Fourteen Days (5 Days Left)

Day 11 (Perfect)

(Lance)

I lay on my side, Keith on his side facing me. My arms were wrapped around his head, cradling it, and his face was buried in my chest, with my chin resting on top of his head. His arm wrapped over my side, and our legs intertwined.

I looked down and wondered how he could even breath. My lips were dry, my throat desperate for water, and my stomach already grumbling. But I didn't dare move a muscle. I only held on a little tighter.
I thought of what he said last night.
'I don't have anything else to miss.' He had said.

Already I felt a pain at the thought, and held him tighter. I moved my head closer, and decided I could never be close enough.

Eventually he began to stir, and I released his head, as he fell into his back.
"Morning chipmunk." I said with a smile.
He smiled. "Morning...cross eyes."
I gave him a disapproving look.
"A good boyfriend would come up with a nicer name." He rolled his eyes and smiled.
"I'll try." He said groggily.

We got up, and got dressed. Then brought his tight red clothes that I had been wearing back to his room. "So, what are we doing today?" He asked, as we covertly held hands walking down the hall, keeping an eye out for any interlopers.
I mused over the ideas. "Hm, probably not gymnastics."
He groaned, and shook his head.
"Definitely not."

"Then, swimming lessons part two?" I asked. He thought about it, and nodded. "That works for me."

We made our way to the kitchen, thankfully we seemed to be the only ones awake, and we were able to eat in peace. Keith sat on the counter for me as I cooked, and even if I didn't want to cook at all, it was worth the view. Though I was distracted a few times. I pushed his knees apart, as I stood between them as his legs hung off the counter.

I pulled his lips to mine, and began to slide my hands under his shirt as his lips pressed against mine. I rubbed my hands up his chest beneath the shirt. He allowed it for a moment before pulling them out.

"Someone could see." He said smiling. I looked at the empty door to the kitchen, then back to Keith, and shrugged. "I don't see anyone." He crossed his arms, then gently pushed me away. So I slowly went back to cooking, but didn't ever take my eyes off of him for long.

We ate in a playful silence, poking and prodding each other in ways unfit for a public space. But I knew even as Keith looked at me, his eyes were always semi focused on the door.

I understood why. But it didn't mean I liked it. In the kitchen I lacked his undivided attention, which I never thought I would desire from anyone, especially not Keith.
'Yet here I am. Falling head over heels, for a boy I punched a few days ago.'

I saw the image of his bloody nose in my mind. And even though I knew he didn't care anymore, I couldn't help but poke him to get his attention.
"What?" He asked mid bite.
"Sorry for... punching you. And insulting you all the time." He rolled his eyes.
"Lance, you know that-" "No Keith, I need to apologize. It bothers me." He looked back at me, at the door to the dining hall, then nodded.

"I...I liked you. And I knew, or, well I 'thought' you were straight. And didn't want to encourage those feelings."
His cheeks got red, and he looked at the door again. So I spoke a little quieter.

"So, I just acted like that to avoid...well, this. The last straight guy I kissed was Thomas, and that didn't end well. But, still, I was an asshole. More than I needed to be even for that. So, forgive me?"

Keith smiled, and nodded slowly.
"I forgive you Lance. But, it wasn't one sided. For every insult you tossed, I threw a punch."
I nodded. "True, but it never really hurt, my muscles are just too tough."
He rolled his eyes.
"Okay, maybe it did a little." I added.