and pressed the phone button on the video call.

"You're not the best at multitasking," Pidge reminded him. Lance waved his hand in dismissal and adjusted the laptop so that it was facing him. The caller picked up and Keith's face filled up the computer screen. His hair was down, now back to its regular mullet, and he was already in pajamas.

"Good evening." Lance started off, Keith smiled and adjusted his position on the bed. From Lance's angle, he looked like he was on his stomach.

"Good evening, it's fun seeing your face and hearing your voice all at once."

"We've video called before, this should be no surprise." Lance teased, he adjusted so that he was lying on his side. Blocking out Pidge and Hunk.

"I know, but we don't do it every day so it's still surprising." Keith brought a pillow closer to his face. He put it under his chin and tilted his head as he watched Lance.

"Maybe we should do it every day, then I can see your endless stream of pajamas." He smiled, Keith was wearing a dark blue set with ducks on the shirt. He assumed that the pants where matching. "Ducks?" Keith looked at his own shirt and shrugged.

"I base my pajamas off of comfortably, not fashionability."

"That's weird hearing a model say. I've been on your Instagram you've worn some pretty weird things." Keith sat back up, the laptop screen moved around as it was tilted back up towards his face. "Why do you always wear pajamas so early?"

"I don't know, I like being comfortable when I do my homework. Sometimes it takes all night." Lance tilted his head and rolled on his stomach, making sure his face was still aligned with the camera.

"Homework? I didn't know you went to college. Is it online or something?" Keith shook his head, he leaned over and pulled a notebook into his lap.

"No, I'm enrolled in an actual college. It's just the state one."

"Do you...actually go to any of your classes? Sometimes the times of day you take pictures is really weird."

"No...I mean yeah, I don't go to my classes. I just get assignments through emailing my professors, then I sneak on campus drop them off and go back home."

"Now I'm imagining you in all black, ninja sneaking on campus." Lance began laughing the imagery was stuck in his head. Keith smiled and shrugged, he was twiddling a pencil between his fingers.

"I practically do, I usually wear all black. Sometimes I'm afraid that I look like a shooter or something. I get there minutes before the class is over, hide in the bathroom until there's no one in the halls. Then I sneak out, deliver the papers or project and avoid conversation with professors. I usually tell them that I have to head out or something. Then I follow the flow of students out of the building." Lance began laughing even harder, he rolled on his back putting an arm over his eyes. He could hear Pidge and Hunk snickering behind him.

"Keith, no offense but I doubt you're popular enough to warrant getting mobbed at a college."

"Oh, I don't do it to avoid getting mobbed I just really don't like being in...classroom settings." Lance wiped his eyes and laid back on his side looking at the screen.

"You're one of the strangest people I know mullet boy," Lance said dreamily, he watched Keith fidget with his hair. "You must be pretty smart to not even have to go to classes."

"No, I'm average intelligence. It takes me forever to get through homework. I'll probably be here all night with this stupid math crap." Keith had a large book on his lap and looked frustrated just looking at it. Lance glanced at him, Hunk and Pidge were talking quietly and eating chips. He looked back at Keith with a wide smile.

"Well I've got a couple of geniuses behind me, they could probably help you out."

"Really? They wouldn't mind?" Keith's face dipped down and looked harder at the camera, trying to see Hunk or Pidge in the background.

"Yeah totally, I'll ask." Lance rolled on his back then rolled over to look at Hunk and Pidge. "Which one of you wants to help Keith with math work."

"What math is it?" Hunk asked eating a handful of popcorn. Lance turned back around to look at Keith.

"What math?" He asked Keith held up a Calculus book. Lance winced, even he needed help with that stuff. He rolled back over to Hunk and Pidge.

"It's calculus," He answered.

"Is it the graph stuff or just the equation stuff," Pidge asked, she ate one of the mini eclairs that Lance had bought. Lance rolled over again, Keith was erasing things on his paper.

"Graph stuff or equation stuff?" Keith looked down at his book, he looked confused. He held up a sheet of paper, it took Lance a bit but he recognized it. They had one that pretty much looked like it due on Monday. He sat up this time and looked at Hunk and Pidge.

"It's the graph stuff," Lance answered finally, he reached over and took a handful of popcorn.

"You're better at graphs and shapes then me, do your thing Hunk," Pidge said, Hunk nodded and crawled over to Lance's computer. Lance moved over and popped his head in front of the laptop, just enough for his face to be seen.

"This is Hunk, he's smarter than me and he'll help." Lance blew a surprised looking Keith a kiss and popped out of frame.

"Games downloaded, pick up that controller lets play Castle Crasher," Pidge said with a wicked smile. She sat up with the game controller in her hand and pressed play. Lance smiled and picked up his controller, he scooted closer to Pidge and pressed start. He looked over his shoulder at Hunk and Keith, they looked well situated. Hunks hands were already moving as he explained complex things that Lance barely had a concept of. He turned off his mind and turned back to his game, ready to mindlessly throw himself into it.

A few hours later Hunk had switched spots with Lance. He sat next to Pidge doing better then Lance was at keeping up with her skill. Lance was content lying next to the computer occasionally looking at Keith's face as he typed on his phone. There was a buzz from Lance's phone.

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Hey, your friend Hunk was really awesome for helping. It took a quarter of the time it would have>

<Me: Yeah Hunk is amazing, but don't go getting any ideas ;0>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Lol I'll try not to but he's pretty cute>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Next time remind me to get Pidge to help you she is thankfully very much female lol>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Okay I don't mind, maybe I'll find my 5% possible straightness>

<Me: Something tells me you probably won't lol. Hey why don't you just talk to me, we're literally video chatting>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Eh I don't want to ruin your friends focus, besides I'm happy with just looking up and seeing you>

They both looked at the computer at the same time. Keith gave Lance a shy smile, Lance winked back with a smile.

<Me: Yeah I can get behind that, but if you ever need help with any of your school work my friends and I are always there for you okay?>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: I'll...try to remember that but asking for help and I don't go hand in hand>

<Me: I've noticed lol don't worry every time you're doing homework I'll spam text you if you need any help>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Coming from you that's a promise huh?>

<Me: Bet your ass it is>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Hey I think I'm gonna go to bed soon>

<Me: Already? It's only 10 and a Friday>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: We're driving down to Arizona to do some rock shoots. And I may or may not be shooting an Ad>

<Me: YOU ARE??? HOW CAN YOU NOT BE SURE??>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Idk Shiro's been trying to hide it from me bc he knows I would say no. But if I'm already on set it'll be awkward if I flipped them off and left>

<Me: I'll take your place in a heartbeat>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: You're into acting?>

<Me: UM YEAH??? Acting and I are the shit. If I had a singing voice I'd totally be in all my school plays but unfortunately, I have the want but no talent :(>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Aw :( if I ever get to meet you I'll ask Shiro if we can film a mini Ad lol>

<Me: You're the best, can't wait. You sure you can't stay a couple more hours?>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Sorry my eyes are already closing and my brains dying. I need my ugly rest>

<Me: Don't you mean Beautyrest?>

<Pretty Boy With a Mullet: Nope goodnight :o>

Lance looked up at the screen and watched as Keith put his phone down. He waved to him and blew him a kiss before the computer screen went dark. A red cell phone flashed across the screen with the caption call ended.

<Me: KEITH! COME BACK I DIDN'T GET TO TELL YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE>

<Me: KEITH YOU RAT YOU'RE THE PRETTIEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET>

<Me: Keith you bet your ass as soon as you wake up I will be serenading you with tales of how beautiful and perfect you are>

<Me: I will write a rap song about how beautiful you are> <Me: Expect a call, 8 am sharp from me telling you that you could replace the moon>

<Me: Fine be that way. But go to sleep knowing that reflective surfaces beg to hold your image because it will be the time in their existence where they will hold the most beauty. Goodnight <3 >

Lance sat up pouting, he crawled over to the other side of Pidge and picked up the third controller.

"Keith went to bed?" Pidge asked not taking her eyes away from the screen.

"Yeah, and he won't accept how fucking hot he is."

"Wow, what a jerk," Pidge said holding back a chuckle.

"He really is!" Lance's phone buzzed again. He quickly opened it and clicked on the notification. It brought him to Snapchat. He opened up a Snap from Keith. It was a picture of him with a toothbrush in his mouth.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Goodnight, thanks for making me feel really happy today <3 ps. Spam my Snapchat with how pretty you think I am and I'll block you]

Lance sent a quick goodnight snapback. Instead of sending another picture to him he took a quick picture of the side of Pidges head and captioned it.

[Lancing King: Btw guys Keith Kogane is a smoldering hot male Instagram model. Follow him on Instagram @KeithKogane, if you think he's hot DM me with a thumbs up]

Lance put it on his story then shut off his phone proud of himself. He picked up the third controller again and turned it on.

"Ready to get your asses beat by the tailor?" Lance asked his character beaming in.

"Prepare to get your needle bent Lance," Pidge smirked.

"Challenge accepted." Hunk smiled and took another handful of popcorn before looking serious. Lance pressed begin and prepared himself for battle.