Klance with - you were drunk and thought I was your datemate so when I was trying to get something out o the fridge you started grinding on my ass and I almost smacked you but…(ends however with yelling, sex, sloppy makeouts etc.)
This guy had been making bedroom eyes at Lance all night.And to make it worse, there were times when Keith caught the creep looking athim when Lance was distracted. Finally, it was too much to have to sit there,babysitting Lance, who was getting drunker after each beer, and witness all thegroping and giggles.
He stood and figured Lance would be okay so long as theydidn’t leave the apartment. “I’m going to bed.”
“Night, Mullet,” Lance called happily. Keith rolled his eyesand went into his room, grimacing as he received a once over from Lance’s creepydate. He prayed they didn’t have sex that night. Keith didn’t think he couldhandle the sounds of Lance moaning and drunkenly calling out this guy’s name.
For extra measure, Keith locked his door and snuggled intohis sheets, playing music softly in his ears so he wouldn’t have to listen toanything happening on the other side of the door.
A few hours later, Keith woke up feeling groggy and horriblythirsty. He had a bad taste in his mouth and he couldn’t fall back asleepwithout quenching his thirst. He got out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen.The lights were off and Keith figured Lance and his date were already asleep.
He grabbed a container with some juice and started chuggingit in front of the fridge, feeling relieved as the liquid coursed down histhroat.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around him, a crotch pressed againsthis ass, and lips were at his throat. Keith choked on the juice and turned,ready to punch Lance’s perverted date right in the face.
Only the person smiling at him, running his hands over him was Lance.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Keith snapped, shoving him back.
Lance’s blue eyes looked unfocused and confused. “Keith? Mm.I thought you were… never mind.”
“What the dude you brought over? Isn’t he in the room withyou?”
Lance grimaced and ran his long fingers through messy brownhair, eyes struggling to stay open. “Nah, he left a while ago. I heardmovement, so I thought he came back or… I dunno.” He turned away. “Night.”
Keith frowned and grabbed his arm. “Hey, hold on. What’swrong? Why’d he leave?” He glanced momentarily at the door to be sure it waslocked. “What happened?”
“I really can’t remember,” Lance mumbled. “I… I don’t… Ishould go to sleep.”
“You look sick,” Keith noted. Lance swayed slightly, butregained his balance. He shook his head, but Keith wouldn’t drop it. Eventhough his roommate was annoying, obnoxious, childish, and frustrating…. Well,he’d sort of grown fond of the goofball. He could always count on Lance makinghim laugh after a hard day or getting him to loosen up after a particularlyrough event.
Seeing him upset just didn’t feel right. “Come on. Let’s goto the bathroom in case you hurl.” Lance didn’t protest as Keith pulled himalong and sat with him on the bathroom floor.
“You have really pretty eyes,” he slurred. Keith’s eyeswidened as he stared at Lance in shock. “They’re like… bluish black… sort ofpurple…. So pretty.”
“Ha. Thanks, buddy.” Lance grimaced, but Keith wasn’t surewhy. He sat there, staring at his hands while Keith stared at him, trying togauge his emotions. “You want to talk about anything?”
Lance’s blue eyes flickered up, his eyebrows furrowing. “I’mdrunk.” Keith snorted and nodded. “I remember why he left.”
“It’s because I called him by your name.”
“Oh.” Warmth crept into his cheeks, but Lance wouldn’t lookaway from him. Although his eyes were distant, they were also much betterfocused than they had been earlier. “Well, it was an accident right? Why’d heget mad?”
“Because we were supposed to be making out. And I said yourname instead.” Keith’s lips parted in shock. Why was Lance thinking of him whenhe was kissing someone else? Almost as if he’d read Keith’s mind, Lance said, “Iwanted it to be you. I always do.”
Suddenly, Lance leaned forward and pulled Keith closer, andbefore Keith cold process it, they were kissing. Lance’s lips were soft. Andalthough he was drunk, it wasn't a sloppy kiss. It was just Lance’s lips pressedharshly against Keith’s, his lips encasing Keith’s bottom lip, his hand behindKeith’s neck.
Gently, Keith pulled his hands away and pushed him back. “Youshould sleep,” he whispered.
He shook his head, and the longer hair fell across hisforehead. “I won’t have the courage when I’m sober.” He leaned forward again,but Keith held him back.
His face crumpled and he slumped onto Keith’s shoulder. Hedidn’t speak. He didn’t cry. And Keith didn’t like it. Silence was not somethingmeant to exist when Lance was around. Even when he slept, his snores would slipthrough the walls into Keith’s room. Even when they watched movies, Lance’s reactionwere vocal. But this… this was silence.
There was a part of Keith that was angry. He was upset thatLance had kissed him without permission. That he was drunk and had just made theirroommate situation so incredibly awkward. He was angry that he felt bad for notletting Lance kiss him again.
And part of him felt… confused…. Though it may have beensomething a bit more specific. He wanted Lance to want to kiss him. He wantedLance to apologize the next day and figure out a way to lead up to a properkiss. He wanted Lance holding on to him the way he was now. He wanted Lance….
But he was drunk at the moment. And anything Keith saidwould be erased by morning. Anything they did. Hell, Keith didn’t even know ifLance would remember this moment the next day. That bothered him too.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
Lance muttered incorrigibly and allowed Keith to help him tohis bed. He looked anxious, unsettled, and pained. Keith didn’t know if it wasbecause he was going to be sick, because of his failed date, or because ofKeith. As he made his way back to his own room, he figured he wasn’t sure hewanted to know.
