Cuddle Buddy

Are We Going To Talk About it?

Keith woke up first, his back was still against the other. Some time in the night, Lance had pulled Keith closer to him. No wonder Keith was hot, enough to wake him. He turned to face Lance to pull the other from slumber, but he stopped when he saw Lance how blissful his face seemed.

Keith stayed quiet, his eyes passing over Lance’s every detail on his face. When he was asleep, he wasn’t as annoying, it made it easier to notice things when the cuban boy wasn’t rambling on about something and smiling. Even if his smile was as bright as the sun against his seemingly perfect, tan skin.

A small part of him wished he was awake so he could stare into the other’s deep blue eyes that looked like the ocean. A blushed formed on his cheeks from that thought and looked away. He pushed himself away from Lance’s arms, only to be pulled closer with a groan. The sleeping male buried his face into him.

“Lance,” Keith threatened, trying to wake him once more.

His attempt created no result as Lance relaxed and his breathing slowed, showing that he had fallen asleep.

Keith sighed heavily and flicked the side of Lance’s head with his finger, earning an ow and Lance’s warmth abruptly moving away. For a second, Keith missed it. Only a second, but then Lance opened his mouth to speak.

“What was that for!” He whined as he sat up and over reacted by rubbing at his left temple.

“First of all, I didn’t hit you that hard and second of all, you aren’t even rubbing at the right side. I flicked you on the right, not left,” he said, suppressing a smile as he followed Lance’s actions and sat up.

Lance froze and let his hand fall. “You hit me so hard, the pain travelled to the other side.”

Keith rolled his eyes, dropping the topic. With a turn of his body, he reached over and grabbed Lance’s phone which sat nearby on the nightstand. He clicked it on, the soft, ghostly light hitting his face. Until now, none of them had noticed how dark it had been, the only light being the light posts outside. The screensaver on the phone was a selfie of Hunk and Lance, both smiling brightly back at Keith. The time read 4:22 AM.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Who gave you permission to take my phone?”

“I did,” Keith said and put it back. He rubbed his eyes with his hands. “It’s still early… I have class in 4 hours or so.”

Lance said nothing for a few moments, looking at Keith expectantly.

Keith pulled his hands away from his face, meeting Lance’s gaze. “What?” 

Lance opened his mouth to speak and then closed it like a fish. He seemed troubled and looked away from him. “Nothing, never mind.”

“Lance, you clearly have something on your mind. Just say it, like a band-aid,” Keith suggested.

Lance gave Keith a side-glance, receiving a crooked smile of encouragement. “Are we going to talk about what happened last night? And don’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

Keith blinked. “Lance, it was just cuddling. It meant nothing, right?”

“Right..” Lance responded, but he did not sound convinced. “Yeah, you’re right. Just cuddling between two bros. Nothing special.”

“Exactly…” Keith added. “Well!” he said suddenly and got up from his bed. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Okay,” Lance said softly. He did not move from his sitting position, facing Keith as he laid down.

Keith’s back faced Lance. He stared at the wall before announcing, “Sweet dreams, Lance.”

Silence.

“Good night, Keith.”

A shuffle. Lance had laid down, facing Keith’s side of the room.

Both boys pretended to be asleep as a silence fell between them. Both longing for warmth from a human, but neither saying anything until morning.