After Midnight

oh shit they kiss

I slipped through Lance's window, making sure to avoid the sun. The rumors about the sun burning vampires away into nothing wasn't true by a long shot, but we still did become blistered and burnt if we were under the sun for more than an hour. Being out there for even a few minutes was guaranteed to get me a pretty bad sunburn, and although Lance taking care of me and slathering some shit that he had all over my body did sound nice, letting him see my skin peeling and dry didn't sound quite as great. It was still pretty early though, Lance's mom would be gone for a few days on a business trip, so Lance asked if I wanted to come over for a while. I do need to feed soon, but naturally my feelings for the lanky Cuban boy got the best of me and I said I would come over the next day.

We had been passing notes whenever Lance got the chance. He had a habit of taking walks at random times of the day, so when he asked his mom every day if he could go out for a little bit, she always said yes. He hadn't been in my appartment yet, and I wasn't sure if I ever wanted him to see it. Letting him see it would be letting whatever I felt for the boy go too far anyways. It didn't matter that I was in too deep already. I would have to leave eventually. The thought hurt more than it should have, making something odd in my chest tighten. My eyebrows pinched together and I cocked my head to the side. Lance would have made fun of me for doing that head thing again. I groaned quietly, still perched on the window sill. I would have to stop tilting my head like that. I'd never be able not to think about Lance whenever I did that. That may cause problems when I... leave him. I jumped down silently onto Lance's floor, sitting on the foot of his bed gently, making sure not to disturb him as he was still asleep, curled up under his blue duvet. His room always smelled like him. Rain and coconut shampoo. I would miss that. More than I would like to admit to myself.

I peered around the lump of his body under the duvet to see his face. He was still asleep, little huffs of breath coming out of his mouth in a breathing pattern I easily recognized. I loved listening to it whenever I stayed the night, never having to work hard to make my breathing pattern the same as his. Not like I needed to breathe anyway, but it was always nice to feel his chest and mine moving in sinc. It calmed me. Suddenly Lance's eyes fluttered open, his sleep dazed, ocean colored irises meeting my own violet ones. He winked, giving me a small smile. I smiled back. He was so pretty what the the fuck, it wasn't fair.

"Admiring my beauty are we, Keith?" Lance said, his smile growing bigger as he started to wake up more. I rolled my eyes.

"That's for me to know, and you to never find out." I teased. His bed head was always cute, but it was especially adorable today. I kind of wanted to reach out and comb through it with my fingers, but that was a level of intimacy that I was not intending on letting myself explore. Especially on someone I had... feelings for. It would be too much. My fingers twitched a little more violently than expected as I stared at Lance's bed head. He noticed and sat up, bending his knee so that it was bent towards the ceiling and propped his head on it. He blinked sleepily, still not fully awake.

"Is my bed head irritating you, Mullet?" Lance paused, looking uncertain about something for a second. "If, uh, you wanna fix it, you can? But only if you want too. I wasn't planning on brushing my hair today since I took a shower last night. It's really not all that hard. I can brush it if you don't wanna fix it but-"

I interrupted Lance's sort-of-babbling, surrendering to the urge and tentatively reaching my hand out to run through his hair. He leaned into it, his eyes fluttering shut. He was practically purring. I snorted softly.

"What are you, a cat?" I kept massaging his scalp and petting his hair, despite the remark. He laughed softly in return, slowly opening his eyes. His hair was really soft, and oh god my hands are going to smell like him after this and I wasn't planning on washing my gloves for at least a week. I spend way too much money cleaning those things anyways. When I fazed back into reality Lance was looking at me with an odd expression on his face, something I couldn't quite identify as my hands kept sifting through the soft, brown locks on top of his head. After a few minutes of looking at me with that strange expression Lance grinned at me again, making my heart skip a beat when his eyes fully cleared and locked onto me.