"Love is love, and you can't change that." (Pico x Keith :-P)

Play it cool.

💙Keith POV💙
🚫very SLIGHT smut warning🚫
The next morning I awoke with my hand all sticky and a white substance on my crotch. I silently panicked as I lifted up the blanket and realized it was on the bed too. I muttered "shit" over and over to myself as I scrambled out of bed and to the bathroom to grab something to wipe it up. I found i washcloth and went with that as I booked it back to the room and squealed when I found Pico stirring. I climbed back into bed and tried my best to ignore the wet spot on my pants and underneath me. I tried to act like I was just waking up but it was difficult.
"Good morning, ba- Pico..."
"Morning.."
I was silently praying to god that Pico hadn't seen or felt or heard anything since I am a sleep talker, so I just stayed as I was, holding my eyes shut.
🧡Pico POV🧡
(woah two povs in one chapter)
I woke up to find Keith not in bed. I was still half awake and half asleep, so I gave myself a minute to actually wake up. I saw a darker spot on the bed where Keith was as he scrambled back into bed and covered it up. He said good morning to me and I said it back, finally putting two and two together and remembering what happened last night. I didn't show anything on his face besides a light blush but in my head I was screaming, still not completely comprehending what happened. Keith has obviously been awake for a hot minute, since he was terrible at lying about things. Whenever he lied, he shivered or started shaking and looking around. Keith was softly shaking, the bed occasionally creaking when the shaking got more violent. I sighed and got up, putting my shirt back on before noticing.
"Ah shit..."
"What's wrong, Pico..?"
"Another wet dream. Whatever."
I just pretended it wasn't there as I got out of bed, walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to get breakfast for the both of us. I heard the bed as Keith presumably got off of it and vicious scrubbing. He probably had a wet dream too. I wonder what it was about...
I barely noticed the almost burning eggs on the pan. I normally wasn't the one cooking, Keith was the one with the knowledge in the kitchen. He could cook anything with whatever we had in the fridge and in the cupboards, even if it wasn't a lot.
After the eggs were done and slightly burned, I sighed and tossed them in the trash, leaving the rest of the carton open on the counter for Keith to do it.
He finally came out of the bedroom and walked over to the stove as an instinct at this point, grabbing the eggs and cracking them in a bowl while I sat on the couch, lazily scrolling through the channels for something mildly interesting. A few minutes later, Keith came out into the living room with a plate of eggs that he handed to me.
"What about you, KeKe?"
He smiled at the new and quite random nickname as he sat down next to me.
"Oh, I'm not hungry. Thank you!"
I sighed and began eating while he pretended to be interested in what I was watching even though I could tell by his facial expression. While he was doing that, I decided to pop the question.
"Hey."
"What's up?"
"Keith, do you like me?"