Keith is maybe a little obsessed with Lance’s cock.
Okay, a lot. If he weren’t, he probably wouldn’t be on the Sanchez’s roof this late at night, leaning over the top to stare through Lance’s window. Roofs are incredibly dangerous to be on top of, but Keith is a dangerous kind of guy. Also a desperate kind of guy.
God, there he is. Lance Sanchez. Most likely candidate for high school valedictorian, class president, and the star of Keith’s wet dreams. He’s the antithesis of Keith in every way, right down to the argyle sweater he’s stillwearing hours after school. He’s sitting at his desk studying, but his computer looks like it’s open to images of guys fingering themselves on tumblr. Looks like Keith picked the right time to come by, then.
Keith raps his knuckles fast on Lance’s window and hopes he’ll let him in soon, cause Keith has been staring so long that all the blood is starting to rush to his head, which is kinda not where he needs it right now. He watches as Lance jumps and looks over at the window, only to see Keith, upside down and smiling like the Cheshire Cat, staring right back at him.
He screams.
From the floor below, Keith can hear as Lance’s mother yells up at her son in concern.
“¡¿Qué pasó, mijo?!”
“¡N-nada! ¡Nada pasó mamá! ¡Sólo una araña!”
“¿Me necesitas matarla?”
“¡No, Ma!”
“¿Estás seguro?”
“¡Sí, Ma!”
Lance comes running over to fling open the window. “What are you doing?!” He hisses
“Hey to you, too,” Keith says, still grinning. “So I guess I’m just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, then?”
“You-“ Lance blushes, and god, he’s so cute. Keith can’t wait to get rawed by him. “You can understand Spanish?”
“Uh, yeah? What else is there to take in high school? Also, can you help me through already? This position is starting to suck.”
Lance scrambles to pull Keith through the window, and Keith is reminded that he’s also the captain of the swim team, hence the surprisingly strong muscles, well, all over his body. Hell yes, this is shaping up to be a damn good night. Well, so long as he can still convince Lance to sleep with him after his little stunt. Right.
Feet firmly on something that isn’t shingles again and wrapped up in Lance’s strong arms, he remembers the argyle that they’re covered in. As adorably sexy as this guy is, he’s still a huge nerd, and Keith has to tease him.
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My Klance Bible💜
FanfictionIf you're new here then welcome! This is a collection of MY favorite, Klance smut. Well mostly smut. I did not write all of these stories but will probably add some of my own. The authors will be at the end of the chapter. Hope you enjoy my collecti...
