Room 1013

Just Go

Lance watched as Keith sipped on his vegetable soup. He sat in his desk chair covered up in the grey blanket. His slim fingers held the spoon with a shaky hand. His eyes were red and irritated. His hair was messy and covered in oil. Lance sat in a chair next to the desk with his arm resting on it. He carefully watched every move he made.

Keith's eyes fluttered in his direction as his spoon stopped a few centimeters from his lips. "You're being creepy."

Lance kept his position, "Just eat."

"I can't eat when you're staring at me," he lowered the spoon back to the bowl and glared at him.

Lance smirked, "You watched me sleep."

Keith watched him laugh and rolled his eyes. He scraped the bottom of the bowl, "Yeah, I did."

Lance caught his breath with a sigh, "Hey Keith?"

"What no-" Keith's breath hitched as Lance's hand reached up to his hair.

After a moment, Lance flashed a smiled as he brushed off Keith's bangs. "Your hair's a mess."

Keith slapped his hand away with a flustered smack. "I'm-you can't just-!"

Lance laughed and sat back in his chair, "Aw, lighten up a little."

"Lighten up?" Keith turned to glare at him with eyes of gleaming intensity. "I'm gonna fucking die."

Lance's smile dropped along with his chest. He lowered his eyes and laced his fingers together, "Oh, Keith."

"What?" Keith turned his body back to his soup and lifted the spoon again.

Lance leaned close to him, resting his cheek on Keith's bicep and looking up angelically. "You're cute when you're angry."

The corners of Keith's mouth twitched as he tried to hide a smile. "Stop being so cute."

Lance nudged his cheek into Keith's arm and giggled, "Are you mad at me?"

Keith finally laughed and shoved him off, "Stop it!"

"Come on!" Lance wrapped his arms around Keith's blanketed shoulders and pulled, "Be happy!"

"Stop pulling me!" Keith stumbled off the edge of his chair.

Lance quickly reacted on instinct and picked him up to place him on his lap. "Whoa there, you almost-" Lance's voice stopped in his throat as Keith looked up at him from his chest. His eyes were filled with curiosity and a twinkle of something Lance hadn't seen before. Strands of his hair were sprawled over his nose and framed around his eyes. One of his hands had latched onto Lance's shirt.

They sat in silence as they stared at each other. Keith looked down to his lips and inched himself up Lance's chest. He pushed away from him to get closer to his face, keeping his hand on his shirt. Lance was paralyzed. His mind stayed blank as he titled his body away. Keith looked at his lips then back at his eyes. After Lance didn't pull away, he finally titled his head and closed the distance between them.

Keith's lips were soft and sweet. Not like honey, but like a hug. Lance leaned into the kiss and reached a hand up. Before he could touch his cheek, Keith broke the kiss and pushed him away.

"You should go." Keith kept his eyes on the wall.

Lance scoffed, "Wait, no. Keith-"

Keith shook his head, "I'm sorry, just-just go."

Lance grabbed his thin wrist and pulled it toward him, "Keith look at me."

"Lance!" Keith clamped his eyes shut and shook his head, "Just go!"

Lance stared at him for a moment, then released his arms and slowly stood up. His head was muddled and confused. What did he just do? "Um, I'll-" he picked up his jacket and shoes. He had to get out of that house before he fucked anything else up. He kept his eyes on the ground. "I'll leave you alone for a while."

Keith listened to Lance's footsteps as they hopped down the stairs and out the door. When he heard it shut, he could finally breathe. He stood up and violently shoved his chair back. His fingers weaved into his oily hair and latched on. "What the fuck did I just do?" He covered his eyes and let out a panicked breath, "Oh my god." Keith knew he fucked up. He fucked up really bad. His chest felt heavy and sharp. The pounding in his ears hammered against his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. "What the fuck did I just do?"