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Vivacious

Vivacious: Lively and animated

Lance pov

I woke up to light streaming through the window.
A beam of sun was shining right on my face.
I stretched my arms out in front of my face.
I turned to my left to see Keith still sound asleep.
I turned my head back around to look at the alarm clock.
8:30 am.
I don't even remember falling asleep! Keith was turned towards me.
He had the white duvet covering his legs.
I then noticed all the dark purple bruises on his neck I'd given him They were very bright on his pale skin.
I smiled to myself. I carefully got up out of bed and tiptoed out to the bathroom.
Hunk was still asleep on the couch thank god!
I saw the projector was still on so I turned it off.
I flicked the bathroom light on and cautiously shut the door.
I looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess and was sticking up all over.
I then quickly noticed the quite prominent bite mark on my on my neck.
This is gonna be fun to cover up. A few more smaller marks littered my shoulders and chest.
I yawned and wet my hair to soften it down a bit.
I then felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned my torso in the mirror to expose red nail marks in my back. Dragged down from my shoulder blades to my waist. I didn't think Keith scratched that hard! I rubbed them a bit.
I quietly tiptoed back into the room. Keith was still asleep.
I want us to be up before Hunk.
I better wake Keith up.
I got back into the bed and pushed my legs under the covers.
I shifted over to Keith and put my hand on his shoulder.
He stirred and turned away from me.
I began to softly kiss his neck to wake him up.
He groaned a bit and turned over back again towards me.
His eyes fluttered open and I removed my lips from his soft skin.
I smiled at him. Keith frowned and shoved his head under the duvet groaning again.
"Aw don't be like that" I coaxed.
"Fuck off" He hissed from under the duvet.
His voice muffled.
I pushed myself under the duvet as well.
Keith turned away from me.
I grabbed his waist and pulled his tiny body towards mine into a hug. He squirmed.
"Mm Lance let go!" Keith barked tiredly.
"Nope" I retorted and hugged him tighter pressing our bodies together.
I ran my hand down the right side of his body which was facing upwards.
I squeezed his thigh and Keith moved it out of my grip.
"Ugh let me go" Keith said wearily.
I grabbed him again and pulled him even closer so he couldn't escape.
He struggled with me for a bit was still tired and half awake so he didn't last long.
He gave up and lay still in my arms.
I moved my hand down again and laid it on his ass.
He growled in despair.
"Sorry, you just have a really really nice ass" I whispered to him.
He huffed.
His ass might look like but it's really kind of boney.
I made an attempt to slide my hand over to his crotch and he angrily smacked my hand away.
I laughed.
He sighed.
I let go of him and slid out of bed. Our clothes were on the other side of bed so I walked over to the side Keith was on and put my clothes on.
I looked in a nearby mirror in the room.
The marks are easily by my shirt. Keith sat up and draped his legs over the side of the bed.
He found his clothes and put them back on.
He saw I was looking in a mirror and came and stood next to me.
He looked shocked at his appearance.
I tried my hardest to hold back laughter.
I snorted and burst into a fit of giggles. Keith's shirt didn't cover ANY of the hickies and they are so noticeable. Keith glared at me.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry" I laughed.
I could feel his deep blue eyes burning into my soul.
He then looked at his thighs.
A few hickies were scattered down the insides of his thighs.
I'm especially proud of those ones. Keith tugged his shorts down over them.
"I hate you" He hissed and crossed his arms.
"Aw no you don't" I teased resting my chin on the top of his head and hugged him from behind.
"Do you have any makeup I can use to cover this shit up?" Keith asked frantically.
At this time I just noticed how much smaller Keith was compared to me.
He's so short!
Quite a few inches.
He was obviously mad.
"You're cute when you're mad" I said letting go of him.
"No, I don't own makeup" I said. "You're gay, don't you have makeup?" I asked. Keith was now fuming.
"No Lance I don't! That's a fucking stereotype you ass" He growled.
"My sister might have some concealer or something" I said.
"We can go check in her room" We both excited the room and quietly walked past Hunk and into Jana's room.
Keith stood in the door frame.
I looked around Jana's vanity.
In the first drawer there was bottles of foundation and a few sticks of concealer.
I picked the lightest shade and tossed it at Keith.
"Try this" I said.
He went into the bathroom and began to put some on his neck.
It seemingly covered up most of the marks fairly well.
Keith handed the makeup back to me and I went and put it back in Jana's room.
"Good enough?" I asked him. He didn't say anything and pushed past me.
He's so angry this morning jeez.
"Are you able to drive me home? It's early and my mom won't even be awake yet" Keith asked looking at his phone.
I leaned over his shoulder. 9:15.
"Yeah I can drive you" I said.
"You want to leave so soon?" I teased. He rolled his eyes.
I grabbed a piece of paper from our nearby printer and scribbled a quick note for Hunk.
"Went to go drop Keith off, be back soon" It read.
"Tell your mom thanks for letting me come over when she wakes up" Keith whispered before we headed out the door.