"Tell me what you see" Klance Voltron band AU

Chapter 7- Aftermath

(I found that picture in one of my mom's old university textbooks so obviously I needed to take a picture of it)

Lance's POV

I stumble over to Keith's room and knock way harder than I meant too. I scare myself and wake up one of the guys passed out on the couch, but he just rolls over and goes back to sleep. I'm cursing at myself when I hear shuffling from inside and the door opens quickly.
Keith's pulled his hair back into a messy bun, better exposing his black eye and stitches.
He's wearing long pyjama pants with strange stains, and...that's it. No shirt, no tank top. Just skin. He's got the slightest bit of chest hair. Not to the point where it seems gross but just enough for it to be cool. For such a scrawny looking guy, he's sure got muscles.

I'm staring at Keith's chest, and I can tell he's noticed me staring but I can't look away. He has marks on his chest and neck, like hickeys. I don't understand why but I feel almost...jealous? No, that can't be it. Why would I care who's giving Keith hickeys??
Because I want to be the one giving him hickeys?

What?! No, no way. I don't feel that way about Keith!! Sure he's cool and handsome, he's got an amazing voice, he's extremely talented and all, but I don't like Keith. He's...a guy. I don't like guys. Right?

"Lance? What do you want?" He asks, clearly annoyed that I woke him up.
"Can I...can I sleep with you? I mean-! I-like-I don't mean it like that there's people on the couch and I think Shiro's in his room and-"
"Dude, it's fine. Just hurry up. And lock the door after you."

I do as he says, hurrying into the room and locking the door behind me.

"You can borrow pyjamas if you want. But don't throw up on them or you're dead."
"Got it." I mumble as I look through his dresser drawers for pyjamas. Keith slides into his messy, unmade bed and lays down, but I can't help but feel like he's looking at me or something.
I unbutton my jeans quickly and grab a random pair of fleecey pyjama pants from the dresser. By the time I take my shirt off, he's already laying in the middle of the twin sized bed, lightly snoring.

"Keith? Keith!" I whisper-shout, waking him up. "Move over. Where am I supposed to sleep?"
He pats the space beside him 'seductively', as a joke and scoots closer to the wall. At least I think it's a joke?

I climb into the bed and pull the covers up to my nose. They smell intoxicatingly good. They smell like Keith. I never noticed that he smelled like this. It's nice, like fresh laundry and rain. I'm thinking about the rain when suddenly, I'm aware of how cold I am.

"D-Dude?" I whisper. Keith opens his eyes but doesn't say anything. "I-I'm cold."
"Then come 'ere." He says gruffly, wrapping his arms around my waist protectively and pulling me closer.

Our faces are inches apart. I can see his long, dark eyelashes. We're breathing each other's air. He looks so peaceful and happy.
Keith is so warm, and the places where our skin touches, where our bodies touch, is on fire once more and I feel like butterflies are racing around in my stomach. Drunkenly confident enough, I push my arm under Keith's, so my palm is resting against his chest.

He inhales sharply, proving to me that he's still awake. I curse myself out internally when he moves closer, pushing his hipbones into mine ever so slightly. Our legs are tangled together, in a big knot. Our entire fronts are touching each other. It's...weird. And awesome. And scary. And wonderful.

I can feel Keith's heartbeat through my fingertips, and it's beating nearly as fast as mine is. I don't know what this feeling is, if it's because I'm drunk or stoned or because of Keith or mix of all three, but I love it. This is like the best roller coaster I've ever gone on.

Eventually, his heartbeat slows, and mine does too. Before allowing myself to fall asleep, I press a soft kiss onto Keith's forehead.
Straight guys can kiss their gay guy friends platonically. Right?

As much as I'm loving this, whatever it is, I'm also exhausted. "G'night Keef." He mumbles back in his sleep, "night." And I fall asleep quickly, with a smile plastered on my face, counting Keith's careful, shallow, rhythmic breaths, and feeling them tickling my nose and mouth.

WC: 815

AN: Hey! I know, it's been forever since I last updated but prepping for finals is killing me! Anyways, here's a little fluff to help you through the week.