breathing blue// klance

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ooof

it's 4 am again guys

yaaaay

also i have to get up super early tomorrow

today??

i dont even know anymore ugh

Even though Keith and the team left the production site almost six hours ago, he couldn't stop thinking about Lance.

These kind of thoughts were especially unwelcome when his teammates were in rooms next to him and the walls are very, very thin.

   Sweat plastered his hair to his face, dark locks curling around his neck. His pale hands reached up to intertwine between the damp strands, tugging and twisting and pulling, trying to not imagine his limbs as someone else's.

   Why on earth was it so hot in here?

He sat up in bed and realized that the air conditioning had been blowing the whole time. Was it just him?

  
   Now almost too tired and to fall asleep, a burning sensation cycling throughout his body wasn't helping at all. A soft red glow illuminated the hotel room, sourcing from the clock on his bed-side drawers, pretty much burned holes in his eyelids when they closed.

The violet-eyed boy fell beck down on his bed, soaked with sweat, a huff of air escaping his lips. It was way too late to be up.

Keith, now regretting the coffee he drank way too close to his bedtime, tossed in turned in the bed, attempting to find the 'perfect' position.

It didn't work too well.

Instead actually going to sleep, like any normal person would, the admirably stupid boy continued to subject himself to a more pleasurable torture. By that he meant that he was up way too late thinking about something that could never and will never happen.

   He reached down, cold and clammy hands slipping beneath his waistband.

   This too he's never done this thinking's about another boy before.

    Before Keith could even fully realize what he was doing, knew it was all over.

Halfway around the country, unknowing to the dirty deeds of their teammate, Pidge sat at their computer. Well, slept was a more accurate term because they weren't exactly conscious. They were waiting for the file to unlock, which was taking way longer than it should. Pale light shone across several computer screens.

Tick
Tick
Tick

   Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Of course.

Keith, in the eventual soft glow of a new morning, got up, slightly past the time when his alarm was supposed to go off.

   His sheets were strewn all over the place. In his stupor, he couldn't remember how they got that way. Possibly a dream? His tired mind could only remember bits and pieces and-

   Keith groaned as images flashed through his mind from last night. Regret tinged edges of the memories of him...well...

   He could tell that this case would be filled with a ton of firsts for him.

He rolled over, his head hurting, and hoped that the world would go away.

Of course, it didn't.