#thread: lance

"I got it," Ven called out as he ran to try and catch the frisbee, he was too busy looking up and getting ready to jump when he crashed into someone. Gruntin and laying on his back as the frisbee landed on his chest. Sitting up he glanced at the guy next to him, "Shit, sorry dude that was all on me...," he mumbled standing back up, trailing off as he recognized Lance from having seen him around with Trixie. Holding out his hand he helped him up before tossing the frisbee back at Utena and turning back to Lance. "Seriously though, you ok?"

This wasn’t the first police gala Lance attended. This work was something he admired. Putting your life on the line for others? It was noble. Whenever they needed, he was more than ready to make generous donations to the police force. Many people judged him and thought he just wanted to show off his money, but he just brushed them off. He knew what he was doing and that was enough for him. Attending these events was actually really fun for him. He enjoyed putting his money towards good things and helping to fund nights like these. The force worked hard and deserved nights like these off to have some fun.

It was almost 7 am and Alexander has been up all night, tossing and turning on his bed. Up and slightly hungover. Both alcohol-induced hangover and a kind of a moral hangover. He looked over the asleep person next to him and let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t anything unusual that he and Lance hooked up after a few too many drinks at some party. It was always a good fuck but this time, it felt TOO GOOD, almost as if they were IN LOVE. It was way more intimate than Alexander would ever expect from a casual hook up; there were no sloppy kisses and rushing into it, instead, the kisses were too soft and the touches were too gentle.

Quietly, not wanting to wake Lance up, Alexander finally got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen. He focused his attention on making a pot of coffee and trying to get some food into his system. At this point he was ready to even go through his Civil Code notes, despite the fact the letters would just jump in front of his eyes, making him even more nauseous. Anything to distract himself from the flood of thoughts going through his head right now. He couldn’t be falling for his mate, this was simply out of the question. He was in love once, it ended so horribly that Alexander had sworn he’ll NEVER fall for anyone ever again. He’d rather die alone than endure this pain and suffering one more time.

He didn’t know for how much time he had been sitting in that kitchen, sipping on coffee and trying to force a croissant in his body. Caught up deep in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice that he had a company.