Klance - Heat

Day 3 - Part 1

Sleep had overtaken Lance and carried him till morning, the boy still cradling Keith in his arms. Neither showed signs of waking and it was slowly approaching midday.
The door burst open, well it really slid open but the way the person entered made it seem that way.
Pidge jumped into the room, a blanket wrapped around herself and a mug of 'coffee' in her hand. She was given the task of waking 'Klance' up, that was what she liked to refer to them as. She wasn't really opposed to the idea of waking them up as she could get blackmail material, however she'd misplaced her camera in the mess that was her room so she wasn't able to.
"WAKEY WAKEY RISE AND SHINE CHLDREN!" She shouted. Keith woke with a start but Lance just lay there under him, dead to the world. "Would you not shout so loud!" He retorted, "I have sensitive ears!" Keith then rubbed his ears to emphasise his point.
"So..." Pidge started, "how was your night?" She wiggled her eyebrows and made a pointed look at Lance. Keith, realising his position laying on top of Lance, went crimson. "I didn't even know he came in the room." Was all he said, wondering himself when Lance had come to bed.
"Okay then," Pidge said, not wanting to push it any further due to Keith's obvious uncomfortableness, "well it's almost lunch and Shiro sent me to get you two up as you missed Breakfast. Get Lance up and come down in a few mins, kay?" "Mkay," was Keith's reply, his voice was as still a little groggy. And with that Pidge left, leaving Keith alone with a sleeping Lance.
Keith gazed down at Lances face, taking in his features. Wondering how such a perfect person was laid under him. He then remembered that they weren't in a relationship and, in Lance's opinion, they never would and that it was only because of the heating problem. Keith. His face started to move towards Lance's, he could feel the other boys breath on his lips.
Then he lowered his lips onto Lance's subconsciously, pulling away realising what he was about to do.
Keith jumped off out of the bed, dashing towards the bathroom as he felt panic rise in his chest.
This was bad, he felt like such a bad person. He should've just woken Lance up, not almost kiss him.
Keith looked up at the mirror, tears threatening to fall, he rubbed them away. He hadn't cried in years and all it took was one mistake and everything he'd bottled up was threatening to burst out.
He then looked up again.
This time Lance was approaching him.
All that was going through his head now was: 'shit he knows, he's gonna yell at me and I'll never have a chance with him. Not that I did any way! He's gonna yell and be mad and I'll have to sleep in my room again and die of frostbite. Which sounds nice right now, death.'
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Lance grabbing his shoulders.