Cuddle Buddy

Cuddling

It was night, the same day they came home from eating Hunk's pastries at the park. The first night of the deal.

 

They stared at one another, both on their assigned bed. All their school assignments were finished and they were prepped to go to sleep. Lance sighed before speaking, “So. Do you want to start today?”

 

Keith nodded. “I mean, sure.”

 

Lance smiled at his response. “Great. Do you want to use my bed, or yours?”

 

Keith looked between the beds. “How about we push them together? That way we don’t have to decide.”

Lance nodded. “Yeah, that works.” He got up from the bed as Keith did the same. They moved random items from the space that separated the bed before pushing the beds together.

 

Lance moved in front of the bedroom to admire their worked. It was centered. The red covers clashed with the blue, but they could fix that later. For now, sleep.

 

Keith was already plopped down the newly upgraded matress. He laid at his back while Lance moved to his side and sat down. Keith turned to face him and opened his arms.

 

Lance raised an eyebrow.

 

“Come on. I want to try to be the big spoon,” Keith said.

 

“But I’m taller. I’m suppose to spoon you, not the other way around.” He laid down anyway, facing Keith.

 

The mulleted man bunched his lips together and let his arms go limp and fall to the bed. “Stop whining and just go with it. You might like it.”

 

Lance smiled softly. “Fine, but that wasn’t what I was worried about.”

 

“Then what was?” Keith asked, once again, opening his arms so Lance could fit.

 

Lance shook his head. “Never mind. Don’t think about it too much, Keith.” He slipped into Keith’s personal space. His arm hovered over Keith’s waist. “May I?”

 

Keith chuckled. “Dumbass, you don’t have to ask.”

 

Lance smiled. “I just had to make sure.” He slowly wrapped his arms around the other male’s small waist. He leaned his head against Keith’s chest, able to hear his heartbeat. It was beating fast. “Relax, Keith.” He mumbled into the other’s shirt.

 

Keith scoffed, “I am relaxed.”

 

Lance hummed in a ‘I don’t believe you’ tone.

 

Keith pulled Lance closer, laying his chin on top of his head. He took a deep breath, his body not as tense as before.

 

“There you go,” Lance teased.

 

“Shut up, Lance, go to sleep,” Keith commanded.

 

“I would say the same to you,” Lance retorted sleepily. “Good night..”

 

“Good night,” Keith responded softly.

 

A hesitant touch was on the tip of Lance’s hair. He knew it was Keith wanting to touch his hair. He didn’t stop him, nor encourage this action. He just stayed quiet as he slowly drifted to sleep.