Cuddle Buddy

Want to know what it feels like?

Valentine’s day, a day which most singles hate. Lance was no exception to this. While males and females alike would be spending the day receiving chocolates, cards, and giving gifts, Lance would be alone once again. He was sitting on his bed, hugging a pillow to his chest, letting out a heavy sigh, trying to capture a certain someone’s attention. When the first attempt did not work, he sighed louder.

 

His actions cause the previously mentioned person to crinkle his eyebrows in annoyance, his jaw clenching, trying not to give the other the satisfaction of getting to him.

 

Lance would not give up on his mission to be payed attention to. “Keithhhh,” he whined loudly. “Keithhh!!” The other student turned his head, glaring at the papers on his desk. “Keith! Keith, I know you can hear me.” Lance shoved his chin into the pillow he was clutching, staring holes into Keith.

 

“Lance, I’m trying to study,” He grumbled, tapping his pencil against the worksheets. He muttered something about formulas, shuffling the papers around. Lance, in turn, pouted.

 

“And I’m trying to get your attention,” Lance shot back. “You don’t always get what you want. Once you notice that I am sad, I’ll leave you to do your work.”

 

Keith groaned, putting down his pencil and rubbing his face with his hands. “Alright, fine, what is it that’s making you sad?” he asked, clearly annoyed.

 

Lance smiled softly from behind his pillow. Keith did not notice since his mouth was hidden behind the soft, blue object. The smile disappeared as he began to speak, “You know what I hate?”

 

Keith decided, might as well as humor him. “What is it that you hate?”

 

“You,” he stated, a small smirk curving his lips upward.

 

Keith was about ready to punch Lance, his fits clentching. He choose it was best not to.“Thank you for interrupting my studies with that small bit of information I already know.” He turned his attention back to his desk, ready to tune the other out.

 

“Wait!” Lance said, putting his pillow down on his lap. “I wasn’t done.” He took in a breath before continuing, “I hate not being in a relationship… Why does no one like me in that way, Keith?”

 

“I don’t know, Lance. Probably because you interrupt people when they are trying to do things,” Keith suggested while glancing over at him.

 

Lance opened his mouth to respond, but closed it. “I guess I am annoying… It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to be my friend either…”

 

Keith stayed quiet for a moment, biting his bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Lance. I’m just worried about losing my scholarship. Go ahead, continue talking. I need a break anyways.” He offered a weak smile.

Lance looked up at him and gave a lopsided smile back. “Okay, so, it’s Valentine’s day today. It’s made me miss being in a relationship. Mostly the cuddling, holding hands and all that ‘lovey-dovey’ stuff.”

 

Keith nodded along and hummed a small noise of understatement.

 

“You probably don’t understand since you’ve never been in a relationship,” Lance assumed.

 

“What makes you say that? I have!” Keith responded, defensively.

 

Lance raised an eyebrow, his elbows propped up on his knees and his face in his hands. “Really now?”

 

Keith looked away, being a terrible liar. “Yeah.. definitely,” he mumbled under his breath.

 

Lance chuckled and sat up straighter (Like he can do anything straight. Not with his bi ass). “Sure,” he teased. “Does that mean you’ve never cuddled with someone?”

 

Keith met Lance’s deep blue eyes with his own dark eyes that appeared purple. A soft pink hue on his cheeks. “Maybe…”

 

“So that is a no?”

 

“I didn’t say that…” Keith muttered. “But… no.”

 

Lance looked surprise for a moment. “Oh, wow. You actually haven’t?”

 

Keith shook his head. “Nope, never been in a relationship.”

 

Lance chewed on his inner cheek. “Want to know what it feels like?”

 

“What are you suggesting?” Keith asked, narrowing his eyes in slight suspicion.

 

“I mean… I want to cuddle with someone and you’ve never cuddled before. Aren’t you at least a little curious?” Lance asked. He placed the pillow down on the bed. He laid down and turned to his side, his arm stretched out. “Come here if you want to..”

 

Keith stayed sitting as he watched Lance. His eyes roamed over his face to see if it was some kind of joke. Eventually, which seemed like forever to the nervous Lance, Keith got up and walked over to him. He maneuvered himself onto the bed, his body facing Lance. “Like this?”

 

Lance shrugged. “Do whatever you feel comfortable with. We’re just two dudes cuddling. Nothing weird about that.”

 

Keith snorted. “Whatever you say Lance.” He turned, his back turned towards the other.

Lance smiled softly and slowly laid his arm over Keith’s waist. As much as he wanted to pull the smaller one closer, he didn’t. They both stayed that way, enjoying the other’s presence and warmth before falling asleep. Keith’s studies long forgotten.