Roommates (Klance College AU)

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With a knowing smile, Pidge stood up, nudging Hunk gently. "I think it's time for us to head out," they said, casting a meaningful look at Lance and Keith.

"Right," Hunk said quietly. "Yeah, probably."

"Okay boys," Pidge said as they stood up, clasping their hands together. "We're heading out."

Lance looked at his two friends sadly. "Awww already?"

"We've been here for hours, Lance," Hunk stated.

"Yeah," Pidge said. "It's getting late."

"Okay," Lance whined as he tried to get up to give his friends hugs, but he stumbled over in the process.

Hunk caught him before he hit the floor, and helped him get down gently.

"Woah, careful." Hunk chuckled, steadying Lance with a firm grip. "Don't want you hurting yourself."

"Yeah, yeah," Lance mumbled, still slightly dazed but managing a smile. "Thanks, man."

Pidge smiled softly at the scene before them. "Take care of each other, okay?" they told Lance and Keith, their tone lighthearted yet filled with genuine concern, and a tad of mischievousness.

With that, Hunk and Pidge walked out the room, leaving Lance and Keith alone in their dorm. The room fell into a comfortable silence as the door clicked shut behind Hunk and Pidge. Lance and Keith shared a look, an unspoken understanding passing between them. The air was filled with a new sense of intimacy.

Lance held onto Keith as he attempted to stand up again, revealing the card he had been sitting on the whole time.

Lance, noticing Keith glancing at it, picks up the card and shows Keith. Keith narrows his eyes at it. "Emo roommate?"

Lance's face flushed deeper than it's been the whole night.

"We don't even have an emo roommate?" Keith said, audibly as well as visibly confused.

Lance couldn't help but laugh. "You're funny," he said, collapsing into his bed behind them. "You're the," Lance paused, trying to properly form a sentence. "...Emo roommate."

Keith furrowed his eyebrows. "So you want to kiss me?"

Lance snorted. "We already did that, genius."

Keith shifted on the floor, turning to face Lance as he laid in his bed. "I have something i've been meaning to ask you."

"Okay," Lance said, his aura a little more relaxed.

"Are you– ah, wait can I ask it?"

Lance chuckled. "Ask the question already."

"Are you into me?"

Lance's heart skipped a beat, and he locked eyes with Keith's. He slowly nodded his head ever so slightly. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm sorry, Keith. But I really, really do like you so much."

"Really?" Keith asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lance, bolstered by the courage that only a few drinks could provide, nodded more vigorously. "Yes, really," he slurred slightly, the words tumbling out with an honesty he hadn't planned on revealing so soon. "I've liked you for like a while now, Keith. Like, really liked you. And I've been so scared to say anything because I didn't want to ruin what we have."

Keith crawled onto the bed, laying face-to-face with Lance. "Lance, I..." He paused, taking a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to match Lance's vulnerability. "I like you too."

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Lance leaned in, closing the gap between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was gentle at first, as if both were still unsure if this was real. But as the kiss deepened, it grew more confident, fueled by the emotions they'd kept bottled up for too long.

Lance wrapped his arms around Keith, pulling him closer. Keith reciprocated, his hands finding their way to Lance's back, pulling him in and pressing them closer together. Lance's fingers ran through Keith's silky, black hair, seeping the kiss even further.

As they finally broke the kiss, both were breathless, faces still only inches apart. Lance looked into Keith's eyes, seeing the reflection of his own emotions mirrored back at him.

Lance caressed Keith's cheek, brushing his thumb lightly over Keith's skin. He closed his eyes, and took in the moment, resting his forehead against Keith's. Lance continued to play with Keith's hair, a smile fitting on his face. "I love your hair," Lance stated.

"I thought you hated my hair?" Keith asked, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"I never said that," Lance said.

Keith rolled his eyes. "You sure have."

Lance opened his eyes, and locked them with Keith's. "Well, I was just masking my feelings for you," Lance admitted. "I love your hair."

Keith's breath hitched in his throat.

"And it looks so hot on you," Lance added, his voice very softly spoken.

Keith's face flushed a deeper shade of red, and he nervously swallowed down a hard lump in his throat. "Thank you," he stammered.

Lance offered Keith a genuine smile before leaving in to kiss him again. They explored each other's clothed bodies at random as their kiss kept getting deeper and more passionate.

Lance found himself pulling Keith on top of himself, startling the darker-haired make. Lance didn't waste any time before smashing their lips back together, halting Keith's thoughts to a stop. Lance slipped his hand underneath the back of Keith's shirt and traced his fingertips along Keith's back, causing Keith to shiver.

"Your skin is so soft," Lance whispered, breaking from the kiss.

Keith, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of Lance's touch, caught his breath, his heart racing. "Lance," he whispered back, his voice heavy with emotion. "I don't know what to say to that."

"Don't say anything," Lance replied, his voice calm and soothing.

Keith nodded his head and slowly went back in to continue kissing Lance, softer this time. Lance kept rubbing his hands along Keith's back, feeling his skin be earth his fingers and palms.

Lance wanted to make this moment as memorable as possible.