WARNING: This fic starts out relatively light-hearted and cute, but if you didn't look at the tags(you should ALWAYS look at the tags), let me warn you now that stuff will get significantly darker, eventually. I promise that none of the dark stuff is ever glorified; this is not a kinky story. This is a story of two boys trying to overcome the dark past, together.

Update: So, if you're confused because you saw an update, I added a prologue and that's the update. Make sure to read it, it's veryimportant!

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Keith's heart was a nervous, thumping mess as he gripped his steering wheel with sweaty hands, eyes focusing on the road to try and take his focus off of his uneasiness. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. It wasn't like he shunned the sex industry or anything since people had their reasons for being in that line of work, but he didn't particularly like the idea of getting involved with it, either. At the very least, he never thought he of all people would ever be going to a strip club. He didn't have a choice, though. Or at least, that's what he kept telling himself. Matt had practically peer pressured him into this situation; no, he had straight up guilted Keith into doing this.

His car began slowing down as his phone announced that he had arrived, his eyebrows curling up in apprehension. This was it. 5704 Baku Gardens Street: Web of Sins. A heavy sigh escaped Keith. Maybe he was being too harsh on Matt. He knew the smartass was only trying to look out for Shiro, who had to deal with Keith whenever he blew up or lost his temper.

According to the TA, Keith had been snapping more than usual as of late, and Matt had been quick to connect it with Keith's lack of any recent sexual activity. The thought still made Keith scoff because he didn't even think his temper had been that bad lately, and he definitely didn't think it had anything to do with his lack of recent sex, but Shiro had insisted that the stress from studying to become a pediatrician had been getting to him and that he needed to take care of it somehow.

Matt, being a former stripper, suggested Keith visit his old work place, 'The Web of Sins', to ease his sexual frustrations. He described it as being 'immoral and free', which didn't make Keith feel any better whatsoever about what he was doing.

This is all for Shiro, he repeated in his head as he pulled into the parking lot and looked at the building in front of him, already able to hear techno music through the walls. He was about 1,000 percent sure this was pointless, but if he really was lashing out as much as Shiro said he was, then he didn't want to just do nothing. He didn't want to keep this temper up, because eventually Shiro would get tired of it, so he figured he might as well try taking Matt's advice. He honestly doubted visiting a gay strip club would do anything to help his stress, but he also doubted he could fix his temper on his own, so here he was with nothing to lose.

Keith stepped out of his car, taking a moment to rub his hand against its red side appreciatively, hoping it would help calm down his nerves that were currently going haywire. His first and probably last time at a strip club. Hallelujah.

The music was even louder now that he was outside of his car, and he was just standing still, taking deep breaths and eyeing the building with confliction.

I'm just here to check it out, that's all. See if I think it can help. I'm just taking a look around. He gulped, somehow building up the nerves to walk to the front of the building. The first thing he saw was a circular purple sign attached to the building with the words 'The Web of Sins' neatly calligraphed in black. The dark color made for a horrible marketing strategy because, seriously, nobody could possibly see this sign at night unless they were at least within ten feet of it, but what really baffled him was the designs.

Spider webs? He thought to himself, eyebrow raised as he observed the black web designs weaved into the sign and behind the letters. He wasn't sure what he was expecting from a place called 'The Web of Sins', but it hadn't been this. How could a spider web theme possibly be sexy or appealing? This was straight up creepy! A website of sins or something would've been a better icon than a spider web of sins, even if it made no sense.

A sudden cough directed Keith's attention to the bouncer standing just a little ways away from him, looking about as intimidating as a bouncer could possibly get. He approached the tall suited man uncertainly, knowing that it was too late to turn back now.

"Is there...an entrance fee?" He asked slowly, even more nervous than before. The man towered over him, eyes scanning him up and down before he suddenly smiled, holding his hand out.

"$20 cover charge for nighttime visits, and I'll need a confirmation of your age since you look so young. The ol' web here isn't exactly a saint's palace, so we gotta be careful with who we let in. Dirty things happen in there, let me tell you. Though, I'm sure that's why you're here, eh?" Keith wrinkled his nose in disapproval, but knew better than to disrespect the bouncer's attempt at socializing.

"Yeah, I guess," He said lamely, flipping through his wallet and taking out two tens plus his license to show his age. The large man graciously accepted the money and briefly scanned his license before stepping aside and waving him forward with a grin.

"In you go. Enjoy your time in the web. Once you're caught, you never escape." Keith's brows furrowed at that as he hesitantly walked through the door. Talk about a freaky catchphrase, yikes. Matt had told him this place was immoral, but he hadn't said it was straight up creepy. If he didn't know better he'd think it was more like a haunted house rather than a strip clu-

"Woah." Keith's thoughts escaped him in an exhale of amazement as his eyes took in the sight before him. The room was spacious and neatly arranged with tables and chairs placed around the room for convenience. Some people were just talking to each other at the tables while others were leaning back and letting the young, curvaceous men dance against their lap, hips moving along with the techno music that he could hear clearly now that he was in the actual club. The lighting was mostly a dark purple, but there was a mixture of other lights overhead that must've somehow brought out the color in clothing or something, because he could clearly make out the exact shade of each piece of lingerie worn by the dancers as his eyes darted from table to table, entranced.

Keith's expectations of the place were shattered for the second time that night, except this time he was impressed rather than creeped out, having never expected such chaos to be arranged in such a clean manner. Sure, he'd seen strip clubs as depicted in movies, but the constant flashing lights that were usually associated with clubs weren't up in Keith's face like he'd expected.

He wasn't exactly excited since, at the end of the day, he still felt a bit guilty about being here in the first place, but he was definitely intrigued. He wanted to at least take a look around.

Matt hadn't explained anything as far as strip club etiquette went, so he wasn't sure what to do. He stuck to the back of the club, wandering and never staying in the same spot for too long. His eyes followed a similar pattern to his feet, darting around every few seconds just in case it was considered rude to watch people while they were getting a lap dance.

He honestly felt sort of pathetic just hanging back by a wall, but he couldn't help it. He'd never been interested in strip clubs before, and thus had never looked into what you were supposed to actually do at one.

He could see what looked to be a main stage in the front center of the room, and just to the left of it was a bar being occupied by several men. Since he had nothing else to do, he figured that seemed like a good place to start and slowly made his way over. He still couldn't believe he was actually checking out a strip club, but he was already here, so he might as well try to fit in, and he knew a drink or two would help.

"Hey," He leaned against the counter and called out to the ginger-haired bartender, lifting an eyebrow when the man turned around to reveal his large mustache. He definitely looked to be on the older side. "Bring me a beer, would you?" The bartender flashed him an enthusiastic smile and even gave a thumbs up before quickly moving to fetch him a drink. Keith would've snickered if he wasn't so anxious. Instead, he just took a seat and tapped his leg impatiently.

"You didn't specify, so I got you a drink from my personal recommended list! Hope you'll enjoy it, even though I know you will!" The bartender declared, speaking in an accent that Keith hadn't expected while passing him a cup. He nodded in thanks and quickly paid up before tipping the cup to his mouth and downing it as quickly as he could. His breaths came out heavily from chugging it, staring into the cup's empty contents and letting himself ease up a bit. He definitely wasn't going to get drunk off of just that, which was a good thing since he had a test in the morning and thus had no intention of getting drunk tonight, but he did suddenly feel more comfortable despite being in a strip club.

His shoulders relaxed a bit, and before he even had time to rebuild his uneasiness over what to do now, people began rushing past him towards the main stage, flocking around it until he was the only one sitting at the bar. He looked on curiously before turning to the bartender, waving him over.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked, gesturing in the direction of the stage. The mustached man chuckled a bit, leaning against the counter and looking at Keith with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah, new here, are we? I thought I hadn't seen you before! If that's the case, I recommend you go take a look for yourself! It'll be more exciting that way!" He winked before walking away, leaving Keith even more curious than before. He swung out of his seat and followed mob mentality, making his way to the back of the crowd and getting a better view of what the main stage looked like.

From where he was, he could see railings caging off the stage on all sides so that the only way to enter was to walk in from the catwalk connected to the backstage, wherever the entrance to that was. The seats on either side of the stage were completely filled, which was the reason for such a huge crowd standing in front of it. As for the stage itself, it was complete open space on the surface save for a pole in the middle that connected to the ceiling.

Keith could feel the tenseness in the air as all the men around him waited eagerly for something. His first guess was that a performance was about to take place, but the majority of the club had abandoned the tables and the bar counter to gather in this massive crowd, so it must've been something bigger.

The techno music started to fade away, and Keith jumped a bit when he heard the voice of the DJ.

"Get out your cash, folks, BabyBlue is ready to play!" The crowd surged with excitement and moved forward a bit despite the people up front already being pressed to the railings. His eyes locked onto the stage intently, letting the crowd's anticipation feed into his own suspense. Everything seemed to freeze for a few seconds...and then, all the lights in the club instantly changed from whatever color they were to blue like a flash mob of lights, and a smooth, slow piece of r&b music started playing.

Keith looked up in awe, the sudden change in lights catching his attention. The atmosphere of the club was way different from when he first entered, and he was getting more and more impressed with each second. Suddenly, the crowd roared with noise, and he quickly tilted his head back down to look at the stage, not wanting to miss what all this hype was about. He had expected maybe a group performance or, since Matt had said this was an 'immoral' place, maybe a nude show or something. What he saw instead was a single figure walking across the catwalk, body twisting to either side of the crowd surrounding the stage to wave at them.

The first thing Keith noticed was the man's long, slender legs, carrying him across the catwalk with haste and purpose and confidence. The stage belonged to him unquestionably, and Keith could understand that much just by watching him walk for the first few seconds.

As he got closer, Keith quickly took note of the blue panties around his thin waist, and oh god, blue was definitely his color. The blue lights from above further accentuated his tan skin, which was completely hairless and looked as smooth as an egg. Keith felt stupid thinking this, since skin in general was a natural thing, but he was pretty sure this man had the most natural-looking skin he had ever seen.

His eyes traveled further upwards, admiring the lean stature of his tall body. His slim stomach was completely bare for everyone to lay eyes on, not showing much muscle but showing even less fat. The only other article of clothing on his body other than the panties was a small blue bra that fit around his chest nicely, completing his sexy feminine attire. Keith never really had a strong opinion on feminine wear, but one look at the model on stage and he started to form one.

He had one arm resting comfortably at his side while the other waved at the crowd with small, seductive wiggles of his fingers; and then there was his face. If Keith thought he was captivated before, he most certainly was now. The blue light lit up his wide smile, showing off his perfect white teeth, and his eyebrows were lifted in a show of pure glee as he looked back and forth at all the people. From where he was in the crowd, Keith couldn't tell if his eyes were actually blue or if they were just reflecting the light of the club, but the color didn't matter so much when they were sparkling so brightly and innocently, and holy mother of hell, Keith hadn't meant to get lost in analyzing every little detail of the stripper BabyBlue, but it was too late, now. Everything was engraved in his mind as the slender man grabbed a hold of the pole with both hands, swinging around it a bit, sweet smile never disappearing.

The men in the crowd were shouting from every side of Keith as the man leaned with his back against the pole, lightly swaying his hips to the slowly building music but otherwise not moving much.

Keith was sort of confused. Yes, this boy was drop dead gorgeous and breathtaking, but he still didn't understand why everybody in the club abandoned what they were doing just for this performance...that is, until the beat dropped, and he started dancing. Like, really dancing.

His jaw must've dropped to the floor as the stripper named BabyBlue suddenly turned to face the pole, back arching so that his ass pushed out towards the crowd, earning him a small shower of money. Keith's eyes were immediately drawn to his ass, noting how it bulged against his panties and tilted from side to side hypnotically. Apparently, the size of your waist didn't determine the size of your butt.

His ass was stationary for just a few seconds before he suddenly slid his body up to the pole, wrapping his legs around it and leaning so far back he was facing the crowd upside down. He held that position for a while before winking and pulling himself back up with ease, pushing his ass out briefly again before swinging and body rolling up against the pole, and fuck, Keith was hard. Keith was so fucking hard, and he had only been in this club for about ten minutes. He didn't even realize what he was doing as he started slowly pushing his way through the crowd.

BabyBlue seemed fully aware of what he was doing to the room as he twirled around the pole before grabbing it and actually lifting his legs off of the ground, winking at the audience once more. Seeing him dance not just sexily, but also athletically was even more of a turn on. Clearly his arms were much stronger than they appeared as he closed his legs around the pole, ass facing a different side of the stage. When he descended the pole, he did so completely, collapsing until he was sitting on the ground, legs still wrapped around it.

And then, when the music picked up, and he shot back up the pole with lightning speed, Keith suddenly understood. He suddenly understood why this performance in particular was so big and why it had attracted the presence of everyone in the club. This wasn't just a performance; this was the performance.

He was certain there wasn't a man in this crowd who wasn't completely engrossed in the dance as he continued to move forward through the crowd, not pushing too hard and not rushing. He was, after all, still in a trance as he watched BabyBlue's legs wrap around the pole, hanging upside down before flipping over, literally doing a backflip on the pole until his front was facing the crowd again and he began to roll his hips into the metal.

Loud whistles and money filled the stage, making the tan-skinned man beam and hump the pole harder, even letting out sounds of desperation that went straight to Keith's dick. His actions must've been affecting everyone just as much as it was Keith, because money was flying up like rain from below.

His feet met the surface of the stage again as he danced around the pole, pushing his body up against it suggestively. Every movement he made oozed sex appeal and confidence, and why wouldn't it? He had every right to be confident as he pressed his back to the pole and sunk his body down slowly, grinding back and swaying his hips seductively until he was crouching with his knees spread apart facing the crowd, giving a perfect view of his crotch bulging in his panties. Keith had never before wanted to be a pole so badly, to have this man rubbing his body up against him and feeling him up. He couldn't even deny it anymore; he was definitely feeling sexual frustration right now thanks to the physical embodiment of sex currently owning the stage.

The stripper straightened his body back up before rolling himself against the pole, back arching and moving until he resembled ocean waves crashing into shore. His hips bucked into the pole with each body roll, and Keith was absolutely mesmerized as he finally reached the front few rows of the crowd, looking up at the stage without blinking. The man twirled his body around the pole seductively a few more times before he walked up near the edge of the stage, smile as wide as ever.

"Hiya, everybody! Thanks for coming out to see me tonight!" He spoke loudly but sweetly, and Keith was sure he wouldn't have been able to hear his honeysuckle voice very well above the crowd if he hadn't come to the front rows.

The stripper's hands reached behind himself to the clippings of his bra. "I really wanna thank you all for being here, so how about I take my top off? Doesn't that sound fun?" Keith wasn't sure how the man was able to maintain such an innocent yet playful voice, but it made shivers run through Keith as his blood rushed south.

The crowd was going wild for BabyBlue with both noise and money, and to answer their enthusiasm, he unclipped his bra and slipped it off with a sigh, revealing his toned chest that looked just as smooth as the rest of his body.

"That feels much better! You know, it makes me really happy to be dancing for you all like this...in fact, it makes me so happy, I think I want to share something with you all! Does that sound fun?" The crowd roared with enthusiasm, and hands reached up as the man twirled his bra in his hand with a pleased smile. He scanned over the crowd teasingly, waving and giggling, until he locked eyes with Keith.

A surge of excitement and anxiousness seized Keith all at once as they stared at each other, blue lights flashing overhead, and he swore time slowed down for just that moment. Keith's eyes were filled with awe while the stripper's eyes filled with interest, and he briefly wondered if the one drink he had had was making him imagine this moment. Then the dancer winked, lips curling up in a smile as the blue bra left his hands, flying straight towards Keith.

His arms immediately shot forward in panicked reflex, ripping the bra out of the air from above him and pulling it close so that the men around him couldn't grab for it. He stared down at the blue fabric in his hands, mouth gaping open as his fingers gently squeezed it, unable to believe what just happened. The man giggled from up on stage, drawing Keith's attention back up to see his fingers wave a little.

"Enjoy your present!" He cooed, batting his eyelashes at him before turning and walking back to the pole, hips swinging with attitude. Keith was flattered, awestruck, and super fucking aroused as he watched him climb his way up the pole with ease again.

The dancing that followed was nothing like before as the dancer's body curled around the pole in mid-air, splitting his legs apart to show off to the crowd. Keith could hardly even follow along with his movements as he struck countless mid-air poses, having never known it was possible to do such things. He didn't know pole dancing actually included feats of super athleticism, but here he was, being taught a lesson on strip dancing by what must've been the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.

His fingers curled into the bra as if it would help relieve his arousal, tuning out the noises of the crowd as he watched the dancer dance. Maybe he was just delirious with lust, or maybe he was more of a lightweight than he thought, but Keith swore that the man was moving just for him, legs curling around the pole as he showed off his bare chest just for Keith.

He didn't even register that that had been the end of the song and the final pose until the man slid his way down the pole and sauntered over to the edge of the railing, pushing his ass out for the front crowd. Men began moving forward, rolling up money and stuffing it into his panties, and he smiled while sweetly thanking each of them. Keith breathed heavily at being so close to him, and a part of him wanted to make eye contact again, but the man didn't spare Keith a glance, politely keeping his attention on each man that came forward to tip him. Keith was debating pushing forward to tip him himself when a man suddenly shouted from somewhere behind in the crowd, voice objectifying and drunk.

"Take your panties off too, you slut!" A murmuring of excited voices pass through the crowd as the stripper turned to looked back at them. Keith felt anger flare up in him, hating the use of the word 'slut' like that. Sure, this was a public sexual performance, but that didn't give him the right to disrespect the dancer, and yeah, Keith knew nothing about him, but that didn't stop him from wanting to put the person who called him a slut in his place. He suddenly understood Shiro's comments about his temper as of late, but he didn't care right now as he turned around to try and find the speaker. Before he could act rashly, however, the stripper spoke up.

"My panties, huh? Good idea!" He stood up with his money-stuffed ass pointed towards the crowd, fingers curling beneath the waistband of his panties. Keith's mouth gaped open a bit, eyes wide with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was still angry and even shocked that the stripper had just accepted the objectifying comment, but on the other hand, he really did want to get a glimpse past those panties.

His fingers slipped further beneath his panties, tugging teasingly and slowly as all eyes focused on his ass. The blue fabric began to lower, revealing bits of the tan smoothness of his waist before he pulled his fingers away, letting his panties cover him up again and giggling as the crowd went wild.

"Sorry boys, if you want more than a peek, you'll have to catch me off stage. Thanks for the show! Bye bye!" He blew a kiss towards each side of the crowd, winking and waving as he walked back towards the catwalk. Keith's eyes never left him, watching as he made his way down the long stretch of stage before disappearing into the entrance.

Only once the blue lights returned to multi-colors did he remember how to breath, stumbling back with the bra in hand as the crowd broke apart. The DJ said some more stuff as pop music started playing, but Keith didn't listen to him, mind still lingering on that dancer. His dancer. He didn't mean that in a creepy way, but it had felt like he had danced just for him, and he continued to wonder if he was just being delusional as the next performer walked on stage.

Keith stayed to watch out of curiosity, wondering if every performer was as enchanting as BabyBlue; although the significantly reduced crowd size gave him an idea of what to expect. He watched the man dance around the pole, moving his body suggestively and letting the crowd glimpse his ass the entire time...but it lacked the flamboyance and the fun of the previous performance. It didn't do anything for Keith, and he had to straight up walk away in the middle of the dance, not wanting to watch any longer. He wasn't incredibly fond of the idea of people putting their bodies on display like this for money to begin with, so he never thought pole dancing was something he could appreciate. Although, he had appreciated the first performance very much, so...was he into pole dancing or was he not?

He took a seat at the bar just left of the main stage, sighing and looking down at the blue bra in his lap. When he looked at it, all he could imagine was the look on the man's face when he winked at Keith before tossing the bra.

The memory was driving him nuts. Shit. He had come to check this place out per Matt's recommendation that it could help him, but right now it was only making things worse. He seriously needed to loosen himself up more before he drove himself crazy thinking about the performance.

"Hey. Another drink, please." Keith waved the bartender over, and he immediately nodded and got a drink for him, leaning against the counter while setting it down.

"So, enjoy the show?" He twiddled with his mustache like it was a habit, and Keith couldn't help but watch for a second before answering.

"Yeah." Maybe a little too much, he thought, passing his money forward and swinging the cup up to chug it. The cold liquid felt like a sudden breeze in his scorching desert of a body, and Keith relished in the refreshment it provided.

He could feel the bartender's eyes on him as he slammed the cup down, breathing heavily and wiping his mouth a bit. His fingers played around with the straps of the bra, reminding him all over again of just how aroused he was.

"Another." He slid more money past the countertop and lifted the next cup as soon as it was placed in front of him. Keith wasn't an alcoholic by any means whatsoever, but right now he was just trying to put out the fire in his core. Sexual frustration be damned, Keith was fucking drowning in his own desire right now as he felt the heat and hardness still present in his pants. He ordered another drink quickly after his third of the night and accidentally tilted it up to his mouth before even paying, earning him a grumble from the bartender. He gulped in apology and moved to grab his wallet for more money, but another hand slammed down on the countertop from behind Keith out of nowhere, pushing money forward.

"Keep the change, Coran. I'm paying for his tips, too." The stripper known as BabyBlue winked at the bartender, who gladly accepted the money before rushing off to attend to another customer, leaving the two of them alone.

Keith's breath had caught in his throat the moment he saw the dancer, AKA the reason for the erection in his pants, and his body only further stiffened when he sat down next to Keith. He had an actual white shirt on now as opposed to a bra, but still wore the panties and his same sweet smile, which was even more adorable up close.

"Hey there! I saw you at my performance earlier. What'd ya think?"

Keith gulped, thumb fiddling with the cup in his hand as their eyes met, and he discovered that he did in fact have natural blue eyes. Very, very beautiful, natural blue eyes.

"I, uh...you were amazing," he admitted truthfully, shuffling in his seat a bit. He didn't want to be so awkward, but he couldn't help it as his arousal began spiraling out of control. The other man giggled, and by god, it was such a pure sound when it came from right next to him.

"Aw, thanks a lot, sweetie. You got a name? Or should I just call you 'sir'?" His voice was as seductive as his movements had been on stage, and Keith was getting goosebumps. No one had ever been able to get him this worked up in such a short period of time.

"Keith. Keith is fine." The gorgeous boy giggled as Keith spoke stiffly and cleared his throat. "...and you?"

More giggles left the man's mouth as he leaned his elbow onto the counter. "Didn't you hear my name at the stage, hun? It's BabyBlue! But you can call me by any dirty name in the book." He winked and chuckled at his own wittiness, but Keith just wrinkled his nose.

"What about your actual name? I want to call you by that." All giggling ceased immediately, the sudden silence startling Keith. The stripper's sweet smile had disappeared, replaced by a look of puzzlement, like Keith had said something he wasn't supposed to. Nervousness creeped into him as he spoke up quickly. "Uh, unless that isn't allowed or something, then I'll just call you by 'Blue', if that works." He gulped, hoping he hadn't crossed a line with his lack of knowledge on strip club etiquette.

The dancer shook his head, smiling again as if that awkward silence had never existed. "No, no! It's okay! That's just not something people ask often, I guess." He laughed lightly, breaking eye contact with Keith for the first time. "...Lance. It's Lance."

"Lance." Keith repeated dumbly, blinking a few times as he watched Lance lean into the counter more. He would've felt embarrassed for repeating his name out loud for no reason, but he was mildly under the effects of alcohol, and really that was probably the reason he had repeated it anyways other than the fact that it was a super pretty name, so instead he just felt stupid. Lance seemed to find him amusing, though, giggling and looking him in the eyes again.

"So, are you new here? I haven't seen your cute face around before, and I usually know everyone." He winked at the end of his sentence, showing off his white teeth that just multiplied the beauty of his smile tenfold. Keith was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to hold a decent conversation with him given his current state of arousal, so he enlisted the help of more alcohol before nodding.

"Yeah, first timer here," he admitted, copying Lance's position and leaning his elbow against the counter. This earned him another heavenly giggle from Lance.

"I thought you might be. That's why I gave you that, as a welcoming gift." He gestured towards the blue bra in Keith's hands, making his eyebrow raise a bit. So he had purposefully given it to him, after all. Keith couldn't help but smile, even if it was just a welcoming gift.

"Thanks. I like it a lot. It looks good on you." He was basically firing out whatever came to his head first to keep their conversation flowing, which apparently meant lots of compliments.

"Aw, I bet it'd look good on you, too," Lance assured. They both broke into laughter at that, with Keith's fingers digging into the countertop. His heart was picking up pace at how odd this all was. He was sitting in a strip club of all places, enjoying the company of a stripper who was still driving his body crazy. Yeah, Keith probably needed another drink.

He rose the cup up to his mouth after calming down from laughing, taking rather large sips as Lance watched him. Then, to his surprise, the stripper leaned towards him and held a hand out.

"Wanna share with me? I could use a drink or two, preferably out of your cup." His voice was as smooth as silk, and Keith could just imagine blue strings materializing from his words and wrapping around Keith's limbs, pulling them along and making him do everything he asked as he offered him the cup.

Lance beamed and accepted it, tilting it to his lips and drinking. Keith watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, causing him to gulp, too. He became so transfixed on his throat that he didn't even notice Lance had finished drinking and set the cup down until he spoke.

"So how's your night been? You liking it here so far?"

Keith blinked up to meet Lance's gaze again. "I guess," he answered quickly. "Although, I was a bit surprised to see a strip club designed after a spider web, of all things." Yes, good job Keith, insult his workplace, he scolded himself, but it was too late to take it back. He blamed the alcohol.

Lance just giggled, not seeming offended in the least bit. "Oh, yeah, that sure is something, huh? I mean, I get what they were going for; a web that catches you in it and everything, but the image of spiders probably isn't very much of a turn on."

Keith nodded in agreement, watching Lance and observing the way his eyes shut and brows raised whenever he broke into a fit of giggles.

"You definitely make up for it, though." Keith blurted out.

Lance raised an eyebrow, still grinning. "Just me?" He batted his eyelashes innocently.

"Just you."

"Aw, you're very sweet." Lance reached forward and placed his hand on Keith's, making him shiver at the sudden warm contact between them. "I'm glad to know my show enhanced your first impressions of the Web."

Before Keith could even stop himself, he was squeezing Lance's hand back. "Not just the show. Right now, just talking to you, I think I'm actually enjoying myself right now, in a strip club." He wasn't sure if he hated or loved the things his mildly drunk state of mind was making him say, but apparently his filter was completely gone as he rambled off praises.

The expression on Lance's face morphed from a sweet smile to a look of surprise as he went doe-eyed with confusion, and Keith couldn't help but find the soft look absolutely adorable.

"Holy hell that's cute," Keith muttered, and he honestly thought he had said that in his head until Lance started shuffling uncomfortably, and he realized he was a mildly drunk idiot. "Shit, uh, sorry if I'm being awkward. I'm, like, half-drunk here." He scratched the side of his head, still refusing to believe he was straight up drunk, because he wasn't, he wouldn't get drunk on a night before a test. He was only mildly drunk; or so he kept telling himself.

Lance gulped and pulled his hand back to himself and away from Keith, avoiding his eyes with an unreadable face.

"No, it's okay..." He assured, although he didn't sound so confident. Keith panicked a bit and tried to think up something to say, but unfortunately his brain wasn't working too well right now, and Lance managed to speak first. "I know! You'd like to go to a back room with me for some privacy, wouldn't you?" All semblance of Lance's earlier discomfort was gone now, replaced with his signature smile as he winked.

Talking with Lance somewhere without a bunch of other naked dancers sounded fantastic to Keith, and it was seriously beginning to feel like Lance's words were tugging at his limbs as he lifted himself to his feet.

"Okay," he agreed. Lance beamed and stood up with him, reaching his hand forward once more and tugging at Keith lightly.

"Yay! I'm so excited! Oh, but of course, it's gonna cost quite a bit. Visits to champagne rooms are up to $150 for some alone time. Is that okay with you?" He raised his shoulders gently, head lowering with shaky puppy eyes that ripped Keith's heart right out of his chest. He was so screwed.

"That's okay with me," he confirmed. Lance was immediately smiling again, and fuck, Keith was sure he would've said anything to put that smile on his face as he tugged Keith away from the bar counter. He let Lance lead him mindlessly as his excitement rubbed off onto him despite not fully comprehending what was going on, since he didn't know what a 'champagne room' was.

They turned a corner to enter a long hallway with multiple doors, some open and some closed. Lance smiled back at him, tugging his arm and walking, and Keith could only follow along, insides melting at the adorable looks Lance gave.

His walking pattern was incredibly disoriented due to his erection poking against the inside of his pants, but he did his best to keep up with Lance while completely forgetting about actually trying to hide his arousal. Lance pulled him into a room enthusiastically, shutting the door behind him.

The room shared the dim purple lighting that encompassed the rest of the club but lacked the other lights that flashed overhead in the main room. There were no tables or chairs, but instead, black wall hugger sofas were displayed in the back of the room to give it a more cozy look, with a sideboard table in the middle of the same color.

Lance lead Keith over to the sofas, hands moving to press down on his shoulders until he lowered himself to sit down compliantly. He then rushed over to the table and opened a few cupboards, bringing out a pair of fancy glass cups and a bottle of Laurent-Perrier champagne.

Keith smiled in appreciation, remembering to get out his wallet as Lance poured the liquid into the cups until they were chalices of pale gold. The clear, reflective nature of the glass accentuated the beautiful amber champagne, and Keith couldn't tear his eyes away as Lance walked back over to him.

"Here you are," he announced, handing a cup to Keith and keeping the other one close for himself. Keith set the blue bra aside and brought out his money, taking the cup so that Lance could accept the payment with his free hand. He smiled and slipped the bills into his panties, making Keith gulp a bit.

Lance lowered himself to sit on Keith's lap, making him gasp loudly, breath catching in his throat.

"Um..." he trailed off, knowing there was no use in hiding his erection at this point. Lance just giggled at him, getting comfortable in his lap and moving his cup closer.

"You don't have to be so decent! We're in a private room, after all. You can do whatever you want to me." His voice was devoid of its usual honey-like sweetness, instead dripping with suggestive intent that sounded so dirty. Keith gulped again, eyes scaling up and down the curve of Lance's body. They were so unbelievably close, and it wasn't doing Keith's dick any favors. He didn't want to just act upon his desires and instincts, though. It just wouldn't feel right if he did something bad to Lance, so he kept his hands to himself.

"Come on, let's drink already! I promise the champagne is delicious!" Lance insisted, moving his cup forward.

Keith got the memo and decided to go along with it, since he didn't know what else to do about this situation that was quickly spiralling out of his control. He tipped his wrist forward until the two of them clinked glasses, and Lance giggled at the gesture before lifting his cup to his lips. Keith followed his example, tilting the glass backwards to sip the champagne. It really was as delicious as Lance had promised, and he sighed in satisfaction at the bubbly, fruity taste.

Lance smiled upon seeing that he enjoyed the champagne and lowered his cup, tongue lightly tracing over his lips as he looked into Keith's eyes.
"So, how long have you had this?" There was a knowing and teasing look in his eyes as his finger tapped the tip of Keith's bulge, causing him to shiver.

"Since, uh...since your performance," he admitted, unsure of whether or not it was a good idea or not to confess that. It really didn't matter what he thought, though, since his filterless brain was doing its own thing.

Lance hummed thoughtfully, lips curling up into a smile that made Keith's face and body even hotter. "Really, now. All the way since then? You poor thing...I'm so sorry you've been suffering all this time." He was literally speaking directly to Keith's dick, hand rubbing up and down the side of his leg.

Keith was conflicted, because holy hell was he turned on, but he didn't want to take this too far. Sex for the sake of having sex wasn't an idea he fancied, but so long as things didn't get too out of hand, maybe it was at least okay to get off.

It might've been the alcohol speaking and convincing him - scratch that, it was definitely the alcohol speaking - but he had come here to help ease his sexual frustration after all, which, as much as it pained him to admit it, Matt had been correct about, so surely this much was alright.

He let Lance steal his cup and watched him turn around and reach towards the table to set them down. His eyes were glued to Lance's body, intrigued by how flexible he was as he got up and repositioned himself until he was straddling Keith, hands on his shoulders for support.

"Just sit back and relax. I'll take good care of you," Lance promised, eyes shrinking into seductive slits. Keith gulped but gave a nod of approval, deciding that he wanted this too badly to stop it right now. Lance beamed at him, going down on his lap so that his ass was grinding against his cock lightly, drawing out groans from Keith.

His noises gave Lance confidence, not that the dancer particularly lacked any to begin with as he rolled himself down, hands simultaneously beginning to explore Keith's biceps. Yeah, Lance knew exactly what he was doing, which didn't come as any surprise to Keith.

He let out another breathy groan as Lance sat on his clothed erection, bouncing his ass against it and fluttering his eyes at Keith flirtatiously, fingers now dancing against his chest. Keith's breathing was picking up as Lance leaned his face closer to his, their noses just inches apart.

"Are you enjoying your time in the champagne room so far?" He asked the question as if the answer could be anything but 'yes', and Keith immediately nodded his head. Lance's smile widened at that as he whispered in Keith's ear. "That's good. But we've only just begun." He pushed against Keith's chest and got off of his lap before immediately mounting him again, this time with his back facing towards Keith.

He gulped, eyes focused on Lance's curves as the dancer's hands reached back to hold his shoulders for support once again. His hips began rolling backwards sexily for Keith's view, and he could feel his dick pulse with heat and lust from inside his pants.

Lance's panties hid the actual sight of his ass, but it did little to conceal the shape as he swayed his hips and pushed it out towards Keith, dancing on his lap slowly and grinding against his hard dick with every chance he got.

"You can touch me, you know. We're in a private room, after all. I'm feeling lonely here," Lance encouraged sweetly, turning to smile back at him.

Keith knew that if he didn't relieve his sexual frustration tonight then he would be screwed tomorrow, and touching himself wasn't going to do it for him at this point. He swallowed the lump in his throat and made a silent oath to not go too far tonight before snaking his hands to Lance's sides and feeling up his generous curves, shivering at how wonderful the sensation was to his fingertips.

Lance made a high pitched squeaking sound that just got Keith harder, if that was even possible. He wanted to hear more of Lance's noises and began to gently knead and squeeze his sides, taking note of where the man was most sensitive.

The dancer trembled and whimpered at the touches, back arching into an impressive angle with his ass pushed backwards into Keith's crotch.

Keith groaned in approval at that, transfixed on the way Lance's body swayed like he was swimming against the purple lighting. It was...

"Beautiful." The word left Keith's mouth before he could stop it, causing Lance's movements to flinch for a split second. He quickly recovered, though, twisting his body to stare at Keith with a seductive smile.

"Aw, you are, too!" He laughed lightly.

Keith's pupils widened at how flexible Lance's body must've been. He had already known the dancer was capable of moving his body in some crazy positions, but witnessing him twist around to look at Keith while on his lap was another thing entirely.

They stared at each other, with Keith's eyes first tracing over each smooth inch of Lance's plump lips before traveling up to get lost in his ocean-blue eyes. A comfortable silence seized the room as the two of them just gazed at one another in the purple lighting, admiring each other's features.

Lance broke first, quickly shaking his head and putting on a smile. "Let's...let's keep going, shall we? We don't have all the time in the world, after all." He turned back around before scooting off of Keith's lap and getting down on his knees.

Keith gulped and briefly wondered about Lance flinching earlier when he blurted out that he was beautiful, but there was barely any time to think about it much as he looked down at Lance kneeling in between his legs. Excitement coursed through his veins as Lance's hands rubbed his clothed erection, grinning up at him.

"Are you ready for this, daddy?"

Keith froze, lips pursing together in awkwardness. "I...yes. But...just 'Keith' is fine." Keith was by no means one to kink shame. People could be into whatever they wanted and that was fine; but things would get very awkward very quickly if Lance kept calling him that, so he decided to make his discomfort clear from the get go.

Lance immediately got the memo, blushing a bit. His fingers undid Keith's zipper and slid into the hem of his pants, pulling them down to Keith's ankles and licking his lips at the sight of Keith's large bulge in his black boxers. Keith leaned back intently, the unexpected 'daddy' thing forgotten with the champagne.

"Looks like we're both lucky tonight," Lance said teasingly, referring to Keith's size as he wrapped his hand around the clothed cock and squeezed it lightly. Keith let out a low moan, hips bucking forward into the touch.

Lance giggled at his reaction, licking his lips once more. Then, as if he were as impatient for what was coming as Keith was, his fingers slid to the top of his boxers and dragged it down and over his cock, letting the throbbing organ spring free.

Keith sighed in content, sinking into the back of the sofa more to push his dick forward as his boxers were pulled down to where his pants were. Lance eyed his exposed cock like it was a piece of candy and wasted no time in wrapping his hands around the fleshy base, much to both of their pleasure.

"Wow, I totally scored big time." Lance chuckled, scaling the underside of Keith's length with his thumb until it reached the head of his cock, spreading his precum in circular motions.

A shiver ran through Keith's body as he groaned, legs spreading apart wider so that Lance could scoot closer, squeezing his cock and pressing his thumb against the tip with more force.

Keith was throbbing furiously, his dick growing hotter and hotter in Lance's hand as he began to pump slowly, and by the gods, it felt so good to finally have attention given to his dick. He must've been even more backed up than he'd realized, because he was feeling extra sensitive to touch. Either that or Lance's fingers were just incredibly skilled, and honestly it could've been either one as Keith struggled to keep his breathing under control.

"Lance..." The name came out in a whisper from Keith's mouth as he glanced down, watching Lance's hand move up and down his cock while the other hand ran fingers against his inner thigh lightly.

He was clearly still just teasing Keith as his hands played with his cock, exploring up and down the length of it at alternating speeds, and it was beginning to drive Keith insane. He wanted more friction, craved it, needed it.

His hips bucked forward impatiently, earning him a chuckle from Lance.

"Somebody's getting desperate, hm?" His hands stopped completely to tease Keith even further, looking up innocently.

"Lance," Keith groaned, voice nearing a commanding tone for the first time that night.

Lance's eyes fluttered up at him as he chuckled. "As you wish," he breathed out, moving forward more in between Keith's legs to place a light kiss against the head of his cock.

The contact between Lance's lips and his dick sent a jolt up his spine, even if it was brief. His legs spread wider apart and his hands grabbed the sofa in anticipation, and then, Lance's mouth finally wrapped around him, tongue lightly flicking against the bottom of his head and drawing out a long moan from Keith's throat.

His head moved down on Keith's cock more, engulfing the length in his warm mouth while his tongue continued swirling around it. Keith clenched his teeth together, the wetness of Lance's mouth bombarding him with surreal pleasure.

A part of him longed to place his hand on Lance's head, to guide him against his dick, but he knew Lance didn't need guidance. He was in control here, and Keith didn't mind letting him lead for now.

Lance continued moving forward, eyes closed as he focused on taking in Keith's cock. He was sure that Lance would stop at any moment, but he didn't. Lance's head kept going down on Keith, engulfing him further and further until he had the entire dick in his mouth.

Keith's back arched in pleasure as he looked down at him with wide eyes. He could feel the tip of his cock poking Lance's throat, but Lance didn't seem to care as he hollowed his cheeks in and sucked, the sudden suction sending waves of immense pleasure through Keith's body like wildfire.

"Fuck, Lance!" Keith's face tensed in passion as his fingers curled into the sofa and clawed the cushions laboriously. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and his breaths were heavy and shallow as he looked down at him.

Lance kept his eyes open, blue jewels blinking up at Keith innocently as he sucked and deepthroated his cock skillfully. Keith couldn't believe how easily Lance could take his entire cock without choking, and on top of that, he managed to keep such a sweet and pure look on his face while doing it.

His tongue vibrated back and forth beneath Keith's cock as his tight throat flexed around his tip, drawing out more moans from Keith. It was easily the most mind-blowing blowjob he had ever experienced, and while he didn't have sex too often, that was still saying something.

"You're...amazing at this," Keith breathed out, his mildly drunk mind still just firing out the compliments. It was true, though. Lance was either a natural at sucking dick or he had had a lot of practice.

Lance's ass waggled back and forth in response to the compliment, turning Keith on even more. His lips tightened around the base of his cock before he started to moan, the sound vibrating against Keith's dick and straight up his body.

"Oh...!" Keith's chest heaved as breathing suddenly became significantly more difficult. His hand reached down to cup Lance's cheek, thumb tracing his jawline appreciatively.

Lance seemed to recoil at the sudden gentle touch, pulling off of his cock a bit. Keith looked down panickedly, worried that he may have overstepped some sort of boundary. When he looked, though, Lance showed no signs of discomfort as he went back down on Keith again, and he wondered if he had just imagined the sudden recoil.

The stripper bobbed his head along Keith's cock, moving up and down the length and letting the tip penetrate his throat each time.

Keith could feel his knees growing weaker by the second as pleasure seized his body and made him extra sensitive to Lance's sucking and bobbing. His back pushed into the sofa more as he looked down, never breaking eye contact with that innocent blue gaze.

Lance's mouth made the most lewd of noises with each bob of his head, speeding up the movement of his mouth as if desperate for Keith's cum.

Keith was most certainly desperate as he bucked his hips forward into Lance's hot mouth, panting and sweating intensely. The look in those blue eyes just seemed to get more innocent by the second despite the dirty things Lance was doing, and the contrast just brought Keith closer to the edge.

He could feel the head of his cock abusing Lance's throat - hard. He didn't seem to possess a gag reflex of any kind, taking each hit easily and bobbing his head faster and faster. His fingers suddenly cupped Keith's balls, fondling them before squeezing them firmly but gently, and that was what finally caused a familiar tightening in the pit of Keith's stomach that he hadn't felt in far too long.

"God...Lance! I'm gonna cum!" Keith warned, mouth parted open in a pleasured cry. Instead of pulling off, Lance just bobbed his head more before shoving his face forward into Keith's crotch, and like a cup of water brimming to the tip, Keith spilled over.

He gave a loud cry of fulfillment as his toes curled in ecstasy, unable to stop himself from bucking forward as Lance practically sucked the cum from his dick. It was easily one of the hardest and best orgasms he'd ever experienced as he shot load after load of warm cum down Lance's throat, the wet suctioning never fading for a second.

His body spasmed with each burst of cum, eyes opening slightly to watch Lance's throat bob, signifying that he was indeed swallowing every drop that Keith supplied him. That just made Keith cum harder, his thick seed spilling into Lance's mouth for a few more seconds before he began to come down from his sex high, gasping for air.

"Holy fuck..." He cursed, sweaty body relaxing back into the sofa completely as he stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Lance climbed up next to him on the sofa, scooting his body close and licking his lips, showing no signs of having spilled any of Keith's cum. "Delicious. Did you enjoy that?"

"I did a lot more than just 'enjoy' that," Keith breathed out, lifting his head a bit just so that he could look Lance in the eyes. "You were incredible. Is your throat okay, though?" His hand reached forward a bit to lightly touch Lance's neck, causing the stripper to momentarily flinch.

This alarmed Keith, and he quickly withdrew his hand while looking Lance over worriedly. "Does it hurt?"

"Huh? No! Just...I just wasn't expecting...never mind. Sorry about that..." Lance's face reddened a bit as he looked down, and even though Keith was still confused, he couldn't help but find Lance really adorable the way he was right now.

"I don't really get it, but you're cute when you're flustered."

Wow. Okay, so that just came out without warning. Stupid filterless mildly half-drunk piece of shit brain or whatever. He honestly couldn't regret it much, though; not when it earned him more blushing from Lance. It was such a stark contrast to the stripper's usual sexual personality, and while Keith did find Lance incredibly alluring, this side of him was enticing in a completely different way.

"Um...thanks...you're cute, too." Lance did his best to smile at Keith flirtatiously, and it sort of worked, but the blush was still just barely visible. Seeing him try to hide it made Keith wonder if Lance didn't like being flustered. Whatever the case, Keith knew he sure liked it. Hearing Lance call him cute was nice, and he was about to respond when suddenly Lance stood back up with his hands tugging at his panties.

"We should hurry and get you what you really came here for. Don't worry; I promise I can get you hard and get you off again quickly!" He winked, hips swaying in a seductive manner.

Keith's eyes widened at the implications, and he quickly straightened his back a bit. "What? Oh, no, that's alright! I, uh...didn't come here for that!" Thank god his brain managed to stay sensible when it came to this. He was getting conflicted all over again, because yes, when he looked at the big picture, he had come here to relieve himself of his sexual frustrations, but technically he had told himself he was just gonna check the club out. Using another man just to get off wasn't really supposed to be a part of his schedule, but here he was.

"I shouldn't have used you to get off," Keith muttered guiltily. It probably made no sense for him to be admitting his regrets to Lance, but his mind seemed to be deciding to not fuck anything except for logic tonight. Seriously, he hadn't even drank that much! Shiro would be so disappointed with how poorly Keith was handling his alcohol.

Lance was just eyeing him like he was crazy. "...what are you talking about? This is literally my job. I'm used to being used for this stuff."

Keith's eyes widened a bit as he looked up, meeting Lance's serious and somewhat dismal gaze. His last sentence only furthered Keith's guilt, since he just emphasized that, yes, Keith had indeed just used him, and even worse was the fact that Lance was used to being used for this kind of stuff.

The thought ate away at Keith's conscience and put things into perspective for him, because the two of them didn't seem to be much different in age. Why was Lance working in a place like this to begin with?

Keith wanted to ask, to understand Lance's words a bit more, but his morals won out over his semi-drunk mind. "This strip club stuff just isn't really my type of thing," he said instead, not wanting to infringe on Lance's privacy.

Lance's face lightened up at that, and he even giggled a little, losing the solemn look from earlier. "Okay, you're definitely new. If I had any doubts about it before, they're gone now." He gasped suddenly, leaning forward a bit. "Wait, are you a virgin? Not to be offensive or anything; nothing wrong with virgins!"

Keith's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What? No! I'm not a virgin!"

Lance chuckled more. "Are you sure? Because you sorta act like one."

"Of course I'm sure! What makes me seem like a virgin to you?"

He looked up thoughtfully for a moment before smiling at Keith. "The way you talk to me and everything, it just screams virgin!"

Keith grumbled a bit. "How are you expecting for me to talk to you? You're a human, so I'm going to treat you like one." He spoke definitively, and Lance fell suddenly silent with an unreadable expression on his face.

What Keith was saying was true - he wasn't a virgin by any means, but that didn't mean he was going to treat Lance as anything other than human.

"I'm not going to objectify you to a 'slut', like all those other guys at the performance."

Lance blinked up at Keith a few times before his smirk reappeared on his face, and he leaned forward. "But Keith, I am a slut!" He cooed, drawing out the vowel in Keith's name as his eyelashes flitted in a seductive manner.

Keith's palms began sweating slightly in discomfort and distaste. There was nothing sexy about slut shaming to him; he just found the concept repulsive and degrading. Lance seemed to pick up on this just as quickly as he had with Keith's unease with the 'daddy' thing during the blowjob, because he backed up to give Keith some more space before bouncing to his feet.

"...well, if you don't want to touch me anymore...shall we head back to the main room?" He took a few steps towards the door before stopping to twist his body around to look at Keith, tilting his head a bit.

Fuck. Even now, Lance was indescribably cute. "Yeah, sounds good." Keith pulled his boxers and pants back up before following after Lance, grateful that his knees were somehow still working after Lance's blowjob turned them to jelly just minutes prior.

Keith was going to suggest he leave as soon as they returned to the main area since he still felt guilty just by being here, but Lance grabbed him and tugged him over to the bar counter.

"Coran, get me a piece of paper and a pen, please!" Lance called out to the ginger man before sitting down and turning to face Keith with a smile.

Keith rose an eyebrow, sitting next to him. "Actually...I was about to, uh..." he trailed off, not wanting to make Lance feel even more used by just dropping him and leaving, but really, wasn't that his only option?

Lance watched him struggle to speak, lips curling up in amusement. "Hey, chill out, I'm not expecting you to stay after getting off. I just thought I'd write down my phone number for you first."

Keith smiled apologetically. "Again, I'm sorry about - wait, what?"

"Yeah! I gotta get you my phone number before you leave, of course!" Lance beamed at him and spoke like this was the obvious course of action.

Keith stared blankly at Lance for a moment, gulping. "...for what?"

Lance rolled his eyes good-naturedly, leaning his elbow onto the counter. "What else do people exchange phone numbers for? For staying in contact, of course! I know you're all virgin-like, but even you could've figured that one out. Oh! Thanks, Coran!" Lance took the pen and paper from Coran and began scribbling down numbers as Keith sat still in shock at this sudden turn of events.

Lance was giving Keith his number? Why? Why did Lance want to stay in contact with him? Did Keith even want this? Did he want to stay in contact with Lance?

To his surprise, the answer to that question was more complicated than he'd thought it would be now that he was considering the idea. He had had fun with Lance; it was the concept of a strip club itself that was turning Keith away.

He disliked the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of people putting their bodies on display, and he hated the fact that Lance was 'used to being used'. But in a way, that was another reason for him to keep in contact with Lance...maybe it would help him feel less like he used Lance.

"Here!" Keith snapped out of his reverie and back to Lance in surprise as he held out the piece of paper towards him. He hesitated for a second before slowly reaching forward and accepting the paper.

Lance bounced in his seat with a wide smile, and Keith was again reminded of how precious that smile was. "...thanks." Keith muttered. He stared at Lance's smile for a little before a group of semi-naked dancers made their way over to the bar counter, clinging onto a man who was groping them everywhere. The scene was very uncomfortable to look at for Keith and reminded him that he needed to get out of here. "I, uh...think I should go."

Lance nodded, hands in his lap. "See you soon, then!"

Keith froze for a moment at Lance implying he wanted him to come back to the Web some time. He couldn't make any promises for that, but he could at least promise he'd talk to him.

"I'll text you later," he suggested, standing up from his seat.

"Sounds good!" Lance gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up that Keith found incredibly endearing before heading for the exit door. Before he left, though, he had to pause briefly to look back at Lance one last time, the multi-colored lights overhead lighting up the dancer's features in multiple shades of red, blue and purple. He looked just as beautiful as sitting there as he had on stage, and it made Keith smile as he left the building.

He still felt dumb about coming to a strip club in the first place, and his regret over using Lance for his own sexual needs was still very much prevalent...but he wanted to see Lance again. He wanted to make it up to him for just using him today. So, he decided he would.

***~Lance~***

Lance sighed, leaning his face into one hand as he watched Keith walk away from behind. He briefly wondered if it had been a good idea to invite him to come back to the Web, given how strangely Keith had treated him...

He shook his head to clear it, briefly glancing at the man right next to him who was touching the strippers that clung to him and was treating them how most people treated strippers like Lance at the Web.

It wasn't that Keith was strange or different...he had just been really drunk. That was the only answer Lance could come to as he got up and began walking to the bathroom to freshen himself up a bit. That was the only reason he could think of as to why Keith seemed to be so considerate. Either he was really drunk, or he was trying to get something from Lance, which Lance didn't mind.

Whatever it was, he was easy money for Lance, and that was all that mattered. The things Keith said while drunk didn't matter because he didn't know what he was saying.

"You're a human, so I'm going to treat you like one."

Lance wasn't human.

Lance was something lesser.

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