Casey_Emerson_Carter

"Lance!" Keith called from the kitchen, "I'll be right back, I'm picking Shiro up from his classes!"

"Okay!" Lance replied, forcing a smile though Keith couldn't see it from the other room. When he heard the door shut he sighed, laying his head back against the wall next to their bed. He felt like a child sleeping in a bed against the wall, but it's the way Shiro liked it, in case he had nightmares, it made him feel better, so Lance didn't note it.

In this case, it was annoying, though. He crawled across the entire bed, his ankle stuck in the sheets as he tried to get out. He fell to the floor and sighed. If it was any other day he would've laughed, but not today.

Lance stretched out and finally got to his feet. He huffed, walking to the bathroom and pulling out a small makeup kit. It was usually what he wore on a daily basis, but today he didn't feel like putting it on, despite opening it up and looking at it. It was because, in his makeup kit was where he hid his self-harm equipment. Just a razor and, funny enough, and tooth pick. It turned him off, set him in a slightly worse mood, and he huffed, "Stupid toothpick!"

He closed the kit and put it away, folding his arms and pouting for a minute. "Whatever.." he brushed it off, deciding to get a shower.

He made sure the lights were off, the only light was the illuminating glow of the small window up at the top corner. He sighed, undressing himself and stepping in. Usually he would take a bath, with nice salts and different added elements, but Keith and Shiro would be home soon, and he wanted to be dressed in time.

Unlucky for him, they come home in the middle of his warm shower.

"Babe!" Keith called, but then realized he was in the shower. He knocked on the door and peaked in, not able to see Lance through the curtain, "Hey, baby. Want some company?~"

Keith knew what the answer would be, and Lance replied with it, "No, sorry. Get out, Keef!"

Keith sighed and giggled a little, pulling away and walking back to Shiro.

"Let's cuddle," he told Shiro, and Shiro sighed and nodded. He sat on the couch, then Keith sat in his lap, and Shiro held Keith closely with his one arm. Keith laid back against him, and they shifted just a bit, getting comfortable. Keith tilted his nose into Shiro's neck, "Love you."

Shiro blushed, replying, "Love you too, Keith."

Lance hopped out the shower. He had a towel around his shoulders that covered his front and back, but he only took a minute to dry up as he reached for his binder. He wrapped it around his thankfully-small breasts. Yeah.. he was trans*. He sighed, avoiding the mirror completely as he reached for the doorknob, thinking, 'I can't hide this stuff forever... What happens when they want sex? I mean, they wouldn't pressure me, but I keep telling them no! I need to live up to my Lance McClain reputation! Even though there isn't a reputation..'

He sighed, shaking his head, 'I don't think they'll still love me, though. So maybe a little while longer, Lance.'

When he stepped out, his boyfriends were cuddling comfortably on the couch. He wanted to join, but since he was still in his towel, they could feel his skin full of self-harm scars and his binder. He sighed again, walking to his room.

Keith frowned as he watched, "Come join us, babe."

"Later," he assured with a charming smile.

(Pt. 3 coming soon)