S/W!Keith X Shy!Lance

Keith was a great dancer. Even at a college school party, which he never usually attended, he was a sweaty attraction.

He was eyeing Lance, who was eyeing back. The sound of the music was loud. Lance made his way through the crowd to Keith, eventually grasping his hips and they swayed together. Keith smiled.

He loved his job, but he'd never gotten a client this way. Was it working? Maybe it was the outfit he wore, black shorts and a black shirt, but he rolled his eyes at the idea--it was the way he was moving his body. Grooving. Grinding back against Lance as they danced.

Keith leaned back, now he was completely against Lance. He turned his head and whispered, "You want it?"

Lance wasn't one to pick up guys at a dance. But he had to admit, he was having a rough time, and Keith... He'd been noticing Keith for a few weeks now.

He nodded, "May I have permission to?"

"How much you willing to pay?" Keith replied seductively.

Pay? Lance thought. Who pays for a one-night-sta- Oh. A sex worker?

"How much do you charge?" he inquired.

Keith turned around with a hot smile, pecking Lance's jaw, "Well, that was free. But it depends on what you want."

Lance took Keith's hand. Was he enchanted? He didn't know, but he nodded, "Come to the back rooms with me then."

Keith smirked, I live up to my reputation, don't I?