color coded [klance]

ten

keith's heart shattered into pieces and it felt like someone punched a hole through his chest. he wanted to puke and scream and cry and leave and go into the medicine cabinet and-

"you moved on quick," keith snapped, masking his heartbreak with anger, feeling several pairs of eyes fall onto him.

"as did you," shiro responded calmly, no malice in his malicious comeback, his eyes a stormy dark grey as they analyzed keith's expressions.

"i'm not dating anyone," keith countered, fixing a glare on shiro, indigo eyes alight with a fire behind them.

"you-"

"okay," lance cut in, standing next to keith and throwing him a look, to which keith huffed and crossed his arms. "my mom said you guys can drink as long as you stay here for the night. and this is a personal request, please don't tell your guardians, because i actually enjoy having you guys as friends. there's drinks in the fridge," he informed them, gesturing to the refrigerator in the corner of the room.

  "sweet," pidge murmured and ran over. "i'll be everyone's bartender for the night. but i'm still coming for your ass, keith." keith cracked a small smile and let his shoulders loosen up a bit. lance placed a hand on his shoulder, giving keith a worried look.

  "i'm fine," he murmured, giving lance a small smile.

"color? be honest."

"light blue. i'll manage, lance, i promise."

lance's hand traveled down to keith's and gave it a small squeeze, before he slipped away to play games with hunk.

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"lance," keith drawled, leaning his head back onto lance's shoulder. "if you don't win, no sex for a week."

"keith, we're not gonna have sex anyway," lance murmured, focusing on the video game. he was beating hunk and shiro, but just barely.

"what?" keith asked, looking at lance with heartbreak in his eyes. "but i love you."

"you're drunk."

"yeah, not dating anyone," shiro commented, his drunkenness getting the best of him.

"shiro," lance warned.

"no, no, you can shut the fuck up," keith slurred, pointing a finger at shiro. "you're the reason i want to fucking kill myself, so thanks for that."

"keith," lance whispered, lacing their fingers together as hunk paused the game. "let's get you to bed, yeah?"

"no, he needs to know what he's done to me," keith murmured. "he's the reason i'm fucking scared of love."

"let's go," lance whispered, scooping keith up, letting the black haired boy wrap his legs around lance's waist as he held him up by his thighs.

"you're a good boyfriend."

"i'm not your boyfriend, keith," lance gently reminded him.

"pfft, yeah okay," keith whispered sarcastically as lance took him up to his room, placing him on the bed. "i'm a good boyfriend, right, lance?"

"i wouldn't know."

"i'm a good boyfriend," keith decided, giving lance a lazy smile as the blanket was tucked up to his chin. "lance?"

"yeah?"

"can i have a kiss?"

"you're drunk."

"please?"

lance sighed and leaned down to kiss keith softly and gently, before pulling away and letting his lips linger on keith's forehead.

"i love you, lance."

"goodnight, keith."