Pico x Boyfriend - High School AU

Chapter Eleven - Words

Hey everyone! This is unedited, so please let me know if you spot any major mistakes! I'll go back and edit this later, but for now I thought you all would appreciate a post after that cliffhanger lmaooo

Happy reading!
-pipthegoat

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   "WAIT!"

   Pico froze, whipping his head around to stare wide-eyed at an equally shocked Keith.

   Silence.

   Deafening silence.

For a moment, nobody moved. Pico stood, eyes wide as saucers and feet rooted in place. Keith, equally as flabbergasted, opened and closed his mouth like a blubbing fish, trying for more words but failing epically.

"You..." Pico gulped, and Keith noticed the hand still reaching for the doorknob was trembling. "You want me to... to stay?"

Keith, unable to find any more words, could do nothing but nod, watching the ginger slowly descend the stairs again. He stayed looking ahead, not making eye contact as he neared the couch. Both boys sat back down, postures rigid and the air thick with tension.

Pico's breaths were even, yet shallow as he gripped his pants, Keith carefully watching the ginger's every move. His heart was racing and his stomach was in knots. Pico looked to be in even worse shape, however, as his tongue slipped between his lips, wetting them before he spoke.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, so quiet that if Keith had been any farther away he would have missed it. The words were careful, yet unsure as Pico's jaw quivered.

   Keith took a moment to examine his friend's profile. His sharp jawline, his nearly straight nose, which only slightly askew where it had likely been broken. His prettily set white eyes, which refused to look at him.

   Pico was gorgeous.

   "Don't be," Keith responded to Pico's earlier statement. The ginger's breath hitched and his shoulders tensed at the words.

   For three excruciating seconds, nothing happened.

   Then, in a mysterious bout of courage, Keith grabbed Pico by the chin and connected their lips for the second time.

   Pico inhaled sharply in shock at the contact, but after a moment his eyes fluttered closed and he kissed back, his hands grasping Keith's hips like he could never let go. The pressure of his grip was sure to leave bruises, but in that fleeting moment Keith didn't care.

   Nothing mattered other than Pico.

   It started slow, both of the boys unsure and awkward as their lips clashed, clunky on one another. Eventually, however, Pico took the initiative to deepen the kiss, suddenly threatening to swallow the other boy whole. Keith sighed against the ginger's mouth, then shivered as Pico took the opportunity to slip his tongue past his lips. Everything about the kiss was sloppy and unpracticed on both ends, but their passion and determination seemed to make up for that fact as Keith found himself dipping back into the couch with Pico hovering over him, thumbs pressed firmly into his pelvis. The ginger put Keith's bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting and tugging it which elicited a whine from the smaller boy. At the sound, a low, throaty groan escaped Pico, rumbling through his chest and gently vibrating against his lips.

   They slotted their mouths back together for another kiss, this one long and heated, before Pico pulled away, his lips swollen and glossy and his eyes unfocused. His hair was tousled, and his porcelain skin was flushed pink. Keith swallowed thickly at the sight, panting as he gently brought his palm up to his own mouth. He rubbed the heel of his hand across his slick lips, his eyes never leaving Pico's milky ones.