Pico x Boyfriend - High School AU

Chapter Eight - Hands Off

TW: F-slur

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   Saturday arrived too soon.

   At around nine in the morning, the boys trudged up the basement stairs, still bundled up in their long-sleeved pajamas and flaunting their uncombed hair. They whipped together some breakfast, which consisted of slightly burnt eggs and undercooked toast, but neither of them particularly cared. The food mattered less when the company was good.

   They sat on the patio, freezing their asses off as the crisp morning air cut through their clothes. It was a valid substitute for coffee, and both Keith and Pico were wide awake within minutes. The latter was taking hits on his vape pen, each exhale on the thing smelling vaguely of artificial, sugary fruit.

   They sat in silence, watching the occasional car drive by, crunching the icy gravel on the road. Nobody spoke a word.

   It was peaceful.

   Until it wasn't.

   At around ten in the morning, an obnoxiously loud ringtone snapped both of the boys out of their respective bubbles. Pico drew his phone from his pocket, his face contorting into one of embarrassment and exasperation as he saw the contact.

   "I, uh..." he cleared his throat. "I need to take this."

   The ginger stepped out onto the driveway, rounding around the side of the house to take his call. "Hey, Amy. I-... yeah, I'm okay. But could I get a refill on..?" Pico's voice faded from Keith's ears as he walked away, the stiff, frozen grass crunching under his feet.

And Keith couldn't help but stare as his friend's sweatpants perfectly hugged his ass.

Goddammit.

   The boy was trying, he really was. But yesterday, when Pico had opened up to him, it got Keith thinking.

Pico... was okay with gay people. Hell, he was raised by gay people. But...

Why would this matter? Keith wasn't gay, there was not way in hell. He couldn't be. Obviously, he had seen all of these gay people in movies and on TV, and he was nothing like them. He wasn't overtly feminine, or squeaky or girly. He didn't look the part, wearing nothing but oversized hoodies and baggy jeans. And he sure as hell didn't like guys.

Just, maybe, one guy.

That didn't make him gay, right?

He still found girls very pretty; he liked them a lot. He liked their soft curves, their pretty faces, their long hair.

So... why was he feeling this way for Pico?

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It wasn't long before sleepovers became a regular ordeal for the boys. They would spend almost every Friday at Keith's place, partially because they enjoyed each other's company, and partially because Pico was dying to get out of his still empty home.

   Keith had still never been over to his place, and every time he would ask about it Pico would just assure him he wasn't missing much.

   He had a feeling that wasn't the case.

   Regardless, Friday had become a day to look forward too for the two; Keith's mother would make them a nice dinner and bake some dessert, then the boys would retreat to the basement and hang out; watching movies and making music.

   But this week, Keith had an idea on what to do. With a carefully written note in his backpack and regardless of the nervous flutter in his stomach, he was excited.