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“Where in the hell is he?” Keith growled, scanning the room for any sign of the man in question. After months and months of wheedling, poking and prodding, Keith had finally conceded and agreed to go to one of Lance’s Zumba classes. And now the culprit was nowhere to be seen.
“He’ll be here,” Shiro assured him. And, yeah, Lance had even convinced their other boyfriend to join. This just wasn’t how their gym dates were supposed to go.
On a typical afternoon or evening, depending, the three would ride the train over together and then go to their respective places. Lance would go off to his Zumba, or yoga, or spinning class, while Shiro and Keith did a few laps around the track before Shiro made his way over to the weight training area and Keith took out some of his aggression on an unsuspecting punching bag. It worked for them.
But lately, Lance had been joining them on their run, making noise about Keith releasing his frustrations in another way. And Shiro, that traitor, had been all for it, even going as far as to volunteer himself.
“He’ll be here,” Shiro said again, placing a hand on Keith’s shoulder and jerking him back to the present.
Still, it was two minutes till, and the only people reflected in the large, mirrored wall were Shiro, Keith, and about fifteen or so women. If Lance didn’t show up in sixty seconds, Keith was out of there.
But then the door opened and in strode their boyfriend, clad in a light blue crop top and a pair of leggings which read ‘Yummy’ on the backside. “Good evening, class,” he greeted before his gaze fell on Keith, a wicked little grin spreading across his face.
He was the damn instructor.
Keith turned wide eyes on Shiro, who didn’t look surprised in the slightest. Then it hit him. “You knew.”
Shiro simply shrugged, raising the volume of his voice just a little as dance music began to fill the room.”He also leads yoga practices on Tuesday and Thursday nights.” And before Keith could wrap his mind around that, he added, “They can be quite challenging.”
Keith gaped and then drew his brows down. “I can’t believe-”
“Hey, you two cuties in the back,” Lance called over the music. “I can’t have you distracting my other students with your chatter.” He put a hand on his hip and motioned toward Keith. “Why don’t you come up to the front of the class, so I can keep an eye on you?”
Keith looked to Shiro for help, but the other was biting his lip in an attempt to keep from laughing.
“Come on. Don’t be shy.” Lance smirked as Keith made his way toward the mirror. Then he winked at him before switching to the warm-up song on his playlist.
Oh, they were going to pay dearly for this.