bad boys do it better. (pico x keith)

pancakes and proposals

Keith POV

I slowly opened my eyes, rubbing them gently. I glanced around, the area seeming unfamiliar before my eyes focused. Oh, I was still at Pico's place.
I glanced up as the redhead, who was still sleeping. I nuzzled closer to him, feeling safe in his embrace. Maybe once he woke up we could have a nice breakfast or something.

It took a while for Pico to wake, but when he did, he smiled a little. Keith stared up at him, leaning forwards to kiss the redhead softly. Pico kissed back, chuckling a little.

"Do you want pancakes?"

He asked me. I nodded excitedly. I hadn't had pancakes in ages. Stacy hated them, so I never bothered to buy them. It was nice to get a chance to eat whatever I wanted again. Pico gently lifted me off his lap, placing me down on the couch as he walked back into his kitchen.

His apartment was small, but homey. I could see myself staying here longer. It was easier to get places and I'd be able to spend so much more time with him...

It was crazy, wasn't it? It hadn't even been a day but I'd already sucked this guy off and now I was kinda catching feelings for him. I mean, I wasn't in love. It had only been one day. But he was cute, and he was nice enough to let me stay and be a decent human being to me.

"Pico?"

I asked softly. The redhead turned to me, brushing his hair behind his ear as he flipped over one of the pancakes in the pan.

"I... I was wondering if maybe I could stay here for longer. I like my place and all, but its nice to have some peaceful company for once."

I explained. Pico raised an eyebrow at me, before chuckling a little.

"That's flattering, but I'm not peaceful. Especially not when my friends are over, that's for sure."

He responded, smiling softly. The idea of someone he'd just met coming to live with him was a little scary. No he didn't believe Keith would harm him or anything, he was just afraid he'd have to commit to something. He'd never done that before. He'd never been able to hold a relationship. And the one time he did, she dumped him for someone else and he never saw her again. He'd really loved her. That red dress fit her so well...

"About the staying here thing..."

He began, clearing his throat. I perked up.

"I guess you can... but don't expect this to become some kind of relationship right away. You need a place to crash, I get it. But no labels or calling me your boyfriend or saying we hooked up until I give you the a-ok, got it?"

He asked, grimacing a little. His harshness faded when he saw the giant smile on my face, and he chuckled a little.

"Yeah, yeah of course! I know its kinda hard to adjust, and I'm not ready for any labels. I mean I just broke up with Stacy anyway."

I responded. I didn't want to rush into anything major.

Pico's POV

Something felt off about what Keith had said. I'd felt it last night, but my mind had been so clouded with lust I hadn't registered it.

Then it hit me.

Stacy. Stacy in the red dress. MY ex girlfriend, who left me for the blue haired rap star she'd met on the street... named Keith.