Hand in Hand

Wrong

     

   

     He was wrong, so so very wrong. As he looked up at Keith's ceiling he thought about what he truely was doing, why he was still with Allura if this kept happening between him and his black haired friend. She didn't deserve this, and he knew that.
  Keith's subtle grunt in his sleep caused him to turn over and look in his direction, Lance's eyes fell on the scar that started at Keith's jawline and ended at the top of his cheek. He got that when they were so young it seemed, underneath the supervision of Shiro. He didn't think Keith's mom would ever stop being mad at the black haired males older brother. He half lidded his eyes a bit as he let his gaze trail down the others bare shoulder, the blanket was lazily laying on them. Lance took a slow breath and sat up, turning his head and looking at the clock on his friend's nightstand. The time read 3:20am, He sighs as he slid out of the bed, brushing his feet along the dark floor to find his boxers amongst their clothes on the floor. He ended up just grabbing Keith's instead.

     Making his way out of the bedroom he turned his head and looked at a mirror hung on the wall in the hallway, a light scoff left his lips at the deep mouth sized bruises along his neck. He sighed as he walked on, greatful that it was winter time. He walked into the kitchen and flipped on the light, the dinner they made with each other was still sitting on the counter, along with the drink Lance had knocked over when Keith lifted him onto the counter after they'd eaten. He grabbed a rag and started wiping up the drink before he moved on to putting away the food and doing the dishes.
     "what're you doin?" Keith's groggy voice came from the arch way of the kitchen, Lance turning his head for a moment to look at him before he turned off the water and wiped off his hands with a dry hand towel.
"The kitchen was disgusting so I wanted to clean it before you woke up, what are you doing up anyway?" He tried not to think about what went on between them just hours ago, Keith didn't seem too fazed.

    "You didn't have to do that, besides half of the mess was my fault anyway. So that wasn't exactly fair" Keith arched his brow up and made his way into the kitchen more, he didn't even bother to put underwear on.
Lance's face grew in a red hue, snorting some and turning his head away, closing his eyes as he rested his hands on either side of the sink. Tensing some when he felt Keith press against him from behind, the biggers pale hands rested against his own caramel toned ones.
      "Why don't we go back to bed? ware each other out again" Keith's voice had grown soft. It's the same soft tone that kept getting Lance into these situations.
"Keith I- I'm with Allura, and the fact that we've been doing this shit behind her back.. She was our friend before this." Lance's throat felt like it was going to cave in on him. He didn't want to say no to Keith's offer, in the back of his mind he knew he wanted to just let go and follow him where ever he decided to go.
   He felt Keith pull back and the sound of him starting to exit the kitchen hit his ears, his gruff and annoyed tone just made it worse "I know you're not happy. I know you don't want to be in that realtionship anymore. Quit playing with her."
Lance sunk into his shoulders a bit as Keith left on those words, jumping at the slamming of his bedroom door. He breathed out slow and turned away from the sink, shutting off the light of the kitchen and going to the front door of the black haired males apartment. He grabbed his thick parka and zipped it up, his legs shivering as he opened the front door and left the apartment without another word. Walking through the empty campus all the way back to his dorm room. Closing the door tightly behind him as he got there and plopping down on his bed, sucking in a sharp breath before it all hit at once.
He cried. For the first time in what seemed like forever.

   He woke up the next morning, sitting up in his bed and looking across his room at the long stand up mirror pressed against his wall. He could see Keith's hickies from there, Great.
He got out of bed and shuffled over to his closet, pulling out a turtle neck and a nice jacket to compliment it before he changed into some skinny jeans, turning to his parka that was still on his bed, his phone was ringing.
   He blinked a bit and grabbed his phone, it was Allura. He sucked in a deep breath, picking up his phone and answering the call, a surprised 'Oh!' on the other end of the line.
"Hey Lura.. what's up? why are you calling me so early?"
She chuckled on the other end of the line before she spoke "Early, Lance it's like 5 in the afternoon? have you been sleeping? everybody has been trying to get your attention in the group chat to go shopping for costumes tonight before the party, they all voted I call you and make sure you were still alive!" Lance couldn't believe what she was saying, he wasn't even that tired when he got back from Keith's. To be fair of course he didn't do much sleeping over there anyway, but he'd never tell her that.
  "Lance you there?" Her voice rang in his ear again
"Oh! Yeah sorry, I had a hard night, I just got dressed, tell the gang to meet me at the costume shop on Maine Street"
He could tell she was smiling on the other end of the phone, he however couldn't return the sweet jesture.
"Okay, Tell me all about how much fun you guys had tommorrow!" He could feel her smile deepen "I love you!"
Lance hummed at the 'i love you', the words that couldn't play on his tongue for her anymore, not that it was her fault of course. "I will, Talk to you tommorrow." With those words said he'd hung up abruptly.

He made it to the store after a rushed walk, at this moment he really wished he had a car.
  "Hey Lance! over here!" Pidge was calling him over, they were standing in front of the shop. They already had a bag in their hand which meant they'd already found what they wanted. "Keith and Hunk are still looking for their costumes, We're gonna change when we go get some food before the party. You know Lotor is gonna have nasty rich people food, something like caviare."
Lance snorts and nods, pushing the door of the shop open and going down the isle looking for his friends, though he didn't even know if Keith wanted to see him at the moment. Would he even be able to call what they had this morning a fight? He wished he'd get out of his head.

"Hey I found a matching Prince set, our colors." Keith's voice piped up behind him, causing him to jump and turn around quickly. Said boy was holding a fancy ruffled button up and an old timey princey jacket in Lance's favorite shade of blue on the hanger beneath it. In the black haired males other hand he held the same items, the button up in black and the jacket in a bright and vibrant shade of red, the only other color the other seemed to like besides black.
"Oh. You've got a good eye mullet. I suppose we're the princes of this rag tag ball then?"
Keith rolled his eyes after that statement from his blue eyed friend. "What now you wanna flirt?" Lance had almost hoped Keith forgot about the altercation in his kitchen so early that morning.
  Lance sighed softly "Look, I'm sorry about this morning.. I shouldn't be dragging you and Allura around like this, maybe it'd be better if I stepped out intirel-" Lance couldn't even get the last word of his sentence out before Keith had him pushed back against one of the isles many shelves.
"As if I'm willing to give you up like that. I haven't been your friend for 13 years just for you to back out because you realized you caught feelings for me. I know you don't love her, and sometimes I wonder if you ever did."
Lances eyes were wide, he was used to Keith's out bursts but this was completely different, he could feel the raw emotions pouring out in every word Keith said. He didn't want to lie to himself, the fact that the other was so emotional and passionate over something like this, over Him. It made his heart swell a bit and even put butterflies in his stomach.
"Keith I-"
He made a low grunt of disapproval "You can't even argue with me at this point."
   Lance bit his lip, he was always at Keith's mercy when he did stuff like this, maybe Keith was right. He never felt like this around Allura, Maybe he did when they first started dating. But now. Now it's nothing.
Keith pulled back after a moment when he'd heard Hunk calling to them about him finding his costume. Lance watched as Keith started down the isle to their large friend, following him up to the register. Leaving Lance there to collect himself.
  Lance breathed out slow, trying to get his heart rate under control. He pulled away from the shelf, fixing his shirt collar around his neck so it'd cover the marks still, making his way down the isle just in time for Keith to finish paying for himself and Lance's costumes, He knew the black haired male would do that, He'd never let Lance pay for anything when they went out together.
  He sighed as he walked up to the register and snatched up the bag, exiting the store with Hunk and Keith in toe, Pidge sitting on a bench just outside the building. They got up as they watched their friends exit the store.
"So what are you guys feeling? Denny's? Waffle House? ooh what about we go to Olive Garden in our fancy shit and confused everyone!" Pidge chuckled out an evil little goblin noise, as they do.
Keith shook his head and rolled his eyes "Let's just grab something from McDonald's and then head to the party, it's already almost 7 anyway, he said the party started at 8 right Hunk?"
  The large male nodded in agreement "Maybe next time Pidge?"
The smaller human rolled their eyes but in the end agreed.

  "Right. Let's go already." Lance spoke, and with that they were all on their ways to McDonald's.

     Though Lance's mind was far far from the thought of food.