Lance is a Boy #4
Lance wasn’t asleep. He didn’t fall asleep in the hallway while being soothed by Hunk. He closed his eyes and sat there silently. Hunk was a source of comfort. He had always been. He remembers the day he came out to Hunk. It was unintentional and Lance wished it never happened but in this second he was so glad it did. He was forever grateful to the gods that Hunk knew.
Hunk and Lance had been paired up by fate, they were on the same crew AND had managed to somehow be room mates. Lance liked Hunk right from the get go, their first greeting and Hunk and Lance both shared an instant connection. They figured they’d be friends but never anticipated their bond to be near-blood. Lance remembered Hunk being sheepish at first, a little shy, nothing Lance couldn’t use his charisma to work past. It had been 2 days they were roommates, they were settled down after a long day, still getting introduced to teachers and classes, they had decided to watch a movie. Hunk chose the Princess Bride and Lance scoffed but didn’t refuse, it was a guilty pleasure. They started talking and the movie turned more into a source of background noise than a source of entertainment, but every single time Inigo Montoya came in screen the conversation dropped and they both recited his lines almost in sync with the actor, giggling like school girls when they finished and returning to their conversation. A silence fell upon them as if they were out of topics and Lance glanced up, Hunk looked uneasy and Lance suddenly turned into the protective uncle he grew to be as his older siblings had kids. A gentle hand was placed on Hunks arm and Hunk looked up, eyes uncertain and shoulders hunched.
“Buddy? You ok?” Lances voice cooed and Hunk decided that moment that he was going to say what he needed to say. “Hunk?”
“Lance I need to tell you something.” Lances face flashed fearful curiosity. “I… I’m.” His voice faded and his eyes dropped.
“Hunk you can tell me anything it won’t change how I look at you or make me like hanging out with you any less.” Lance gave a reassuring squeeze on Hunks bicep and Hunk smiled.
“Lance, I’m Not straight.” There was a silence, but Lances hand didn’t move and it wasn’t uncomfortable. “I don’t know what label I fall under but…. I just” he pulled away from Lance slightly, as if to tell the smaller man it was ok if he didn’t want to be there anymore. “I figured I should tell you so that you know… I know a lot of people are uncomfortable with having a roommate who’s…” for once in his life Hunk couldn’t find words, but a faint voice brought him out of his anxious thoughts.
“…awesome?” Lance had a gentle, supportive smile on his face and hunk felt his chest grow and fill with a sense of worth and love. A brotherly love, a love that he would easily let go of. “Just try and resist me, I know it’s hard but I’d hate to ruin our friendship by sleeping with you.” Lances gentle face melted away to a shit eating grin as he teased at Hunk who laughed and pulled Lance in for a hug. Hunk could feel him tense slightly but soon accepted it and hugged back.
The next couple of weeks made Hunk realize a couple of things
1) Lance was a liar.
2)Lance felt uncomfortable.
3)Lance didn’t like sharing a room with a not-straight roommate.
Lance would always change in the bathroom or his bedroom behind closed doors. Hunk shrugged it off as him being slightly self conscious or because he grew up in a big family where if you wanted privacy you needed to have your doors closed.
It turned into more than that, Lance was never shirtless, even when he went to shower he brought clothes with him so he didn’t have to traverse back to his room in a towel.
Lance would shy away whenever hunk appeared shirtless, Hunk would come out of the shower with a towel around his waist and walk to his room and Lance always avidly avoided eye contact.
Lance would compliment Hunk, then back-peddle, there was a night Hunk made supper and Lance joked “y'know if we were a married couple I would still feel the need to pay you for this cooking. It is Five star.” Hunk had liked that compliment, but only for the praise of his cooking, of course Lance had to backpeddle. “I-I mean not that we would ever be married” then there was silence and the warm feeling seeped into cold. Hunk had had enough.
“Lance I’m getting a new roommate.” There was a heavy sigh after he muttered those words and he realized it came from himself. He had decided this in the past two days, he enjoyed having Lance as a roommate but if it made him uncomfortable… Hunk was willing to let go.He was looking at the counter, not daring to look at his friend, bracing himself for any kind of anger or question that the small pilot had for him. He heard a fork clang on the counter and glanced up.
Lance was sitting upright as if he had been struck in the back. His hand was frozen in the position where he once held said dropped fork. His eyes followed Hunk and watched every action he made, every slight movement in his face and Lances eyes would dart in panic to study what Hunk was thinking. His face was a form of sad that Hunk had never seen before, his eyes were wide and desperate, his mouth fell open, just slightly, like he wanted to ask why but couldn’t remember the word. He sat there for a few seconds before standing up and pushing the stool away from the island he was seated at. He stiffened his face and purses his lips. Holding back tears. Hunk thought he was going to scream and cry and ask why in that wet anger sort of way. When you want answers but your voice keeps cracking and your throat can’t cooperate and your eyes for fucks sake why won’t they stop crying. But no. Lance just inhaled like he was going to say something, but his lip, then turned and headed for his bedroom as fast as he could without running.
The next couple of seconds made Hunk realize a couple of things
1) Lance wasn’t a liar, he did accept Hunk and loved him dearly as a friend
2)Hunk made Lance cry and he needed to fix it as soon as possible
3)Hunk loved Lance in a way he couldn’t explain.
He didn’t want to be Lances boyfriend, he didn’t want to sleep with Lance, he just wanted to experience life with Lance. He wanted to be his roommate and his engineer. He wanted to rely on Lance and have Lance rely on him. He wanted to be brothers with Lance. He loved Lance more than anything in this life in the most platonic way possible. And he had just somehow managed to break him. Lance was in his bedroom crying and it was Hunks fault and he needed to fix it as soon as possible.
Hunk walked over to the bedroom hesitantly, his hand shaking, ready to knock. He pulled it down to the doorknob, he couldn’t give Lance an option to say no to him coming in, if he did then Lance would take it and it would all be over. He opened it and right as he was about to say Lances name, Lance screamed.
It wasn’t a scared scream. It wasn’t an ‘I’ve just been caught doing something I shouldn’t have’ scream.
It was wet anger.
It wasn’t wet anger. It was wet despair. It was Lance crying and someone finding him and him getting defensive and putting up walls as quickly as possible. It was the kind of scream that sounded like a wail and made his voice crack and Hunks heart clench. Who had made him like this. Nothing Hunk could have done would have made him this broken, not in just a week of knowing each other. This is built up. This was years of terrible nightmares and Hunk blowing over the house of cards, making it all crash down. There was one thing that caught Hunks eye. Hunk saw scars.
Lance was shirtless.…to be continued…