Douche or the Beast

Douche or the Beast Part I

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August 24, 5:06 p.m.

"No way! I am not doing that!" Carol stated firmly.

Three best friends were walking through the halls of their local junior college. Carol, Cooper, and Lance were being led around by Carol's older sister, Lindsey. Even though it was just the start of their senior year, Carol had talked them into taking a look at the junior college.

"Come on!" Lance laughed.

"No!" Carol said firmly.

Lance was currently trying to convince Carol to get some guys number that had been checking her out.

"He was cute," Lindsey piped up.

"Not interested," Carol said firmly.

"If she doesn't want to, she doesn't have to," Cooper said.

"Thank you, Coop!" Carol sighed.

"Anytime," Cooper smiled sweetly.

"Suck up," Lance said rolling his eyes. Cooper gave him a light punch on the arm, earning a laugh from Lance.

"And right over there is the main entrance. That concludes the tour," Lindsey said with a smile.

"What do you guys think?" Carol asked.

"Seems like an okay school," Lance said with a shrug.

"Why did you bring us here again?" Cooper asked.

Carol rolled her eyes, "well, junior colleges make more sense financially to begin with. This school does have a good graduation rate. It is also close to home."

"You are just trying to talk me into college again," Cooper muttered.

"Partly...I know you plan to go to the police academy after high school, but even with a two-year degree, that would raise your yearly pay. Not to mention, this school does have a great criminal justice program," Carol explained.

"How about this...I am not saying `no'. Seeing the school has given me something to think about and I promise to reconsider the college route," Cooper reasoned.

"That is all I ask," Carol said with a bright smile.

Lindsey captured the attention of her younger sister. The two walked ahead discussing something or other.

"She is stuck on this college thing," Cooper muttered.

"She worries is all. You know Carol is only trying to help. Plus, she isn't wrong. A degree would increase your pay," Lance chirped.

"You too, man?"

Lance chuckled, "you're my best friend. I can't help but want the best for you too." Lance playfully bumped his shoulder into his friend's.

"I know. I love you both for it."

They were walking on a walkway that oversees the cafeteria. Lance was on the outside of the walk way. As they made small talk, they heard a shout.

"Lance, you homo!"

Lance knew the voice. There was only one moron that he knew that would be that obnoxious.

Lance did not lose his stride at the comment. He raised his hand and gave the voice the bird before yelling out in a bored voice, "small dick loser."

This caused erupted laughter from Cooper. Lance also heard laughter coming from the Loser's table.

"That was awesome. I wished I could have seen his face," Cooper continued to laugh.

"I can promise it was a pissed-off expression," Lance chuckled.

"Man, your brother is such a dick."

"You're telling me," Lance agreed.

After the tour session, Lance went immediately home to finish his homework. He liked finishing as soon as he could. That way he could enjoy his free time without having to worry about his studies.

Lance was lying on his bed, watching a nature show about beavers. He couldn't help himself. He thought beavers were the cutest things. He was disrupted when he heard the front door slam. It was hard enough he could feel the vibrations from the floor travel through his bed.

"You little shit!" a voice boomed.

"Uh oh," Lance muttered. He quickly jumped from his bed and went right for his bedroom door. He locked it and casually walked back to his bed. Stomping of rapid footsteps approaching his room. Lance laid back down on his bed just as his door handle rattled and his brother started pounding on his front door.

"Open up bitch so I can beat your ass!" his older brother, Dalton, yelled.

Lance had his phone set on to microphone. He liked having blackmail material and proof. You never know when you might need it.

"You need to work on your persuasion skills, bro," Lance called back.

"You're so dead! Do you think you can embarrass me like that?! I am going to beat the shit out of you, you bitch ass punk!"

"If you hadn't yelled out like an asshat, I would have never of known you were there. Then I wouldn't have had to tell the whole cafeteria that you are a small dick loser," Lance explained calmly.

"I'll show you a small dick loser once you open up this door, bitch!"

"I'm good. I am watching my nature show, thanks. How about you show me some other time?" Lance called out.

Dalton continued to scream through the door. Punching and kicking the wooden structure the entire time.

Lance simply turned up the volume and continued watching his beaver documentary.

"You can't stay in there forever!" Dalton yelled.

"I can until mom and dad get home!"

"He is not your fucking dad!" Dalton retorted.

Ouch. That one hurt. That didn't stop Lance from responding though.

"He raised me. He is my dad, too. Plus, when he introduces me to people, I am the middle son. Suck on that, douche!" Lance hollered.

Dalton gave a few more punches before walking away cursing. The most astonishing thing one could ask? This man was a police officer. How the heck did he pass psych evals?!

Lance sighed but was no longer focused on his show.

Dalton and Lance used to be so close. As long as he could remember, Dalton was always part of the younger's life, but they hadn't known each other their entire lives. The two met when Dalton was five and Lance would have been one. Dalton's dad and his mom started dating and were married almost two years later. Dalton was excited to have a younger brother. The two played together and did everything together. It wasn't long before Lance's mother had his younger half-brother, but that didn't stop the two older boys from being close. As the years continued, they were inseparable and Dalton was always his knight in shining armor. He protected him from other kids that picked on him and would kiss his boo-boos away. Kissing boo-boos is no small task. It is serious business.

However, once Dalton reached puberty, everything changed. Lance was no longer a brother to Dalton, but he was the stepbrother. Dalton would physically hurt him as well as say anything to rile him up. In front of their parents, he was a model son, but when they were out of sight, he was a nightmare. In addition to his newfound douchery, all he cared about were girls. Once he got laid, that was all he was after. Lance was pretty convinced he might be a sex addict.

Once he slept with a young lady, he was on to the next. That was mostly because once a girl slept with him, they were unable to put up with how much an ass his stepbrother was. Sometimes he managed to get a girlfriend but the longest relationship Dalton ever had was maybe two months. The man was just unbearable.

Lance was concerned that he would never be able to manage a healthy relationship. The way he treated and spoke to women was disgusting. If his brother didn't change his ways he would be alone for the rest of his life.

August 31, 6:18 p.m.

Lance was getting home for the day. He was glad it was Friday. He wanted to take a shower and relax. This week had been a rough one. When Lance arrived at his house, the driveway was filled.

"Great," Lance muttered.

Lance had forgotten that his parents were leaving for the weekend. They had a conference that they were attending for work. Both his parents worked for...Lance wasn't sure. Some company that required conferences.

Friday nights Dalton always had his asinine friends come over for poker, beer, and reruns of whatever game was on. Lance didn't mind when his parents were home but on nights when they were gone, Dalton's friends would get adventurous and take over the house. It appeared Lance would have another night locked up in his room. His younger brother would be at a friend's house to avoid the commotion. Maybe Lance should go out tonight.

Lance looked for his house key in his car. Normally he left it in his cup holder. After a few more moments of searching, Lance stopped abruptly. The teen cursed to himself. Lance had been in such a rush this morning he left his house key on the kitchen counter inside his house.

This meant he would have to go in through the garage and kitchen. Where there was a chance that he would have a run-in with one of Dalton's friends, or worse, Dalton himself.

Lance was shirtless since after track practice. He felt sweaty and gross after running his heart out. This led him to take off his shirt when he reached his car after practice.

Lance thought about putting his shirt back on but reconsidered since it still felt drench with sweat. The only reasoned he toyed with the idea was because if his stepbrother saw him without his shirt, there would be some kind of slut crack.

After opening the garage door, he entered the house. He heard voices in the kitchen.

"Great," Lance rolled his eyes.

Lance kicked off his shoes in the laundry room, which was connected to the garage, then opened the next door which led to the kitchen.

Once opened, some heads turned to him but a couple of others were having a conversation and were not disturbed by Lance.

Blaine and Blake were two faces that he recognized. Those two goons had been friends with Dalton since high school. There were a couple of other faces that he recognized but didn't know their names. Lance knew they were from Dalton's work, too.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? Hey homo, put your shirt back on. Stop walking around like a whore," his stepbrother stated from the table.

Dalton, Blaine, and Blake were currently playing cards at the kitchen table.

Lance responded by giving him a little smile and flipping him the bird.

"Damn! You've been working out? You weren't that built last time I saw you." Blaine stated. Blaine had always been somewhat friendly with Lance but seldom would give the teen a complement so openly in front of Dalton.

Lance looked at him with a curious look.

"Thanks...I guess?"

"Get out of here, pole-smoker. Don't you have a date with your boyfriend?" Dalton asked.

"Ryan and I broke up. You are fully aware of that," Lance responded darkly.

"Guess you weren't a good lay," Dalton smirked.

"I'm better than you. At least I can get my partner off," Lance countered.

"Ooh!" came the voices of Dalton's friends.

"You little shit!" Dalton hissed and made his way towards Lance.

Lance, being the runner that he is, took off quickly.

The teen flew up the stairs at warp speed. He could hear his stepbrother's heavy footsteps behind him. When Lance landed on the top step his ran for the bathroom and locked the door in time for Dalton to collide with it. The older man yelling at him while hitting the door.

Lance pressed his body against the door letting out a breath. Eventually Dalton walked away while cursing. Lance stepped away from the door with a smile.

"May as well take a shower," the teen said to himself.

Lance enjoyed the hot water from the shower. He tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper and checked his phone. Before he hopped in the shower, he had messaged Carol and Cooper in a group text asking if they wanted to come over for a swim or hop in the hot tub.

His friends had responded that they would come over. Carol was picking up Coop and would be over in about thirty minutes. That was nearly twenty minutes ago. They would be arriving shortly. Lance walked out of the bathroom with a towel on but flinched when he looked up.

There was one of Dalton's friends, sitting in a chair, playing on his phone. When the man heard Lance, he looked up and smiled with a handsome smile.

"Hey there," he said in a baritone voice.

"Um, hi," Lance said with a tiny wave of his hand, "whatcha doing out here...sitting like a creep outside the bathroom?"

"Your brother was pretty pissed. I was instructed to sit here and let him know when you were out of the bathroom," the man shrugged.

"Do you do everything my brother tells you to do?" Lance asked with a raised brow.

"Nah, man. I chose to sit up here but I am no snitch. Lord knows I'm not his lapdog," the guy explained. He gave a half smile and said, "your brother rides you hard but he loves you."

Lance scoffed.

"He does, bud. He talks about you all the time."

This caused erupted laughter to burst from Lance. He laughed so hard that he had actual tears in his eyes. When the younger boy stopped, he looked to see the man looking at him with a confused look.

"I don't see what is so funny," the man said.

"How about we make a bet?" Lance asked.

"I'm listening."

"If Dalton has never spoken about me or mentioned my name before you are not allowed to defend his actions to me," Lance suggested.

"For how long?" the man asked.

"Forever," Lance said deadpan.

"If he has and I win?" the dark blonde man asked.

"What would you like?" Lance.

"A picture," the man smiled brightly, lighting up his handsome face.

"A picture of what?"

"Just a picture of my choosing."

"I'll agree to it because I know you'll lose," Lance said with a smile.

"Great," the man smiled.

"What's my name?" Lance asked.

"Mickey!" the man said with a proud smile. A smile that showed he knew he won.

Boy was he dead wrong.

Lance couldn't help but smirk. He knew Dalton would talk about Mickey. He adored that kid. When Lance stood there smirking, the man's smile faltered.

"It is Mickey...right?" he questioned.

"Nope. Mickey is my younger brother," Lance said with a sad smile.

"There are three of you?!" the man questioned in shock.

"Yup," Lance smiled proudly. He made to walk past the man to his bedroom but the man jumped from his chair, placing an arm on the wall to prevent the younger man from passing.

Lance looked at him with a glare, "may I help you?"

"What is your name?" the man asked.

Lance studied him for a moment before answering, "Lance."

The man smiled. The hand he had on the wall he extended to Lance, "I'm Brad."

Lance smiled and shook his hand, "nice to meet you."

"Are you heading downstairs to hang?"

"I have a couple of friends coming over to swim. You can join us if you'd like," Lance offered.

"Sounds cool. See ya in a bit," Brad smiled. He made for the stairs and gave a smile along with a wink as he walked down the steps.

Lance, Cooper, and Carol had been splashing around in the pool. Dalton, Blaine, Blake, Brad were also swimming. Sitting on the patio furniture with beers were a couple of Dalton's work friends, Hector, Jason, and Frank.

When Carol arrived, Dalton's anger was suppressed and he was on his best behavior. He has had a crush a Carol for a few years now. This was pretty understandable. Carol was the whole package. She was a tall drink of water, standing at five-eleven. Being a cardio fanatic, she had cardio workouts several times a week. She weighted at most one hundred and fifty pounds. Her long blonde hair was thick and naturally wavy and she hard sparkling green eyes. Carol was more than a pretty face though. She was one of the top students in the class. Lance was sure that she was smarter than him. She was a straight-A student. No wonder Dalton was infatuated with her.

Whenever she was around, Dalton did everything he could to appear as a nice guy. He'd flirt and charm hardcore. He was handsome with a perfect, white-tooth smile. He had blue eyes and jet-black hair. He worked out regularly like his coworkers on the force, so he was in good shape. With his looks and his charm, women feel for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

Carol knew better though. When Carol was a freshman, she saw firsthand how he treated girls during his senior year. He'd turn on the charm, get in their pants, and then be an ass. He'd mock them or spread rumors about them. Lance also knew that Dalton was overly...rough. He had the kind of sex that left bruising. Lance was pretty sure that was why almost every one-night stand was one too many for women who slept with Dalton.

Even if Dalton wasn't a complete ass and treated women right, it still wouldn't work. Carol was completely in love with Cooper and Cooper was utterly in love with Carol.

Lance understood why Carol loved their big lug of a friend. Standing at six feet, weighing two-hundred and ten pounds of pure muscle, Cooper was quite the stud. On more than one occasion, Carol has off handily mentioned his flawless olive skin and how Cooper's light peach fuzz hair on his chest suited him. Lance had to admit that Cooper had nice dark brown hair and beautiful full brown eyes. While their friend wasn't the most...academically inclined, he was incredibly honest and sincere. He was always willing to lend a hand to those who needed it. Even to those that didn't deserve it, he would help out.

The two twits didn't realize that the other returned the feelings. Lance had tried talking to each of them one-on-one but they would change the topic or start rambling.

Whatever.

If they needed Lance, he would be there for his friends.

"What do you say?" Dalton asked breaking Lance from his thoughts.

Dalton was asking if Carol wanted to hang out tomorrow morning. Before Carol could answer, Lance chimed in to lend her a hand.

"She can't. Carol and I have plans to hang tomorrow," Lance lied.

Dalton turned to glare at his stepbrother, "can't you hang out another day?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Lance smirked at his stepbrother, "no. That would be an inconvenience to me."

"Lance," Carol said under her breath, trying not to laugh.

"How about next Friday?" Dalton asked turning back to Carol with a smile.

"She is busy that night too," Lance perked up. "Hey Coop, Care, let's hit the hot tub."

Lance was in the shallow end of the pool. The water rising above his belly button. He turned to exit the pool but bumped into Brad, who was standing right behind him.

"Sorry," Brad said.

Lance felt a hand lightly gripped his hip. It was gone as soon as it had arrived.

"You're fine," Lance said giving a small smile.

Lance took a moment to let his eyes look Brad over. He was a handsome man. He had light brown hair and pretty light brown eyes. He was clean-shaven with a fine jawline. Lance glanced at his naked torso over. He worked out and he was hairy like bigfoot. It was like a rug of light brown fur. The thickness kind of reminded him of Austin Powers a bit. The man was defiantly hairier than his dad.

Cooper and Carol followed Lance out of the pool and headed over to the hot tub.

"You shouldn't have done that," Carol whispered, "you'll just make him angrier."

"He already hates my guts. What else is new?"

"Carol is right, Lan," Cooper piped up.

The three hopped into the hot tub while continuing their conversation.

"You too, Coop?" Lance asked.

"Look, his mental stability is questionable at best. He has cop friends. Just be careful. We worry about you."

After Lance's friends had taken a dip in the hot tub, they eventually called it a night. Lance made his way inside the house and up to his room. After such a long day, Lance was happy to greet his bed. Lance laid down and was out before a full minute passed.

Lance stirred in his sleep after being asleep for so long. He slowly opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he noticed was it was still night. Moonlight filled his room.

Lance felt something wet prodding in an extremely private area.

"Wha-" Lance croaked out but was cut off immediately.

"Shh, baby boy," the voice whispered in his ear.

"Dalton, what the hell?" Lance asked. Dalton had lubed up his fingers and was rubbing the entrance of Lance's hole.

"You know how it is. I have a hard-on and without a woman in sight. So, I came to pay a visit to your pussy," Dalton gave a slow, wet lick on Lance's ear.

"Dalton-" Lance lost his voice when Dalton shoved two fingers as far as they would go into his hole.

"What?" Dalton chuckled. Lance could smell whiskey heavily on his breath.

"You're drunk," Lance stated.

"I'm drunk. I'm horny. You're about to get fucked," Dalton said biting Lance's neck hard.

Dalton was not being gentle. He was fingering Lance roughly. Lance was in for a rough ride. That was for certain. At least Dalton wouldn't last long. When he was this horny, he never lasted more than five minutes. Once he was finished, he would pass out.

Dalton was biting harder now. Not to the point of breaking skin but it was uncomfortable.

"Dalton, you're going to leave marks!" Lance said pushing the older man's shoulders.

Dalton moved from the teen's neck.

"So?" he questioned.

"Last time you left marks, it was difficult to explain to mom and dad."

Dalton chuckled at the explanation. He lazily brought his lips to Lance's ear again, "I remember that. It was the highlight discussion at the dinner table. It was funny watching you explain that," Dalton kept jabbing and twisting his fingers in and out of Lance.

"If I had told them it was you, you wouldn't think it was so funny."

Lance gasped when Dalton jammed his fingers in as hard as he could.

"Then they'd really see you for the whore that you are. I wouldn't spare details. I would tell them every filthy detail. I would love to tell them how much you love my cock. I've kept every video and picture I've taken. I could show them in case they didn't believe me. What do you think they would say?"

"Fuck you," Lance moaned.

"I wonder if your mom is a whore for cock like you? I should test the waters. She's hot. I'd dick her," Dalton sneered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Lance asked appalled.

"I love tight cunt," Dalton replied simply.

Dalton leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. He handed the bottle to his younger stepbrother.

"Lube my cock," Dalton said firmly.

Lance took the bottle, popped it open, and squirted some lube on his hand. He reached and gripped Dalton's dick roughly.

"Mmm, fuck," Dalton moaned out.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Lance whispered.

"You say that every single fucking time," Dalton chuckled.

Dalton reached down to Lance's rear. He took his index finger, pressed firmly and rubbed circles around his hole. The older was preparing to add more lube to his hole. Lance let out another moan.

"But..." Dalton then shoved two fingers back into Lance and said, "you end up letting me have you. You let me take you. Every time. You cry out wanting more like the slut you are."

Dalton retracted his fingers from Lance. Lance let out a disapproving moan. The younger looked up and could see Dalton smiling evilly in the moonlight.

"We aren't done yet, baby boy. Don't worry. I'll give you the dicking you need. Raise your ass," Dalton took two of Lance's pillows and placed it under him.

Dalton spread Lance's legs apart and he placed himself in between them. Dalton leaned over Lance and placed a hand beside the younger's head. His other hand held onto his dick.

Dalton, the asshole that he was, actually had pretty nice equipment. At seven inches in length, it wasn't bad. He was a bit on the thinner side though. Lance would guess no more than four and a half inches in circumference. That wasn't bad or anything but as mentioned before, just a little bit on the thinner side.

Dalton dove straight in, burying himself to the hilt.

"Ugh!" Lance groaned out.

"Fuck yes!" Dalton groaned, "you're getting bred tonight," Dalton stated frankly.

Then the onslaught began. Dalton did not let the younger adjust to the intrusion, he just started pounding away. He would withdraw only leaving the head in before slamming back in. Dalton lowered himself so that their chests were pressed against one another. He put a majority of his weight on his left forearm. His right hand was gripping onto Lance's leg.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Lance's loud moans matched Dalton's thrust.

Dalton grabbed a handful of Lance's hair and roughly pulled his head to the side. Dalton took the opportunity to start biting and sucking on Lance's neck.

"Dal," Lance moaned out.

Lance's moans only encouraged to Dalton to bite harder without losing his thrusting tempo.

"Dalton, don't! You are going to leave a hickey!" Lance moaned out trying to pull his neck away.

Dalton only kept a firm grip on Lance's hair to prevent him from moving.

"Dal!" Lance grunted out.

Dalton moved his mouth to Lance's ear. As Dalton grunted out each word, the older man thrusted as hard as he could for emphasis.

"Don't. Fucking. Move. Away."

"Fuck!" Lance cried out.

"What did we learn, cunt?" Dalton hissed.

"Not to move away from you," Lance whimpered out.

"Fucking straight," he grunted in response.

Lance released a couple of tears from the pounding that he was receiving. From the pleasure, pain, or force of the thrusts...Lance couldn't say.

Dalton noticed the tears and slowly licked them from both sides.

`Gross. Who licks tears,' Lance thought to himself.

The headboard was bashing against the wall as Dalton roughly thrusted into Lance.

Thank god his parents and younger brother weren't home. Lance wouldn't even begin to know how to explain this. His legs spread for his stepbrother.

"Tell me," Dalton gritted through his teeth.

Lance knew what he wanted him to say. He just wanted to be defiant and choose to say nothing.

Dalton withdrew himself completely with a loud, wet pop. He pulled out so quick it was almost painful.

"Say it!" Dalton hissed. He brought his hand up and gripped Lance's throat hard, "I fucking want to hear it, whore!"

"Fuck me," Lance moaned out.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes," Lance breathed out.

"You fucking love it when I dick you, right? Right!" Dalton grunted, gripping the teen's throat even harder.

"Yes! I love it!" the teen moaned out.

Satisfied with that answer, Dalton slammed back into Lance.

"Then why the fuck do you try to deny it? Deny me?!" Dalton spat out.

Lance had an answer. He knew that it would piss-off Dalton.

"Jerk yourself off," Dalton moaned. He lowered his head beside Lance's while crashing his pelvis into Lance's rear.

Lance gripped his dick and started to rub furiously. He was close and wouldn't last.

As Dalton continued his pounding, Lance felt that familiar pressure building up in his testicles. Dalton released his grip from the teen's neck and gripped his ass. Slapping it hard several times, making Lance yelp.

Dalton's breath was getting ragged and he was moving even faster. He was nearly spent.

Lance moaned out, "I'm coming!" Lance called out.

"Fuck yeah. Come for me, bitch!" the cop grunted.

"Ugh, Dalton!" Lance moaned out and sprayed all over his stomach and chest.

His hole began to spasm, gripping Dalton's cock.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dalton moaned loudly and gave one final slam. He mashed his lips with Lance's. He licked and bit at Lance's lips and moaned as he orgasmed.

Against his brain's protests, Lance returned the kiss and moaned into his stepbrother's lips.

Dalton came hard. Lance felt the contractions from the dick that were releasing his stepbrother's load. Dalton began to kiss his stepbrother softer and more slowly.

Dalton broke the kiss and the two breathed heavily, panting.

"Fuck," Dalton whispered. He collapsed on the younger, regaining his breath. He rested there for several minutes.

Lance didn't realize but at some point, he had one hand rubbing Dalton's back and the other musing the older man's hair without any complaint from the other.

Once Lance realized what he was doing, he took his hands and placed them at his side. As soon as Lance had stopped, Dalton lifted up and looked down at Lance.

"You didn't answer my question," Dalton frowned at him.

"What question?" Lance asked confused.

"Why do you try to deny me fucking you? Why do you try to pretend to hate it?" Dalton asked looking hurt.

"I am better than this. I deserved better than what you offer. I am always disappointed with myself after we have sex," Lance answered honestly.

Dalton's frown turned into a cruel smile.

"You think you're above me?" he asked.

"I am above this sort of treatment. I am not a sex toy. I am a person that deserves respect," Lance replied.

"Respect?!" Dalton laughed.

The older man immediately stopped his laughter and landed a hard backhand. Lance felt the sting the second the hand made contact with his cheek.

"It is hilarious that you think you are anything more than a slut. A whore like you is only good for letting real men get off. You are a hole to be used. Nothing more. Don't pretend to be something you're not. Sluts don't get respect. Don't forget it," Dalton said with so much hate and conviction.

Dalton smacked the younger's face lightly twice, "sweet dreams with my seed swimming around in you, baby boy," Dalton then hopped off the bed. He put on his night shorts and left.

"I really have to stop letting him do this," Lance muttered to himself, letting out a sigh.

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