Hijacking Reality

Chapter 5

(DISCLAIMER:Many curse words were used in the making of this chapter and a lot of booty hurt)

        The sun blared into his eyelids by the white curtains only being open slightly enough to let in the pesky morning beam. Keith knew it was all the curtains fault, being the way he was positioned on his side, of course his face would catch the glare. He exhaled a heavy breath of annoyance. All he wanted to do was sleep. Drown into a sleep that would make him fully rested and prepared for any obstacle in his way. Though, even if he wished for something as simple as this, it would never be fulfilled because once Keith was awake, he stayed awake. He wondered at times if it were a curse to only fall asleep once, or his body just hated him for some unknown reason.

        Speaking of his body, Keith could feel a cool breeze shifting over his bare legs that both peeped out from under the warm puffy lump of blankets he was under. He occasionally found at least one of his body parts to be out of the blankets in the morning since he was a very deranged sleeper. Sometimes he would find himself with his head where his feet should be. Normally in a case like that he just ended up being extremely confused. He casually threaded the blanket along with his toes until he was fully covered. He wasn't ready to get up and if that meant just laying in bed for a few more minutes he would do it.

        Keith furrowed his brows, he could sense that something was off. When he had moved back under the covers he felt air blow into places that were normally covered before he went to sleep. He only slept in his boxers, never the nude, except for that one time he thought he was going to die of heat stroke in the summer when his air broke.

        A shiver wracked his body as he wiggled his way further into the blankets. That was, until he felt a warm mass on his previously cold leg. He jolted up with his arms wrung tightly to his sides ready to take on anything, even while being buck naked. He took notice that an arm was wrapped around his bare waist as well. A nicely tanned arm that made his skin look like a ghost compared to it.

        "Oh my god what the hell," Keith spoke as his mind could not even comprehend the situation he just so happened to be in, "What the fuck? Lance?"

        Lance groaned as he shoved his face into the pillow muttering, "Five more minutes mom," he immediately went back to snoring which bugged Keith to no end.

        "No, what are you doing in here," Keith tried to pry the suddenly dead weighted arm that anchored him to his spot on the dreaded bed, that he now, just wanted to get out of.

        Lance pulled himself closer to Keith and snuggled into his bare side. He felt the messy bed hairs of Lance tickle his pale skin which just made him uncomfortable in a plethora of ways. He decided to try and bump his knee into Lance's side to get him to move but his knee met with only what he assumed were Lance's no-no parts.

        His face flushed as the pale color became a blotchy red. Keith began to puzzle these pieces together and he only got one outcome from it all. It was an outcome he never expected. The worst part was that he didn't even recall anything that had happened. How would it feel to suddenly wake up naked next to the person that despises you to the ends of the Earth, no excuse me, universe, and that you equally despise as well. Keith knew that feeling. No it wasn't confusion, it was the fact that he began second guessing every single life choice that led up to this single moment. An outcome that hadn't even crossed his mind.

        "Lance wake up," Keith's eyes narrowed as he pushed the others head away from his side. He wanted Lance to move so that the spidery feeling would stop crawling its way lower and lower down his groin.

        Lance's eyelids slowly rose as did he, to escape the grasp of Keith's hand that was promptly shoved all up in his business, "What do you want Keith? Can't you just let a guy sleep?"