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Outside the door of Lance’s bedroom, and several paces down the hall, the doors to the elevator press together with a muffled click. There’s a beat of silence, and then a hum as the carriage descends.
In his room, Lance releases a breath, sighing out against his pillow. Now where was he?
He leans over to pump out another palmful of lotion, wiggling his shoulders against the sheets to readjust for the perfect angle. He’s half hard already, and jerks himself, easy and slick with lube, once, twice, ‘til he’s hard again, keeping his touch light and teasing---not too much, not yet. And then he lets his eyes fall shut, the fantasy resumes, his hand tightens, his body tenses. And that’s so much better, because then it’s not Lance’s own hand around his dick, but Keith’s.
And Lance doesn’t bother to calm the quickening of his breath---or slacken the pace of his hand around his cock, drag tight and hot---as his mind runs away with what his body wants.
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Everyone knows that Lance has a thing for Keith’s hair.