Premium Seats [Klance] ✅

33 - Simulation Test Day

A/N
ssup i drew sumn

KEITH

Hey, Krolia.

It's me, Keith. I tried calling you a few times, but you never picked up. Shiro told me you don't use your number anymore, that you're using an email instead. So that explains everything. I thought you ignored me on purpose – which, if you are, I'd totally understand.

Look, I owe you a big apology. I really am sorry for the way I lost my temper at you the other day at the hospital. I didn't mean the things I said, and you don't deserve them at all. You were just trying to connect with me, and I should've been better at opening myself. I wanted to apologize then but you'd already left. And when you stopped turning up, I thought you took my words seriously.

It's okay if you don't want to forgive me (I guess I deserve it), but I just want to let you know that I truly deeply am sorry.

Stay safe out there.

Keith didn't know how to best conclude the message. The next five minutes were dedicated to him reading and re-reading the whole thing all over again until the words blurred and merged and grew incomprehensible in his eyes. In the end he clicked SEND and shut his laptop, praying against all odds that Krolia would be able to penetrate what deeper, unexpressed emotions lay beneath his words.

Should've asked for help, he realised, swivelling in his chair. But the help in question was currently fast asleep in his bed, engulfed by the tides of blanket save for the shock of dark brown hair peeking up from the pillows.

His digital clock read 07:23., and he could've slept some more. But that proved to be difficult, despite tucking himself late at three a.m. when one; he happened to be a morning person, and two; the words of apology kept him up like a sore limb screaming for medical attention. Besides, the press of Lance's bare chest against his back had his member stirring.

"You gon' watch me sleep all day 'r what?" Lance's groggy voice came up muffled from the covers.

Keith lips twitched. He felt a million times older; he felt immortal. "Just thinking," he said, voice as soft so as not to fully wake the boy.

"Well stop thinkin'," Lance replied. "S'pretty cold here."

"You're the one without a shirt,"

"Wonder who took that off,"

Keith cast a sheepish glance at the pile of upper garments on the floor, all of which belonged to Lance. He'd been astute enough to keep his own on, knowing how cold his room could get in the mornings.

Slowly, Keith got to his feet and padded towards his bed. He joined Lance there, facing the boy's still somnolent face. "Hey," Lance whispered, dark blue eyes still heavy with sleep, a quiet smile tugging at his lips.

"Hey," Keith whispered back.

Deliriously happy.

Because he could do this now without worrying about jeopardising their friendship. He could stare and touch and kiss him without thinking he might somehow freak him out. He could say all the things he'd always wanted to say without feeling the need to jam some of his expressions.

So he did exactly those.

He fixated his gaze on Lance; whose eyes were beginning to flutter shut as he trailed the boy's cheekbones with the pad of his fingers; whose smile widened despite the lassitude as Keith caressed his jaw with his knuckles; whose breath hitched a little when Keith pecked him once on the mouth; whose chuckle vibrated in his throat when Keith said, "You're really fucking beautiful."