star struck

chapter 2

Keith's pov

Keith slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to let his eyes adjust to the brightening light. Rubbing the sleep out of his right eye he cleared his vision to see Lance's sleeping face.

Keith's memory was blurry from yesterday. He remembered training, getting hit, lance picking him up. He tried to remember more but all he got was a feeling of desperate need.

He watched Lance's beautiful face, the way his mouth hung slightly open as he breathed steadily in and out. He noticed the constellation of freckles you wouldn't think would be on his dark skin. So beautiful. He couldn't help but reach up and gently traced the tip of his fingers along his cheeks, feeling the heat of his face spread through his hand and up his arm.

He quickly pulled his hand back as he saw lance stir awake. His ocean eyes blinked slowly opened, and gazed at Keith. His full lips turned up into a warm and lazy smile as he gathered keith into his arms tightly. He pushed his face into Keith's hair humming and sweet good morning.

Keith's body was on fire as he felt Lance's legs move against his bare lower half. His eyes widened and he let out a surprised and involuntary sound.

"What's wrong keith?" He asked as he pulled back to look at him. This is how I'm gonna die. I put my hands up and pushed lightly on his chest.

"Lance I'm..I'm..not wearing pants?" His voice shook softly ,confused, looking for answers.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows knitted together. He looked away, ashamed, biting his lip. Dread pooled in Keith's stomach. "Lance what happened?" Lance didnt answer him.

Keith's eyes widened, "oh my god lance did..did we.."

"No. No no, oh my god keith I wouldn't have..you weren't in your right mind you had a concussion. I wouldn't ever take advantage of that." Lance rushed to explain as he sat up looking desperate for Keith to believe him. Keith nodded, knowing lance wouldn't lie to him.

"Why am I in your room? And...and why don't I have anything on...down.." keith couldn't bring himself to say it, feeling his face flush as the feelings of need and desire for lance spread down lower. Looking up at his bare torso, the scent of lance all around him. It was intoxicating. Normally sitting by him and training with him was enough to distract him, but this was making him brain dead.

Lance let out a small sigh and shook his head. "Its nothing like that keith..you had to stay awake..and you kept falling. Plus you insisted you needed to shower."

Keith's head was spinning. Falling..shower..lance and him in the shower..oh my god please kill me. His eyes widened again feeling mortified.

"Keith, buddy, nothing happened ok?"

"But you saw...you saw me..."

Lance looked away, looking ashamed again. "Yeah...I'm sorry."

I cant believe I made-let? Lance see me naked. What was I thinking, what the hell did I do? Keith shook his head trying to clear away his thoughts.
"It..its fine. Let's just..forget it, please."

Pain flashed across Lance's face and Keith knew it was his fault, it made him feel guilty but his embarrassment overwhelmed those feelings.

"Sure keith..forget it ever happened. Heh what happened. Why are you here. Did you steal my jacket?" Lance put on an obnoxious smile and started rambling.

The raven haird boy chuckled at the way lance tried to alleviate the situation and calm his nerves. They both agreed they needed to go get breakfast. Lance sliding out of bed and tossing Keith some sweats to slip on. And him grabbing his own favorite pajamas.