Lance and Keith have known each other since elementary school, and their connection had always been unbreakable. They start their junior year and realize they caught feelings for each other. Neither wants to be the first to admit it to the other, bu...
Lance let Keith drive the convertible on the way back, and they listened to bad country music and My Chemical Romance while driving. When Keith pulled up to Lance's house, they made sure that they were quiet so that they wouldn't wake up any of the siblings or parents.
"You can borrow some of my pajamas if you want to," Lance told Keith. "You know where they are."
Keith looked through the drawers and found some purple bootyshorts. He held them up and laughed, and Lance looked over and laughed with him.
"Well if you like them so much just put em on," Lance said, daring Keith.
They'd always changed in front of each other, so Keith just took off his pants while maintaining eye contact with Lance and slid the shorts over his bare legs. Lance knew if he looked down he was screwed, especially since Keith wouldn't look away from his eyes.
Lance coughed and said, "Great, now that you're changed, can you pick me some pjs too?"
Keith smiled widely and said, "Yeah, I'll choose for you alright. Close your eyes and turn around, pretty boy."
Lance listened but said, "That's what he said."
Keith snorted but brand out the hardly conventional pajamas. They seemed like they were originally meant for a lady, but he wasn't complaining.
"Take off your shirt so I can put this on for you," Keith said.
"What? No way! Just give it to me and I'll put it on!" Lance screeched in a whisper.
He tried turning around but Keith kept him still. He grabbed the edge of Lance's shirt, and this time Lance didn't say anything. He started lifting it, but he did it slowly so as to ruffle Lance.
"Oh, is this considered a reverse strip tease or something? Just let me do it," Lance huffed, trying time eliminate the tension within himself.
He pulled his shirt off and a black, lacy, bra type contraction was put over his head and clipped on. He let out a small, hushed scream.
"Keith! You weren't supposed to find this! I can explain, and you better not tell anyone!" Lance started rambling.
"No need to explain. You bought it cause you like it. It makes you feel good, and you look great," Keith said. After Lance chilled and wasn't so embarrassed, Keith said, "Now it's time for the sexy bottoms!"
"Keith! Nooo," Lance whined. "I'll wear the top tonight, but don't make me wear the bottoms." He chuckled and added, "Pick some different ones please."
"Ok, ok. No bottoms tonight, but maybe tomorrow!" Keith joked.
He pulled out some black shorts that almost matched the ones he was wearing. He handed them to Lance, who promptly changed into them.
"Wow, we look good right now. You wanna take a picture and send it to people?" Lance asked.
"No way!" Keith said. Lance deflated a bit, then Keith said, "I don't have one of your cute tops yet."
Lance smiled and got a red crop tank top for Keith to wear. They stood in front of Lance's full length body mirror and had a mini photo shoot.
"Great. Who are we gonna send those to?" Keith asked.
"I can post it on my story and hide it from my parents," Lance suggested.
"Then all your siblings would see them."
"Ok, I'll just send them to Pidge and Hunk. They always hype up my fits."
Lance sent them, and Pidge responded immediately saying how cute they were and asking why they were up so late trying on cute clothes.
"We can just talk to them in the morning, but we should go to sleep now," Keith said, dragging Lance to the big bed.
Lance jumped on the bed and plopped down, and Keith climbed up and rolled over. A few minutes later, Lance was asleep and Keith lied awake thinking.
"Lance?" he whispered, making sure he was really asleep.
When Lance didn't reply, he tucked his legs and turned on his side to look at Lance. He looked peaceful in his sleep, and that's when Keith could see all his cute little freckles up close. His hair looked so soft, Keith had to restrain himself from reaching out and playing with it. When his hands got tired or holding each other, he did reach out and rake his fingers gently through Lance's hair. He was going to stop, but it was just so peaceful and soft. He knew if Lance woke up now, it wouldn't be awkward because everyone likes getting their hair played with. Keith took his hand back when it got tired, and then he was just watching Lance, trying to match their breathes.
"You look so pretty," he whispered, admitting that attraction to Lance our loud.
Lance opened his eyes silently, and the boys were face to face.
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"I'm cold," Lance said, bringing Keith in close. "It's freezing in here."
In Lance's arms, Keith finally drifted off to sleep wearing a crop top, shorts, and a smile.
