Roommates (Klance College AU)

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The afternoon sun filtered in through the windows, painting the room with it's soft, golden hues. The sound of Keith and Lance's alarm clocks both echoed through the room as the two laid in a deep sleep. Neither stirred at the sound of the alarms, ringing profoundly.

After what felt like an eternity, Keith's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the light that enveloped the room. His eyes widened to the sight before his eyes. Face-to-face with Lance, peacefully asleep, entangled with himself in the same bed. "Wah!" Keith exclaimed in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. In a reflexive motion, he quickly moved back, causing the bed to creak and him to collapse out of the bed and onto the floor, pulling the sheets down with him.

"Keith?" Lance mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep.

Keith's eyes shot up at the other man, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Keith quickly stood up and ran into the bathroom.

Lance sat up, still half asleep and awfully confused. "Ugh," he groaned. He quickly turned their alarms off and laid back down in his bed, fixing his covers. "So annoying," he whispered to himself, referring to the alarm clocks. He soon fell back to sleep, completely oblivious to the situation at hand.

Inside the bathroom, Keith leaned heavily against the sink, staring at his own reflection as if it might offer some explanation, but his thoughts cut short as he noticed hickeys on his collarbone. "What the fuck?" Keith hissed, leaning closer in to the mirror.

His mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, but it was like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing. He ran his fingers through his hair, confusion taking over his brain.

Keith turned on the faucet to the sink, sound of water running filling the bathroom as he splashed cold water onto his face in attempt to fully wake himself up and clear his mind. His attempt at waking himself up was only partially successful. The cold water sent shivers down his spine, but his mind remained fogged, a tangle of confusion and emerging panic.

As he dried his face with a towel, he caught a glimpse of Lance through the slightly ajar bathroom door, still sound asleep. He sighed, knowing that sooner or later, he would have to confront Lance about this, but not now, not while his own thoughts were still a tangled mess.

Keith's headache suddenly began to feel so much worse, striking him like a freight train. He gripped the edge of the sink, closing his eyes tightly in an attempt to steady himself. The pain in his head felt unyielding, a relentless reminder of the night before, though the details remained frustratingly out of reach. He remembered Lance's high school friends Pidge and Hunk came over, and they had been drinking.

Pieces of the night began to float back to Keith as he stood there, gripping the sink. They had all decided to play that drinking game Pidge and Hunk put together. What started off as innocent fun, quickly escalated as the game became more daring and the drinks kept flowing. Laughter filled the room, each challenge outdoing the last, until the boundaries between them began to blur. Keith remembered how the night grew more boisterous, with music blaring and conversations melding into a single, continuous hum of noise.

There was a moment, he recalled, where Lance had looked at him differently, eyes glinting with something more than just the effect of alcohol. He strained his brain as he struggled to remember what happened, causing his head to ache worse.

Keith's frustration boiled over as he slammed his palm against the sink, the dull thud echoing in the small bathroom. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with irritation. The more he tried to piece together the fragmented memories, the more elusive they seemed to become, slipping through his mental grasp like water.

Taking a deep breath, Keith steadied himself, his hands flat against the cool surface of the sink. He lifted his gaze once more to his reflection, determined to face whatever consequences the previous night held. He looked down at himself, only in his underwear and hickeys covering his upper chest. He gulped, his curiosity further peaked, the remnants of their wild night etched onto his skin, tangible evidence of moments he could barely recall.

Determined to clear his head and gather his courage, Keith decided to take a shower. The hot water cascading over his body felt soothing, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax, letting the steam fill the room and cloud his surroundings.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open slightly broke through his tranquility.

Keith froze, water still cascading down his body, as he turned his head towards the slightly ajar door. Through the steam-filled air, he could barely make out Lance's silhouette standing there, hesitance in his posture.

"Lance?" Keith called out, his voice steadier than he felt.

"Yeah, it's me," Lance replied. "Just need to use the toilet."

Keith nodded, even though Lance couldn't see it through all the mist in the room. "Go ahead," he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. The sound of Lance moving around the bathroom was muffled by the water, but every movement felt amplified in the silence that hung between them.

Keith tried to focus on the sensation of the water, hoping it would drown out the awkwardness of the situation. But his mind kept wandering, taking peeks at Lance through the glass shower. As Keith got lost in his gaze, staring at the other man, Lance glanced over at Keith, trying to be subtle but caught off guard by the other already looking at him. Instead of looking away in embarrassment, the two locked eyes.

The tension between them grew palpable, filling the air with a charged energy neither knew how to navigate. Keith's heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears as he held Lance's gaze, unable to tear himself away. It was as if time had frozen, trapping them in this moment of uncertainty and unspoken desires.

Lance's eyes subconsciously flickered down between Keith's thighs for a short second before looking back up to meet his eyes. Keith swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, feeling the heat of the shower mixing with the heat rising to his cheeks. Lance licked his dry bottom lip as he averted his eyes and closed the lip to the toilet. He quickly washed his hands, not wanting to disrupt Keith's warm water. He couldn't help but move his eyes back over, stealing another glance of Keith.

Lance's cheeks burned hot as he was taken off guard by the side view of Keith scrubbing his body, soap foaming up on his body. Lance swallowed hard as he forced himself to look away, and slowly left the bathroom. He pulled a T-shirt on, over his head and laid back in his bed as he played on his phone.

He glanced down at the bottles of liquor, and spiller bags of chips on the floor between his and Keith's bed. He sighed, deciding he would worry about the mess later. "Gosh, how much did I drink last night?" Lance asked himself in his head. "I can't remember anything."