Friends With Benefits {Klance High School AU} - Discontinued

Chapter 18

Wednesday
Lance's P.O.V.

I was alone in Keith's room, trying to find some of his clothes to wear. He just left to wash our dirty clothes. He had a lot of pyjama pants, so I took a pair of those- green and black plaid ones. The majority of his shirts were black; some were grey. I found a holey, worn out black T-shirt with Bulbasaur on it, and he was really peeling away. This shirt must be old. I threw it on, along with the pyjama pants.

I sat down on his bed and thought about earlier, making sure to take mental notes of what he enjoys. I'll have to remember the ears and nipples for sure. Especially the ears.

I wonder if he likes his feet being played with?... no, he seems more like the type to hate that idea. He gives me, "Feet are gross," vibes. Though, he did ask for that feet pic. the other day. But he said he was joking...

Curse my damned foot fetish.

My thoughts were cut off by Keith knocking on his bedroom door while opening it to walk in. He asked, "Found something to wear?"

I chuckled and looked down at myself for a second before looking back up at him. "Yeah."

Keith closed his door and slowly locked it. I cocked my eyebrow at him as he sat down beside me. "Why did you lock the door?" I asked.

"Oh! It's just a habit," Keith explained.

"That better be it, because we just cleaned up," I joked. "Actually, do you mind if I use your shower? I feel kinda icky."

"No, you can use it," Keith said. "The rack with the red loofa is mine, you can use my stuff in there."

"Okay," I said.

"Towels are in the cupboards beside the sink," he said.

"Okay, thank you."

"You can put your towel in the hamper in there after," he mentioned.

I nodded and left to go to the bathroom. The door was closed so I knocked first. There was no answer so I just walked in. It was empty, thank God. That would be by far too embarrassing.

I locked the door and immediately started stripping again. I folded the clothes nicely on the toilet lid and turned on the faucet. I put my fingers under the water to feel the temperature. The water headed up pretty slow, but I didn't mind. Then, it got too hot. I quietly yelped and added more cold water.

When I got the temperature I wanted, I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and hung it on the curtain rod for the shower. I stepped in and changed from the water coming out of the tub faucet to it coming out of the shower head.

When I was finished in the bathroom, I walked back to Keith's room. "Your door is unlocked," I stated.

"Very observant of you," Keith said sarcastically.

I hummed then said, "Well, you said it was a habit to lock your door so..."

"Yeah, well I kept it open for you," he replied.

Fair enough.

I walked over to sit alongside Keith. "So when did you want me to leave?"

Keith furrowed his eyebrows at me. "Leave whenever you want." He had a hint of laughter in his voice. "Well, do you have to go home?"

I shrugged. "I probably should sooner than later."

Keith nodded. "In... an hour?" He asked longly. "Is that good?"

"Yeah," I said. "That's good."

We both laid back and turned to face each other.

I reached out and tucked his hair behind his ear; it was in his face. Keith's cheeks flushed almost immediately. "Sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay," he whispered back. He chuckled as he touched my hair. "Your hair's almost completely dry already?" He sounded to be in disbelief.

"Well yeah, my hair is short."

Keith smirked kindly at my remark. He's so pretty. With my lips pressed together, I smiled softly at him in return. I noticed his eyes flicker down to my lips for a second, but he kept speaking to me as if he didn't want to kiss me.

Interesting. I caressed his face and pulled him in and pecked his lips softly. I smiled at him when I pulled away and we both started laughing a little.

"You're so lame," Keith said.

"You're the one who was looking at my lips," I stated confidently.

Keith furrowed his eyebrows. "You wish."

I rolled my eyes and whispered, "Weirdo."

"That's rich coming from you," he said in a soft-spoken voice.

"Are you trying to get me horny again?"

Keith gasped dramatically in a hushed voice. "Dream on."

I chuckled and rolled over onto my back. "Y'know what? I'm glad I met you, mullet."

There was a moment of comfortable silence before Keith responded with, "Me too."

Suddenly I heard someone shout, "Keith?" from outside the room. Keith clearly heard it too due to him quirking up to the sound of his name. "Yeah?"

"Just checking you're here!"

Keith got up and walked over to his door. "I'll be right back."