Bodysnatchers

4

Keith wakes up with a hangover.

He's definitely glad that he didn't stay the night at Lance's, because if he remembers the last time he drank correctly, his body isn't the kindest on him the day after. He barely remembers that Christmas; he does, however, have a very distinct memory of Lance McClain. And his mouth on his own and his hands all over him and- Oh fuck.

Honestly, Keith hadn't even the slightest idea that Lance even liked guys before. But apparently he does, as just last night, he'd given Keith a handjob, which isn't something a straight guy would do. Keith runs a hand through his hair, anxiously biting down hard on his lip the way he does at times when he's like this.

What if this just ruins everything? What if Lance wants nothing to do with him now? Keith worries that now that Lance has gotten something out of him, that he'll want nothing to do with him anymore, which would mean Keith would go back to being chased every day. He doesn't like that option much at all.

Was this Lance's plan all along? To get Keith drunk enough to feel comfortable with fucking him? Oh god, Keith thinks, what if they had fucked, instead. Oh, God, does this count as a one night stand? Does this make him some kind of slut or something? It was only just a handjob, so does a one night stand cover that? What exactly entails the term one night stand to be used?

Keith doesn't know. He's not really that experienced. He had a girlfriend back in grade 9 before he'd realized he was not into girls. Her name was Megan, and Keith remembers her always being super sweet but her lips always were sticky with whatever lipstick she wore. He also distinctly remembers how he always had to resort to begging Shiro to lie that he was out whenever she called for him after school, which was every day. It was exhausting, and, obviously he had never done anything sexual with her beyond making out, since he just wasn't into her like that. He has had a boyfriend, too, his name was Matt. That relationship had worked out a little better- they'd dated for six months, from the end of 10th grade to the beginning of this year, and it had all been good. But then Matt had to move to New York for whatever reason his father had gave, and the distance eventually just got in the way. Distance along with Keith's incessant shyness, that is, and so they'd never fucked or anything. It was just a sloppy hand job or blowjob here and there.

And, so yeah- it's pretty obvious that Lance is a lot more experienced than Keith is when it comes to this sort of thing. Which would make it easy for him to just fuck around without thinking about any consequences. And a lot easier to know the protocol of the aftermath of something like this.

He shakes his head. It's not even noon, and he's already over-thinking this.

Keith wants to pull himself up and out of bed, but instead he just sits up and leans back on his wall, grabbing his phone from the charger. 2:14. Okay, he lied, maybe it is noon, but he's still overthinking this and needs to get his mind off of it for now. So he dicks around on some apps for a while, then receives a snapchat message. Which means he has to open up the app, resulting in seeing himself for the first time all day. The messy hair and large dark circles under his eyes are a normal occurrence in the morning, so he's not too shaken by those, however, the bruising on his neck is not something he usually sees.

Keith rips the blanket off of him and walks over to the mirror on his desk to get a better look. Fantastic. He does have a hickey patched along his neck, it's all purple and yellowish around the edges, and pretty big, and though Keith wasn't exactly against the idea of having Lance's mouth all over his neck, he doesn't really want people seeing this.

Not because it's a signature of sorts from Lance, that's one rumor that has not circulated about that kid. It's just simply because he's Keith, and it looks too big and too loud against his practically white skin. And he's Keith, who isn't supposed to do that kind of thing and spends his Saturdays doing homework, or playing some kind of DS ROM game on his laptop, not getting down with his cities resident 'bad boy.' That's just not how Keith is.