I call this magic trick... gay panic
"I didn't take you for someone who wears name brands..." Keith said out of the blue. "Huh, what do you mean?" Lance paused, his hand frozen at his head with his shirt lifted slightly. It showed a small preview of his stomach. Keith motioned his head towards Lance. "That means nothing, I don't know what you're on about." Lance sighed, Keith motioned with his head once more. Lance followed Keith's eyes. They were focused on the waistband of his underwear that was peaking out of his track pants. Lance looked down at himself and then huffed out a small laugh, "Oh that." Lance laughed. "Yeah, no I'm not much of a brand person but apparently when you model for them they just send you a bunch of free shit." Lance chuckled before returning to cleaning. "Wait- you model?" Keith asked, his mouth slightly open and a face of genuine shock. And just a hint of gay panic, I mean blush. "Yeah dude, you didn't know?" Lance asked, Keith shook his head innocently. "Really? How? I've been on like 20 billboards... Within the past two years..." Lance paused his cleaning once more, he had to stop himself from laughing at Keith's face. "Billboards! Holy shit! That's really impressive!" Keith retorted, he no longer had control of what he said or his facial expressions. "Not really... I think it's mainly cuz of my skin tone..." Lance said off-handedly as he looked at his arms. "Probably not, I mean you are gorgeous," Keith said confidently as he looked at Lance's stomach to his arms and finally to his face. His stupidly drop-dead gorgeous face. Oh shit... I said that out loud... Run. Before Lance could even make a sound in response Keith was gone. "I- wha-" Lance shook his head and no he wasn't dreaming, Keith had disappeared.
Keith paced back and forth in his room. How could he say that?! And so confidently as well. Oh god this just got messy, "I've seen him on billboards. I have." Keith continuously repeated the sentence in his head. He hoped it would brainwash him into believing it, but truth be told he could only imagine Lance goofing off at a photo shoot and therefore not getting any photos. "Ugh! Fuck it!" Keith groaned, he caved and was now searching Lance's name in Google. Keith already knew Lance was conventionally attractive but holy fuck. Lance did not mess around when it came to modelling. There were several videos of behind-the-scenes and there was one clip in particular that caught his eye. Lance had been goofing off and laughing loudly with some of the production crew. Then someone said 'action' and Lance's face dropped instantly, the director didn't even need to count him down. And yet the photos were immaculate. It was causing Keith to re-evaluate his feelings and it involved a lot of gay panic, by the time 12 o'clock hit Keith was pretty sure he had analysed every photo of Lance he got his hands on.