I Love You Keith

What Are You Doing For Christmas?

Thx for 1.2k views! Its the week before Christmas break, and they're hanging out in the lounge room.

James POV 

We were all in the lounge room, talking about our plans for Christmas break. Pidge and the rest of the Holts were going to visit their grandparents in South Carolina. Hunk was going to Hawaii with his family, Kinkade was seeing his aunt and uncle, Lance and Veronica were going to Cuba to see their family. And what was I doing? Absolutely positively.. nothing. I would be staying at the Garrison. My dad was moving out, and my mom was getting the house repainted. "-Mes! James! You good buddy?" I shook my head "What?" "Hunk was just asking you what you were doing for Christmas." Keith told me, with a concerned look. I shrugged "I'm not doing anything. My parents are both busy." The others, minus Keith, looked at me weirdly. "What do you man your parents are both busy?" Hunk asked, worried. I sighed. I still hadn't told them about the divorce. Keith took my hand, rubbing it with his thumb. I smiled at him weakly "Thanks Keith. Well, uh, my parents are getting divorced. My dads moving out and my moms getting the house repainted." They stared at me in shock. "Really? Why?" Veronica asked. I shrugged "It just wasn't working anymore. They weren't fighting all the time or anything,  but they just weren't happy together anymore." "Whoa man. I had no idea. Why didn't you tell us?" Kinkade asked. "I didn't want to. I-I just.." I stopped for a moment, and Keith looked at me, smiling softly. "It just seems so-so REAL once I do. It-its hard to accept. They never really had any problems, they just weren't happy with each other anymore." Keith leaned on my shoulder, still rubbing the back of my hand. "Thanks Kitten." I whispered. "James, I'm so sorry." Pidge said. "Yeah, me too. I wish we had known."  Lance said. "It wasn't relative. And it's okay, I didn't tell you." Kinkade smiled at me "But next time something major happens, tell us." I nodded "Of course. But that's enough sad stuff. Christmas is in a week, what should we do before we leave?" Lance and Hunk smiled "Actually, me and Hunk had an idea. We could bake some cookies and stuff, then hang out in our room."  Pidge smiled "That's actually a good idea. I'm proud of you Lance, you've finally had your first good idea." Lance frowned, and the rest of us laughed. 

Except for Keith. I looked at my shoulder, and saw that he had fallen asleep. He was leaning on my shoulder and holding my arm. Kinkade smiled knowingly, while Pidge and Veronica smirked.  "So, James, anything else happen to you lately? Involving a certain someone?" Pidge asked. I shook my head "Nope. Nothing else. So, you guys wanna bake then have a party in Hunk and Lance's room, or nah?" "Yeah, sounds good. But are we making the cookies, or is Hunk? Cause I can't cook worth shit." Kinkade said with a smile. Hunk shook his head "No, I'll be helping. I'm sure you're not that bad." I laughed "No, he's being serious. One time, we burned Pop Tarts in the toaster." They laughed "You're not much better. You burned toast. "Kinkade retorted, and I shrugged "I never said that I was good at cooking. I just agreed that you were bad at it." He glared at me, and Veronica said "Well, you'll have to do that without Lance. Cause SOMEONE decided that he was gonna miss a test, so now he has to go do it." Said boy groaned "Really? This sucks!" He continued to complain to no one in particular, while the others planned the party.  I'd occasionally offer my input, but I mainly just listened. After a while, I felt Keith stirring on my shoulder.

"Hey Kitten." I whispered, and he grunted in response. "What's happening? What'd I miss?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Nothing much. You, me, Kinkade, Veronica, Hunk and Pidge are gonna bake cookies then hang out in Hunk and Lance's room before break." "Hmm. Cool." He yawned loudly. I chuckled "Is someone tired?" He nodded "Yeah. Carry me?" I rolled my eyes "Fine. You're such a baby." He raised an eyebrow "Mhm, yeah. But I'm your baby." "Damn straight." I said, and he grinned "Haha. Not." "Ugh. Do you want me to carry you or not?" "Yes please." I stood and picked him up "Hey,  Kinkade,  I'm gonna take him back to our room. See you guys later. " He nodded "Okay."

I carried Keith to our room bridal style and put him down on my bed. I was about to walk back out, but he grabbed my arm. "No, stay with me." I sighed and laid next to him. he immediately rolled onto my chest, holding me tightly. "Ugh, Keith why?" He smiled at me from his place on my chest "You're warm, and I'm cold." I sighed and wrapped my arms around him. "Griff, are you really okay with your parents splitting? And not having a Christmas?" I sighed "If I'm being honest, no." He sat up, straddling my hips. "Wanna talk about it?" I shrugged "I guess. But what about?" He shrugged "I don't know. How you feel about it? Is it weird? Do you wish that they'd get back together?" I shook my head "No, I don't want them to get back together. In the end, you could kinda see the life draining from them. And how I feel? I don't know." I sat up, and my head was a little lower then Keith's. "I mean, I thought that they were perfect for each other. That it was true love. I-I guess I was wrong. Th-they don't love each other." Without realizing it, I had begun to cry. The tears came quickly now. "And-and, what if now, they hate each other? Wha-what if they don't love me anymore? What if I only see one of them from now on, and-and I-I only see the other ev-every other holiday? I-i-I don't know what's g-going to ha-happen. I-I can't do anything a-about it. I-I ha-hate feeling so helpless!" I was full on crying now,  and Keith was hugging me. My tears soaked the back of his shirt as he rubbed my back. "No, James, you'll see them both." I continued crying "Y-you don't kn-know that." "Yes I do. Because they love you. and they'll stay with you." He pulled back and held my face in his hands, staring into my eyes. "They love you James, so much. And so do I. And I know that they'll do anything for you. I know that I'll do anything for you. So don't cry. Don't cry." He smiled at me softly, and wiped the tears from my face. I smiled back, and the tears stopped falling. "James, they'll do anything for you. Just because they don't love each other like that anymore, doesn't mean that they don't love each other at all. They just love each other in a different way now." I smiled and shook my head, while rubbing my eyes. "I can't believe I cried like that. I never cry." Keith smiled at me. "I think its cute." I raised an eyebrow, putting my hands on his waist. "Really? How?" He smiled "Because, you're normally Mr.Tough Guy, never showing any weakness. So when you cry or are show that you're sad, it shows that you trust whoever you're showing them too. And your nose scrunches up like a cats." I rolled my eyes "Gee, thanks. I love being compared to cats." "Well, you do call me Kitten." I smirked "That's right. So, Kitten~, what are you gonna do now that you're in my lap?" He smiled "I don't know. Maybe, this?"

 He leaned forward and kissed me. God I loved his lips. They seemed to fit perfectly with mine. They were soft, always slightly chapped, always wanting more. He pulled away, smiling. I smiled back "You know, you might have to do that again." He continued smiling and we leaned in. This kiss was much more, hungry. Demanding. More, it seemed to say, more. We wanted more. His hand found their way to my hair, tugging at it, pulling me closer. My hands found their way to his back, then his ass. I pulled him closer, and he gasped when I squeezed his ass a bit, allowing me to slip my tongue in his mouth. I explored his mouth, kissing him roughly. We eventually pulled away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths, both gasping for breathe. I smiled "You like that." Keith blushed and nodded. "Well, then maybe I'll have to do it again." I was about to lean in for another kiss when I heard a knock on the door. I groaned "Ugh, now?" Keith sighed and got off my lap. Now it felt cold and empty.

I went over to the door and opened it, with an impatient "What?" Shiro was standing there, hand out as if he was abut to knock again. Shit. "Shiro! I'm sorry! I didn't know that it was you." He shrugged "It's okay. The others mentioned that your Christmas situation, had, uh, changed. So me and Adam were wondering if you'd like to stay with us for Christmas. I already called your parents, and they're okay with it. So, do you want to?" I stared at him in shock. Spend Christmas with my boyfriend and his family? Whoa. "Uh, yeah. Yes! that'd be great!" I said, with a smile on my face. Keith walked up behind me "Griff? Who is it?" His eyes went wide when he saw Shiro. "Sh-shiro? What are you doing here." He smiled "I just invited your boyfriend to spend Christmas with us, and he said yes." Keith's eyes went wide and he smiled brightly "Really?" I nodded "Yeah." "Yes!" he said, throwing his arms around me and kissing my cheek. "That'll be great!" Shiro chuckled "And I thought me and Adam were a cute couple. You guys are adorable." I felt my face heat up, and Keith frowned, blushing  "Shiro!" He laughed "What? Its true. Anyway, I'll see you guys later." He left, and I closed the door. Keith put his arms around my shoulders, hugging me from behind "I can't believe that you're going to be at my house for Christmas! This is gonna be so much fun! We can make cookies and decorate the tree, and laugh at Shiro singing Christmas carols, and then, when he burns the food, we can get pizza!" I smiled "Slow down Kitten. Breathe. I'm sure that it'll be fun, but now, I just want to sleep." He frowned "Okay. But you're going to love it." I smiled reassuringly 

"I'm sure I will."