Caffeine

Three

I wake up.

What the fuck.

I glance at the boy who's still asleep next to me.

I kissed someone and got drunk.

I should not have done either of those things.

"Lance?" I shake him awake.

"Hm?" He opens his eyes. "Oh, hi, Keith. I thought you went home."

"We stayed here overnight!" I remind him. "We watched a movie, and then we got drunk and kissed!"

"I don't remember any of that." He laughs. "Probably never happened."

"I need to get home." I notice. "Shiro's probably worried.

"I need to get home, too." He nods. He tries to stand up, but almost topples immediately.

"I'll drive you." I promise.

He gets onto my motorbike. I hand him my helmet.

"Just hold on tight." I tell him. He nods and wraps his arms around my torso.

I ride home and knock on the door.

It opens up and Shiro glares at me.

"Where were you?"

"I got locked in a damn coffee shop." I tell him.

"Watch your fucking language." He narrows his eyes.

"How hypocritical." I roll my eyes.

Then he notices Lance.

"Oh, thank goodness." He sighs in relief. "Now you don't have to worry about dying a virgin anymore!"

"Wait, what? Shiro, no!" I blush.

"Where did you do it? Not in the coffee shop I hope."

I bury my face in my hands.

Noticing my embarrassment, Lance interferes.

"No, my house."

"Lance, please." I sigh.

"Don't worry, he's all clean. We had a bath together afterwards." Lance smirks.

"Don't give me any details." Shiro chuckles. "Wait- what happened to Rollo?"

"He was scared he'd hurt my feelings by telling me he was in a relationship." I grumble.

"At least you got someone new." He offers.

"I was joking." Lance sighs. "I'm just a friend."

"What's your name?" Asks Shiro.

"Lance McClain." He introduces himself.

"Takashi Shirogane." Shiro shakes his hand. "Well, in the western format, I suppose I should say I'm Shirogane Takashi. But I prefer saying it how my mother did. She was Japanese."

"Nice to meet you, Shirogane." Lance smiles.

"Just call me Shiro." He declines. "You look exhausted. Want to take a nap in the guest room?"

"Yes please." Lance beams.

Shiro guides him up the stairs and into the guest room.

He gently closes the door, then turns to me.

"What's going on." He hisses.

"What do you mean?" I look at him.

"You smell like alcohol, Keith!" He points out.