You Can't Sleep on a Motorcycle

by Heartfiliadaydream

Summary:

Keith gets given the wrong number of a classmate and ends up texting Lance instead. Both of them end up in a Gay Panic (tm).

Notes:

• For lovegilmoregirls.

A gift I wrote for my sister for Christmas last year that may or may not have taken eons to finish, but I'm finally getting around to posting. I asked her for one of her favorite tropes and she said "wrong number au" which I was MORE than happy to oblige.
Includes the prompt "my roomates bf is staying over, can I sleep on your floor?"

Chapter 1

Tuesday

(6:32am)

Unknown 

Hey Dave it’s Keith, just wondering what time you wanted to meet up to work on that project?

 

(8:46am)

Lance 

Two things. One, I’m not Dave and you’ve got the wrong number. Two, what the hell are you doing texting someone at such a god awful time of morning???

 

Unknown 

Oh. I must have written his number down wrong, guess we won’t be working on that project today. Also, 6am is a totally reasonable time to be up when you have an 8am class

 

Lance 

Follow up question, why would you subject yourself to such an unholy class time?

 

Unknown 

I’m not going to explain myself to someone I don’t know. I texted you by accident, that’s the end of that.

 

Tuesday

(7:05pm)

Lance 

Okay I’ve been thinking about it all day and the only reason I can think of is that you’re one of those terrible morning people who go to the gym first thing in the morning even when they have class.

 

Unknown 

Why are you even still messaging me, it was a wrong number, let’s move on with our lives

 

Lance 

But how can I move on with my life when I know your name and that you wake up far too early!

 

Lance 

Speaking of, might as well stop looking at your phone number and change it to your name

 

Keith 

Why would you do that and why are you still talking to me????

 

Lance 

You could just as easily ignore me, and yet here you are, responding to me >:)

 

Keith

You’re right, this is ridiculous goodbye nameless stranger who could be a 50 year old man for all I know

 

Lance

Well I’m not, I’m 22 and my name is Lance, and I’m guessing you’re at least somewhere between 17 and 25 unless you’re one of those people who is learning later in life. Also your area code suggests you’re in the same city as me

 

(7:45pm)

Lance 

Am I right???

 

(8:30pm)

Lance 

Keith????

 

----

 

Wednesday

(9:15am)

Lance 

I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

 

Lance 

Oop, meant to send that to my bestie Hunk, he’s usually the first convo on my list

 

Keith

What kind of name is Hunk?

 

Lance 

Oh, so that is what gets you to respond to me? Me talking about the platonic light of my life?

 

Keith 

That and I’m pretty convinced you’re the kind of person who would continue to pester me until I responded anyway

 

Lance 

Mmmm you’re only half right, normally I wouldn’t be I’m just so mcfreaking BORED

 

Keith 

23

 

Lance 

????

 

Keith

That’s how old I am. I just turned 23 

 

Lance

Nice!!! New friend!!!

 

Keith 

Nobody said anything about friends

 

Lance 

But we’re the same age and in the same city! Deffo friends

 

Keith 

Anyway… Why are you making poor life choices?

 

Lance

Oh I always make poor life choices. Currently, it’s that I haven’t bought a single christmas gift and instead spent half my money on black friday shit

 

Keith 

Sucks to suck

 

Lance 

:O

 

(9:42pm)

Lance 

So if you get up at the literal butt crack of dawn, does that mean you’re a party pooper as well and go to bed way too early?

 

Keith 

You’re the one that assumes I got up early because I wanted to. If it were up to me, I’d never wake up before 10am, but that stupid Thursday morning class is the only one available to fill my major requirements this semester

 

Lance 

Oof, I feel that. My first year, 3 of my classes that were mandatory got filled within the first day and the only spots left were 8am or 7pm and I ain’t about that night class life either

 

Keith

Not me, I’d take the night class. I’m up until way too late most nights anyway. Would save me from only getting 4 hours of sleep

 

Lance

My skin would DIE if I only ever got that much sleep

 

Keith

I regularly get that much sleep

 

Lance

Your skin must be very unhappy with you

 

Keith

I think its okay??

 

Lance

I will have to be the judge of that. I must see your face

 

Keith

Um??

 

Lance

Send me a picture, doofus. My snapchat is lancemcclain

 

Keith stared at his phone for a solid minute, trying to figure out what to do. He’s spoken to this mysterious Lance for all of two days and wants him to send a picture? He hasn’t even opened his snapchat account in over a month, and before that it was just Pidge sending him memes which she found was easier to send them to him on discord.

He opened up their most recent conversation.

 

discord

Keith

Pidge what do I do

 

Pidge

You’re gonna have to be more specific than that

 

Keith

This guy I accidentally texted wants to see a picture of me but that's super sus right??

 

Pidge

Uh I guess that depends on context? As in I NEED SOME

 

Keith quickly filled Pidge in on the last 48 hours, hoping she could offer some sort of advice.

 

Pidge

Well it seems like you’re just having a gay panic for a man you’ve never met

 

Keith

Pidge

 

Pidge

Just send him a picture, worst case scenario, you block him and never have to talk to him again

 

Keith

That’s actually… not a terrible idea.

 

Pidge

I am a literal genius you know

 

Keith

A fact of which you never stop reminding me whenever you get the chance

 

Pidge

Go send the boy a picture you’ve probably freaked him out

 

Sure enough, Keith had three more texts from Lance.

 

Lance

Look you don’t have to, it was just me being an asshole

 

Lance

I’m sorry Keith, seriously

 

Lance

Keith?

 

Keith

Sorry, sorry, I was just dealing with something. It might take a minute I haven’t used snapchat in a while

 

<snapchat from Keith to Lance>

 

Lance

What the fuck???

 

Keith

Did it not work? 

 

Lance

How the hell is your skin so nice? I bet you wash it with body wash

 

Keith

Lucky guess. I bet you wash it with a whole bunch of those expensive skin products

 

<snapchat Lance to Keith>

 

Lance

YES! That’s how my skin stays so glowy

 

discord

Keith

PIDGE HE’S HOT

 

Pidge

Gay. Panic.

 

Text

Keith

That’s on purpose? 

 

Lance

You can’t see me, but I’m shaking my head right now

 

Keith

It’s so expensive to do all that shit, what’s the point when it just makes you look like you’re greasy

 

Lance

I am so disappointed and I would love to argue with you, but alas, I have class and the teacher HAS taken my phone away before

 

Keith put his phone down and dropped his head into his hands. Makes it look like you’re greasy? Had he really said that? 

 

Meanwhile, Lance was having a meltdown of his own. How was it that this random guy who texted him out of the blue could have been so goddamn good looking? He was hot in a dark, leather jacket biker kind of way. The helmet hair with the little flip at the end did not help, and yet he managed to rock it and send Lance’s poor bisexual heart into a frenzy.

Leaving class, Lance met up with Hunk, and asked him what was wrong.

“What do you mean what’s wrong?” Lance asked

“Dude, you wear your heart on your sleeve like no one I’ve ever met. It’s always easy to tell when you’re going through something.”

Lance sighed. “Nothing is wrong , it’s more just, I’m having a minor crisis because this guy accidentally texted me and he’s so good looking even though he has a MULLET and uses freaking body wash to wash his face.”

“You know that’s most guys our age, right?”

“And that is precisely why I will always like girls as well.”

“Then why have your last three flings been with boys?” Hunk asked with a smirk.

“Girls are pretty, but boys are handsome. If it weren’t for your unfortunate heterosexuality and the fact that you’re my best friend and I love your girlfriend with all my heart, I would date you so hard.”

“Awe dude, I would date you too.”

“Bro.”

“ Bro .”

Chapter 2

A week passed and Lance had not let up on texting Keith whatsoever. It hadn’t bothered Keith though, and he was generally enjoying getting to know him, not that he would ever say it out loud. 

 

Friday

(10:17am)

Lance

Did you ever end up getting in touch with that Dave guy for your project?

 

Keith

Nope, turns out he dropped the class so I had to do the whole thing myself

 

Lance

Wow, fuck that Dave guy

 

Keith

Nah honestly, it was better that way. I don’t love working with people I don’t know very well

 

Lance

I wonder if he knew he was going to drop the class and gave you a fake number to keep you from biting his head off over it

 

Keith

I wish he’d just given me his real number and told me, would have given me like an extra 3 days to work on it which would have been real nice given I had to do his share of the work too

 

Lance

How’d you do?

 

Keith

Marks for it don’t come out till Monday so I have the whole weekend to worry about it

 

Lance

You wanna watch a movie with me online tonight to take your mind off it? I just finished a big project too and my brain needs a break

 

Keith

What kind of movie did you have in mind

 

Lance

I was thinking star wars or something

 

Keith

Okay, but only if we watch A New Hope, I don’t wanna deal with the prequels right now

 

Lance

Bro, obviously

 

Keith

I’ve got class till 2, so any time after that

 

Lance

Nice, I finish at noon so we could even do the whole trilogy 

 

Keith

Alright, I don’t have anything better to do

 

Lance

Wow don’t sound so excited

 

Lance

I’m kidding, you wanna start around 4?

 

Keith

Yea that gives me time to get some food for the movies

 

Lance

You got discord? I’ll send you the link 

 

A few hours later, Keith found himself curled up on his couch, computer connected to his tv, waiting for Lance to send the link to the rabbit session so they could start watching Star Wars together. 

 

Lance

Hunk does a really good chewbacca impression

 

Keith

My brother does a good r2 impression but that might be because he is literally part robot

 

Lance

??? excuse me ???

 

Keith

He has a prosthetic arm lol

 

Lance

Wouldn’t that make him a better c3po?

 

Keith

Except he can’t do a british accent, so r2 is a better fit for him

 

They spend the whole of the trilogy making comments back and forth of the same nature, getting into a particularly heated argument about who shot first. In the end, they agreed to disagree. 

 

(10:38pm)

Keith

I think I’ve become one with my couch

 

Lance

I think I did the same by the end of empire strikes back

 

Keith

Wanna watch more?

 

Lance

Prequels or new trilogy?

 

Keith

Rogue one?

 

Lance

I like your thinking, I’ll get it set up

 

Keith

Awesome, I’m gonna have a bathroom break and get some more snacks

 

Discord

Pidge

Keith, its a friday night and I have not heard a word from you, what the fuck is up

 

Keith

What do you mean

 

Pidge

We’ve been playing video games practically every friday for the last 3 months because you’re bored

 

Keith

Huh, I guess I hadn’t noticed. I’ve been watching Star Wars

 

Pidge

WITHOUT ME???

 

Keith

Sorry gremlin, I didn’t realize that it was something I could only do with you. Lance and I have been streaming it

 

Pidge

Lance, the boy you said was texting you too much and you didn’t know why and then had a whole gay panic about? I guess I can accept that, you really need to get laid

 

Keith

Pidge what the fuck

 

Pidge

It’s true, when was the last time you got some? Not that I can pretend to understand the need for it, but I know you do

 

Keith

I’m leaving this conversation now, we’re about to start another movie, goodbye

 

Pidge

GET SOME

 

Text

Keith

Is it illegal to put a child up for adoption if it isn’t yours and technically not a child

 

Lance

I mean, probably? My mom has threatened many a time to put me up for adoption despite the fact I’m an adult

 

Keith

Good, I’m gonna call child services now then, I’ve had their number on speed dial since I was 8

 

Lance

I really hope you’re joking

 

Keith

I am. I didn’t get their number until I had a phone at age 13

 

Lance

Keith??

 

Keith

I was an orphan so its chill

 

Lance

KEITH????

 

Keith

*finger guns*

 

Lance

Hey! That’s my thing and we are going to be revisiting this at a later date, but I’d like to know more about why you want to put someone up for adoption and then start the movie

 

Keith

Oh, you ever just have a friend who does shit that makes them deserve to be put up for adoption or like, pushed into traffic?

 

Lance

Say no more, I completely understand. I’ve felt that way about most of my siblings

 

Keith

Excellent, let's get to the movie then

 

Halfway through the movie, Lance stopped getting responses from Keith and guessed that he’d fallen asleep. 

 

(1:20am)

Lance

Goodnight Keith lol

Chapter 3

Saturday

(11:47am)

 

The next morning Keith woke up on his couch with a blanket draped over him. He supposed at some point during the night, his brother Shiro had returned from his shift at work and found him passed out on the couch. Checking his phone, he saw it was almost noon and he had several missed texts from Lance. Judging from their content, he had likely fallen asleep around halfway through the movie. His stomach did a little flip when he read the goodnight text, but he didn’t have time to unpack that.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” a voice called from the kitchen.

Sitting up, he looked over and saw Shiro standing with a cup of coffee in his hands.

“How the fuck do you work the night shift and still manage to be a morning person?” he asked.

“Naps.”

“Old man.”

Shiro shrugged, raking his fingers through his stark white bangs to push them out of his face. “I’ve just worked out how to have a life and still work a policeman's hours.”

“You say, still sharing an apartment with your brother.”

“I recall being generous enough to let you live here at a fraction of the price of getting one on your own.”

Keith sighed. “Yea, yea, I know. Sometimes I regret it, like when Adam comes over.”

“You love Adam!”

“Of course I do, he’s great and a great partner for you, but you guys are so in love it’s actually disgusting. I have what is basically a standing invite to sleep at Pidge’s when you two haven’t seen each other in a while. I already need therapy, but one less thing to discuss doesn’t hurt.”

“How is Janet doing anyway?”

“She’s doing well, her daughter just turned 10, and her birthday party was mothman themed.”

“Aaaand I remember why Janet is the perfect therapist for you,” Shiro said with a shake of his head. 

 

Text

(12:03pm)

Keith

Do you have any siblings?

 

Lance

3 of them

 

Keith

Older or younger?

 

Lance

Older, why?

 

Keith

Oh that makes so much more sense about you. But that’s not why I asked. Is it just me, or are they insufferable sometimes?

 

Lance

What is that supposed to mean?

Also yes, most of the time in my opinion.

 

Keith

Good to know it’s not just mine. And I just mean that your personality fits that of a youngest child

 

Lance

I thought you were an orphan???

Yea, I hear that a lot lol

 

Keith

I am. Orphaned doesn’t mean alone. That being said, he’s a half brother I didn’t know about until I was a teenager, which he seems to think means he has to make up for years and years of not being there, as if it’s his fault

 

Lance

In my opinion, they are either WAY too overprotective, or total assholes

 

Keith

He’s both

 

Lance

Also a likely possibility. I’ve learned so much about you in the last 10 minutes. More than the whole of the last week I think

 

Keith

Did you ever stop and think that might be because I’m a random person you’ve never met who texted you by accident? Not to mention for someone who spends a lot of time chatting about nothing and everything, you have neglected to mention you have 3 siblings

 

Lance

… it’s complicated

 

Keith

Okay?

 

Lance didn’t text back for a while and Keith was worried he hit a nerve he wasn’t supposed to, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. Like he’d told Lance, they hardly knew each other.

“Why do you keep glancing at your phone so intently? And who were you texting? You never look that interested when you’re messaging Pidge,” Shiro asked, breaking Keith out of his thoughts. 

Keith wasn’t sure he wanted to tell Shiro about Lance just yet, but clearly he’d broken out of his usual habits enough to warrant notice. 

“A new… friend? I don’t know. It’s complicated,” he opted to say, echoing Lance’s last text.

Shiro raised an eyebrow. “That’s all I get? A complicated friend?”

“That’s all you’re going to get until it’s not complicated. Even Janet doesn’t know yet.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Shiro immediately got a suspicious glint in his eyes and Keith regretted his entire life until that moment.

“Janet doesn’t know? Could this be more than a friend? A crush maybe?”

Keith willed his cheeks to not redden and rolled his eyes. “You’re jumping to conclusions. I just mean I’m not sure if you can count someone you’ve only known for a week as a friend. Now I have to meet Pidge soon and I have to stop by campus before that, so I’m going to leave now.”

Shiro didn’t reply, but Keith couldn’t help but notice the insufferable smirk he had while Keith left the room.

 

Keith hadn’t realized how much he expected to receive a million texts and silly selfie snaps from Lance a day until he wasn’t. He hadn’t expected him to go completely AWOL just from a simple comment, but then again, Keith had never been the most socially competent person, even if he’d gotten better over the years.

He couldn’t even figure out how to see if Lance was okay since he didn’t know anything other than that they were the same age and in school. Even that was only a 50/50 shot that they attended the same one since there were two major universities in the city. He also knew that Lance had a friend named Hunk, which was an unusual name… 

It may have been the middle of the night, but Keith knew that wouldn’t matter

 

discord

Keith

Pidge I need your help

 

Pidge

I don’t have the time for your gay ass problems 

 

Keith

It’s actually kind of important and requires your unique computer skills.

 

Pidge

I’m listening

 

Keith

I need you to find someone named Hunk who lives in our city

 

Pidge

He goes to the same school as us

 

Keith

??

That took 10 seconds???

 

Pidge

Yes, because we have class together. Trust me, he has never met anyone with the same name as him, so the likelihood of there being another one in the city is real slim

Oh fuck

He has a friend named Lance

How dare you pull me into your gay ass shit when I told you not to

 

Keith

Can you just ask Hunk if Lance is okay?

 

Pidge

You barely know him and now you’re going to his friends?

 

Keith

Pidge

 

Pidge

It’s the middle of the fucking night

So you’ll have to wallow in your gay panic(™) until morning

 

Keith

But you’ll help?

 

Pidge

Yes you asshole, now leave me alone, I’m trying to kick this 12 year old’s ass at fortnite.

 

Keith sighed in frustration, both at not knowing what happened with Lance as well as being so upset over someone he had never met.

The next thing he knew, light was beaming onto his face and his phone buzzed with a new message.

 

discord

Pidge

According to Hunk he’s going through some stuff and he gets all quiet and broody when it happens so don’t take it personally and he’ll get over it in a day or two

Also he was very confused as to why I was asking so you owe me for this weird ass request

 

Keith

Thanks gremlin

 

Pidge

*middle finger emoji*

Chapter 4

Notes:

So here I was thinking that it had only been like a year or so since I'd updated and then I see it's been 3? My bad guys. I promise it won't be that long again lol

Wednesday
(5:17pm)

Hunk had been mostly right. It was three full days before Keith heard from Lance again, which was almost long enough to return to his mostly notification-less life.

When he did hear from Lance, what he was not expecting was a fucking phone call.

He watched his phone vibrate and play “I miss you” by Blink-182, Lance’s name flashing on the screen. He let it ring for a full 10 seconds while he decided whether or not to answer, but before he had the chance to decide, it stopped ringing.

He had really not been prepared for a phone call of all things from the person he’d accidentally texted a week beforehand and somehow became friends with, but he was now wishing he’d answered it. He wanted to know what this hot, bronze skinned, Star Wars loving boy sounded like. He could practically hear Pidge’s voice in his head saying “aw, your poor homosexual heart is having a hard time.”

Lance
Hey, sorry I disappeared on you. And sorry for the call, I just figured 3 days was a long time to just text back “sorry”. Anyway, long story short, some shit happened with my family last week and your question about siblings reminded me that we’re all assholes to our family sometimes

Keith
Uh, it’s totally cool. Sorry I didn’t answer, I just wasn’t expecting a phone call? The only one who calls is Shiro because he’s basically an old man even if he’s only 5 years older than me. But it’s good, shit happens and you don’t need to explain that to someone who is basically a stranger

Lance
Keith, we marathoned Star Wars together, we’re practically besties at this point lol
Plus, that doesn’t mean I should just ghost you

Keith
What would Hunk think about you calling me a bestie?

Lance
I said PRACTICALLY. No one will ever take Hunk’s place in my heart.

Keith
My best friend would drop me for a 5$ and a bag of chips

Lance
I think you need new friends

Keith
Nah, I’d do the same to her so we’re good.

Lance
Is she the one you wanted to put up for adoption?

Keith
That sounds like something I’d say about her, yes.

Lance
Lol
Again, sorry for ghosting and I’ll try not to do it again

Keith
You could call again sometime. If you wanted.

Lance
Are you sure?

Keith
Well you said I needed to get some new friends, and friends call each other, right?

Lance
You right, you right. Can I call you tomorrow?

Keith
Sure. Tomorrow then.

Lance did call Keith. Their conversation was a little awkward and stilted at first, but Lance said something absolutely ridiculous, causing Keith to laugh, and the tension was broken.
Keith couldn’t get over Lance’s voice. It was a little higher than he’d pictured, but whenever he slipped Spanish into the conversation it was maddening. He decided that he didn’t care much about what Lance was saying, only that he wanted to keep listening, which was fine because Lance did most of the talking for the both of them. If they weren’t chatting on the phone before bed, they were texting throughout the day, and somehow they didn’t run out of things to talk about.

It also turned out that they did go to the same school, and had probably passed each other on campus without even knowing. Keith was in the process of wondering if he and Lance would ever actually meet when Shiro came in the front door of their apartment with enough takeout for more than just the two of them. Keith sighed, knowing this meant Adam was staying over.

“Hey Keith, I brought dinner.”

“For three it seems.”

Shiro smiled sheepishly. “Adam sprained his ankle so he’s out of work for the next couple of days.”

“Ugh, I’ll see if Pidge can let me stay over.”

“You know you don’t have to do that,” Shiro said, placing the takeout boxes on the dining room table.

“Oh I know I don’t have to, but for my sanity, I’d like to avoid Nurse Shiro as much as possible. You’re extra insufferable when you’re doting on him.”

“It’s not that bad.”

Keith raised an eyebrow. “When I broke my arm, I was ready to kill you by the end of it. It’s only going to be worse when it’s your boyfriend.”

Discord
Keith
Adam is coming over again tonight

Pidge
Sucks bro

Keith
Can I stay over?

Pidge
Sorry, I may be super grounded for breaking curfew to go to a nighttime tech swap

Keith
Again?

Pidge
I have been looking for this specific part for my computer for a literal year and its the only place I’ve seen it in the last 6 months

Keith
What am I gonna dooooooo

Pidge
Maybe ask your new friend Lance *eyebrow wiggle*

Keith
I’ve never met him in person and youre saying I should just go ask to stay at his place. No way

By the following Wednesday morning, Keith was seriously considering listening to Pidge and asking Lance for a place to crash, despite the fact they’d only known each other for the better part of two weeks, even if they spent countless hours conversing.

One night of Adam staying over was enough for Keith to lose his mind. Shiro and his boyfriend had such different work schedules that thankfully he didn’t have to endure nights like that often, but if he had to spend another night listening to the two of them giggling, cooing, and cuddling followed by some uncomfortably lewd noises, he was going to gouge his ears out with a knife.

And he had several knives to choose from.

Text
(9:45am)
Keith
Lance I have a serious favour to ask, and I would not be asking if it wasn’t super important

Lance
Keith, buddy, I am not the best person to ask to help hide a body, I’m a terrible liar.

Keith
First off, I’m offended you think that I couldn’t hide a body all on my own. Second, Pidge and I have had a pact that we would help each other with hiding a body no questions asked. Third, its not that

Lance
What’s up?

Keith
Can I crash at your place tonight?

Lance
Uhh, what?

Keith
So you know how I live with my brother, right? And I’ve told you about his boyfriend? Well they are the absolute worst couple to spend time around because they’re so stupidly in love its disgusting. I just need a night or two away from them, and Pidge is grounded, and I would like, sleep in a car or something like they do in the movies, but a motorcycle is not exactly a good bed

Lance
YOU HAVE A MOTORCYCLE? Omg I cannot believe I was right in thinking you look like a biker

Keith
Have I not mentioned that yet? Yea, it was a 20th birthday gift from Shiro after I got my license.

Lance
THATS A BIG THING NOT TO MENTION. But I’ll ask Hunk. I have learned to not bring random people home without telling him first. Long story, I’ll tell you later.

Keith
I’d love to hear how Hunk, the person you have deemed the nicest man on the planet, has issues with that.

Lance
He’s cool with it, but he wants to meet up beforehand. Again, its a long story but you’ll understand why lol

Keith
Amazing. I finish class at 4 so we can meet up after then?

Lance
Hunk and I will both be done around then too. Coffee shop outside the Arts building?

Keith
Works for me, see you then.

---

The closer to the end of his class, the more anxious Keith was becoming. He knew this was the lesser of two evils, and despite the fact that he’d spent countless hours talking to Lance, he’d never been good at meeting new people. Even if they’d talked on the phone, he knew in person he could be standoffish. Shiro had said so and he didn’t want to lose someone who he’d actually started to consider a friend and he’d have to go back to his grossly in love brother and his boyfriend.

He wondered if Mrs Holt would let him sleep in their garage if he promised not to break Pidge’s grounding…

While the thought crossed his mind, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Lance.

Lance
On route to pick up Hunk from his class and then we’ll meet you

Whelp, it was too late to cancel. He’d just have to set aside his anxiety and make his way to the coffee shop.

The closer he got, the slower he found himself walking. Looking into the shop, he could see someone who looked a lot like the snapchat selfies he’d received, sitting next to a larger man who fit every description of Hunk that Lance had given him.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door and walked into the shop.

Hearing the ding of the bell, Lance looked over and a huge smile broke across his face.

“Keith!” he cried and ran over, crushing him in a hug. “It’s so great to meet you in person!”

“Uh, you too?” Keith replied, his response sounding more like a question. He was not usually a very touchy person and wasn’t sure how to handle having someone he’d only just met in person attached to him like a koala.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Hunk so he knows we aren’t inviting a crazy guy into our apartment,” Lance said, pulling Keith over to the table where he and Hunk were set up. “Hunk, this is Keith! The one and only mulleted biker!”

“Lance, you only found out I had a bike this morning,” Keith replied.

“So? The mullet makes so much sense, it’s probably from your bike helmet.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you it’s not a mullet.”

Lance opened his mouth, but Hunk cut him off. “It’s nice to meet you Keith, Lance hasn’t shut up about you since you accidentally texted him.”

“Hunk!” Lance said, shrilly.

Keith was relieved to know that in person Lance had the same mannerisms as phone call Lance, pushing away the knot of anxiety that had formed in his gut.

“So Lance tells me that you wanted to meet me before I came over. I would love to know what prompted that,” Keith asked Hunk.

“Several things, really. I think my favourite was this girl named Nyma, back when we were in first year-”

Lance blanched and let out a high pitched noise, trying to signal Hunk to stop.

“Oh man, I’ve met Nyma before and whatever you were about to say, I can already understand why you’re worried.”

Lance leaned back in his chair, cheeks pink from embarrassment.

“So you know that she has a bad habit of flirting with everyone for personal benefit?” Hunk asked, and Keith nodded. “So Lance had this really nice bicycle, and was what the kids these days call ‘easy’. He was so thrilled that a girl was showing interest in him, he eventually found himself tied to a tree in the courtyard outside the engineering building, Nyma riding off with it.”

Keith looked over at Lance who had his head buried in his hands. He chuckled, remembering a story Shiro had told him a couple of years ago.

“Wait, didn’t she leave you in your underwear too?” Keith asked, and both Lance and Hunk looked at him in surprise.

“How did you know that?” Lance baulked.

Keith grinned. “Well if I remember right, I believe someone called into the local police station because they saw a half naked guy calling for help from outside their dorm room window. Didn’t I tell you that Shiro is a police officer?”

Lance’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Asian, about six foot two, built like a fridge with white bangs? Ring any bells?”

“Hunk, prepare my grave for me, I’m ready to die,” Lance said, sinking into his chair as far as it would allow.

Hunk laughed so hard he had to catch his breath before asking, “your brother is officer Shirogane?” Keith nodded. “In that case, you are welcome to stay with us as long as you like. I remember when he dropped Lance off back at our dorm, he looked like he was ready to retire.”

“At least he got Lance’s bike back,” Keith added, remembering when Shiro told him about delivering it back to the ridiculous half-naked latino. “Wait, didn’t you fucking flirt with him too?”

Hunk re-doubled over in laughter, clearly not having known about that little tidbit of info from that night. Between giggles he said, “Scratch that. Keith, you can come live with us forever.”

“I regret ever responding to your text message,” Lance said, face as red as a tomato, sunk so far down in his chair, his legs stuck out the other side of the table.

Standing, Hunk said, “Come on, Lance, let’s go bring Keith to our place.” Turning to Keith he asked, “did you drive?”

Keith nodded.

“Follow us then, we aren’t too far and have a decent amount of visitor parking.”

Keith sighed once he was back on his bike, following Lance and Hunk’s little blue car, happy that things seemed to be going well as far as his friendship with Lance was concerned. Well, except for one thing.

Lance was incredibly good looking. Long legs, a fit swimmer's body, and eyes that could have rivalled the water itself, they were so blue. The snapchats he sent did not do him justice compared to his physical self.

He couldn’t tell if he was glad he came or not.

Meanwhile in the car, Lance was panicking.

“Hunk, he’s HOT, I mean, I knew that already but I was not prepared for how hot he is in real life.”

Hunk shook his head. “You got yourself into this by talking to him even after he tried to blow you off.”

“But he’s so much fun to talk to,” Lance whined. “He’s like my hot, anti-social rival. The other night he tried to convince me that the perfect animal is the hippo. He’s such an idiot and I never want him to stop.”

“Then you have no right to complain if you’re doing it to yourself.”

“I’m not doing it to myself, he’s doing it to me.”

“Well you’d better get your act together, cause we’re home.”

“Shit.”

Keith pulled into the visitor parking lot, and carried his bag with him to meet up with Hunk and Lance outside the door to their building, then head inside.

Stopping before apartment 608, Hunk pulled his keys out, letting them in. Lance let Keith in before him, closing the door behind him. Keith stopped a few steps in, taking in the first part of their apartment. They were lucky enough to have a front entryway, filled with shoes and varying seasons worth of outerwear. They had a small mirror hanging on the wall and Keith just knew that it was there for Lance to check himself before he left the apartment.

“So the bathroom is just right here around the corner, that’s my room there, and next is Hunk’s,” Lance explained, taking Keith into the hallway that spanned the length of the apartment. “Down at the other end is the kitchen-slash-dining area, and the living room. We have a balcony too, the entrance is through the living room.”

Keith nodded along, carrying his bag into the living room, following the two roommates.“This is a really nice place you guys have though. I can’t imagine it’s cheap though?”

Lance and Hunk exchanged smiles, and Lance replied, “we got stupid lucky when we were looking for a place. It’s in a crappier area, so the rent is cheaper in general but it also came with hydro included so it was worth it.”

Keith whistled. “I’m a little jealous. Pretty sure our place is around the same size, but is a small fortune. Thank god Shiro has a full time job.”

Lance groaned at the mention of Keith’s brother. He was never going to live down the fact that he tried to flirt with him.

Keith on the other hand, did not notice as he was taking in everything in their apartment. From what he knew of Lance and what he’d been told about Hunk, he could see little pieces of their personality in their decor. There were video game posters all over the walls, as well as some beach and ocean pictures which he knew were Lance’s.

Lance had told Keith that Hunk was big on tech and it was definitely apparent in the plethora of cords and random techy bits and bobs.

Lance plopped down on the couch and picked up a controller. “You like Mario Kart?”

“Which one?”

Lance gestured to the consoles lined under their TV. “Take your pick!”

They settled on Mario Kart Wii and Lance was not prepared to get his ass handed to him so thoroughly. When he expressed this frustration, Keith smiled (which shot right into Lance’s bisexual little heart) and explained that he had to get good or he’d never win against Pidge.

Hunk made dinner, and Keith understood.

“Hunk, if you ever decide you’re not straight, you have a standing marriage proposal from me.”

Hunk chuckled. “You’ll have to fight Lance for that, he’s already proposed several times.”

Through a mouthful of food Lance added, “and I’ll ask again until you marry Shay or decide to take me up on it.”

“Shay from the bookstore?” Keith asked.

Hunk nodded. “We’ve been dating for a little over two years now.”

“They’re so cute, it's actually infuriating sometimes,” Lance said.

“You’re just upset because she turned you down and you can’t be mad because you love both of us.”

Lance huffed, and Keith laughed, causing Lance’s heart to squeeze. Listening to him laugh on the phone was not the same as watching the corners of his eyes crinkle and seeing his canine flash when he smiled.

When it was time for them to sleep, Keith expected to take the couch, but both his hosts looked at him in horror.

“Keith, buddy, my guy, absolutely not,” Lance said, picking up Keith’s bag.

“It may be comfortable to sit and veg on, but you will wake up with the worst back pain of your life if you try to sleep on it,” Hunk added.

“So where-”

“This way, mullet man,” Lance interrupted. Keith followed Lance down the hall to the bedrooms and into what was immediately obvious was Lance’s.

Blue walls absolutely covered in pictures of friends, family, and beach views, and posters of Lance’s favourite bands. His double bed sat tucked in one corner with a small side table, and a desk on the wall at the foot end of it.

“You know, I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch, it can’t be that bad.”

“Trust me when I say, it is. Even my youngest niece hated it. That’s why I’ve got this bad boy,” Lance said and pulled on a metal bar under his bed.

Keith was surprised to see that it was a whole rolling system that came out and popped up to make a full twin sized bed on a metal frame.

Lance rolled it to the wall opposite his bed and gestured to it. “Voila! Much better than the couch, I promise.

“That’s a neat trick,” Keith replied, sitting on it to test out the sturdiness. Truthfully, he was incredibly anxious to be sharing such a small space with Lance on their first meeting, but he felt good knowing Lance trusted him enough to do so.

“As you can see,” Lance said, pointing to the photos on his walls, “I have a lot of family and they like to visit from time to time. There’s also an air mattress, but this is way less time consuming to set up. I’m going to go get ready for bed, so feel free to get comfortable and I’ll be back in a flash.”

Lance left, leaving Keith to really take in his surroundings without reservation. There were a lot of photos of him and Hunk, which was no surprise. What interested Keith were the other ones of his family. After Lance went silent, Keith was curious to know what could have made such a happy looking family cause him to do so. Lance had said he was the youngest, but there were many young kids in his photos which must be nieces and nephews and cousins. He could tell for the most part which ones were Lance’s siblings since they looked really similar, and one girl in the photos who was basically a female version of Lance. He had mentioned briefly his twin, Rachel, but not much else.

Almost all the family photos were on a beach or in a tropical looking climate, which Keith guessed was Cuba. Lance always had a lot to say about Cuba and how much he missed it there during the winter especially.

Before he could examine anymore, he heard Lance coming back down the hall from the bathroom and returned to his cot, pulling out his own toiletries. Lance returned wearing what looked like silk pjs and Keith couldn’t help but think how on brand that felt for him.

He changed into his own pjs (sweats and a tank top) and did his business in the bathroom before crawling into bed.

“Lance?” he asked into the darkness of the room after a short while.

“Yea?”

“Thanks again for letting me stay. I know it sounds ridiculous that I can’t handle my brother and his boyfriend, but it’s just a lot.”

“Dude, don’t forget, I’ve got three of my own. I remember how bad it was when the older ones were in relationships before they moved out. It can be brutal, so you’re preaching to the choir.”

“Still. Thanks.”

“No problemo mullet man.”

Keith rolled his eyes, even though Lance couldn’t see. After a few more minutes he could hear Lance’s breathing even out and the occasional small snore slip out. He had a hard time getting to sleep, once everything really came down on him.

He was sleeping in Lance’s room. Some random person he accidentally texted and who wouldn’t leave him alone, and now someone Keith considered a friend.

It was a lot to take in for someone who had always had a hard time with other people, but Lance made it easy.

Eventually, Lance’s steady breathing helped lull Keith off to sleep, his last thoughts being how he could possibly get used to this.

This in person meet up did not deter Lance from texting Keith regularly however. Even at all hours.

 

Saturday

(3:50am)
Lance
Keith… what if the g in gif is silent??

Keith
Lance, go the fuck to sleep

Lance
What gif I don’t want to?

Keith
What gif you go the fuck to sleep or I’ll drive to your place and choke you

Lance
Kinky ;)

Keith
GOODNIGHT LANCE

Thursday

A week later, he received a phone call from Lance, even though he’d told Keith he had plans.

“Hello?”

“KEEF!” Lance yelled, making Keith drop his phone in alarm. From the ground he could still hear yelling.

“Lance?” he asked, this time holding the phone a little ways from his ear.

“Keeeeef, hi!”

“Why are you calling me that?”

Lance giggled. “What do you mean, Keef is your name!”

“Are you drunk?”

“Noooooo,” Lance replied. “I’ve only had like… three drinks so I’m just a lil tipsy.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Where is Hunk?”

“He’s here! HUNK! SAY HI TO KEEF!”

A voice from faraway on Lance’s end called “hi Keef!”

“Ah, so he’s been drinking too.”

“Mhm. We had a BIG test today so we’re celebrating.” Lance gasped, “KEEF! You should come over and celebrate with us!”

“It’s pretty late Lance, I was getting ready to go to bed.”

“Awe,” Lance replied, sounding genuinely upset, making it feel like someone was squeezing Keith’s heart. He thought about what he had lined up for the next day, and his first class wasn’t until after noon.

“Where are you celebrating?” Keith asked.

Lance’s tone perked back up. “At the campus bar! It’s Happy Hour tonight! HALF PRICED DRINKS BABYYYYYY!”

“You seem like you’re having a good time, you sure you want me to come?”

“Oh my god Keef, yes! It’s the only thing that would make this night better!”

Keith sighed. “I suppose I can come have a drink with you guys.”

Lance shrieked and yelled away from his phone, “HUNK! KEEF IS COMING!”

“See you soon Lance.”

“BYE KEEF!”

Lance spotted Keith the moment he walked into the bar and went barreling towards him.

“KEEF!” he cried and threw his arms around Keith’s neck. This was the first time they’d had actual physical contact and Keith was thankful for the coloured lights flashing that hid his blush.

“I see you’re still happily drunk?”

“Happier now that you’re here!” Lance replied with a goofy smile. Turning back, but not letting go of Keith’s neck he yelled, “HUNK! LOOK! KEEF!”

Keith glanced around Lance’s head and saw Hunk waving happily at him from the other side of the room, looking far more sober than his best friend. Shay, who was seated next to him at a high table, waved at him as well. He waved back to both of them and turned his attention back to Lance, whose grin had not lessened in the slightest.

Lance lowered his arms from around Keith’s neck and grabbed his hands instead. Keith couldn’t help but notice how soft they were, probably from all the moisturiser he used. They were also warm, but not sweaty like he would have expected of someone who’d been drinking and partying.

He realized Lance was pulling him in the direction of the dance floor. “Dance with me!”

“Uh, I think I'm way too sober for that.”

Lance’s mouth dropped open in an ‘o’ and immediately changed course for the bar.

“ROLO! Get my Keef here a beverage!”

Keith’s breath hitched. My Keef?

The bartender, Rolo, smirked and turned his attention towards Keith. “What would Keef like? It’s about time you showed up, he hasn’t shut up for the last half hour about you.”

Keith could feel himself blushing again. “It’s actually Keith, and I’ll have a rum and coke.” Glancing at Lance, he added, “and you’d better make that a double. Maybe a water for Lance, too.”

“Coming right up.”

Lance tried to avoid the water, saying it wasn’t necessary, but Keith refused to move until he downed the whole glass. Sighing, Lance drank it and slammed the cup down on the counter.

“DONE! Now let’s daaaaance!”

Keith relented and let Lance pull him on to the dancefloor, which in hindsight, Keith realized was a mistake. Lance put his Cuban genes to good use and knew how to move. It was almost too much for Keith to handle, the way he rolled his hips, pulling Keith closer.

Chapter 5

Keith sighed, dragging Lance into the elevator to take him up to his apartment, which was difficult since he was basically a tall noodle by that point in the night. At least he’d stopped referring to Keith as ‘Keef’. 

 

The downside was a slightly less excitable Lance was absolutely torturous to Keith. He draped himself all over Keith, nuzzling into his neck, making it increasingly difficult to get him into the building and up to his apartment. 

 

“Keeeeeith,” Lance whined. “I’m tired!”

 

“Yes Lance, I know, that’s why we’re getting you up to bed. See, we just reached your floor,” Keith replied, helping Lance out of the elevator and down the hall. “Where’s your key?”

 

Lance flopped back with an exasperated sigh, making Keith scramble to catch him. Righting himself, Lance patted himself down in search of his house keys, growing more frantic as he ran out of places to search.

 

He turned to Keith, eyes wide and shiny with threatening tears. “I don’t have them!” he wailed, and Keith shushed him, reminding him it was way past the hours of being loud in an apartment building. 

 

“What do you mean you don’t have them?”

 

Lance pouted. “I know I had them when I left, but who knows!”

 

“Maybe you left them somewhere at the bar?”

 

“Maybe…” Lance trailed off. Realization dawned on him, and he sank to the floor next to his apartment door. “Oh nooooo, I left them with Hunk!”

 

Keith cursed silently. Shay had been the DD that night, planning on borrowing Lance’s car to take him home and then heading back to her place with Hunk who would bring it back in the morning. Lance was fading fast and there was no safe way he could transport him back to his own apartment on his bike even if he hadn’t been drinking himself.

 

Also Shiro would never let him live it down if he brought back ‘naked stolen bicycle boy’ back in this state. 

 

“Lance, I am going to do something and I don’t want you telling Hunk about it. Or my brother for that matter.”

 

Lance looked back at him quizzically, but nodded anyway.

 

Keith pulled a couple bobby pins out of his hair. Lance watched him with intense interest while he bent one in half at a 90 degree angle and bent the other half only slightly, inserting both into the lock. Taking a deep breath, Keith fiddled with the pieces for a couple of minutes before making a small noise of victory, and turning the lock until they both heard the bolt shift. 

 

He removed the bobby pins and turned the handle, letting the door swing gently open into the empty apartment.

 

Lance gaped. “Keith that’s so fucking cool! You’ve gotta teach me!”

 

Shushing him again, Keith helped Lance to his feet and ushered him inside, relocking the door behind them. 

 

“Keeeeeith I’m serious! That was some badass shit back there! I feel like I know so much about you but also nothing at all,” Lance said, only slurring his words a little. 

 

“I was a bored delinquent foster kid, most of us know how to do things like that.”

 

Lance flopped face first on his bed, letting out a sigh of content. “Bed, I swear to God you are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

 

Keith pulled Lance’s shoes off and tossed them in the front entryway before returning to pull the covers up over him. 

 

“Nooooo,” Lance whined. “Can’t sleep in street clothes, gotta put my pj’s on.”

 

“Fine, I’m gonna go get myself settled out on the couch. Call me if you need anything. Like water or a barf bucket.”

 

“Keef, no!” Lance cried, sitting up so fast it gave Keith whiplash just watching him. “No way jose!”

 

And he was back to using Keef.

 

“Look, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s late and I don’t think either of us can handle making up your pull out bed. Plus I don’t feel right leaving you alone. I’ll deal with the back pain.”

 

Lance grabbed Keith’s wrist with shocking strength for someone who couldn’t even stand straight just then. “No. You’ll just have to share my bed.”

 

Keith sucked in a breath and glanced at the double bed currently being occupied by a gorgeous Latino and shook his head. “N-no Lance, it’s fine.”

 

Lance did not let go and pulled Keith into a sitting position next to him. “Nope,” he said, with a pop of the ‘p’. He stood up with a wobble and, opening a drawer in his dresser, pulled out something and threw it at Keith. It was a pair of baggy sweatpants. 

 

“Lance-” Keith started but was cut off.

 

“Keef, I will not stand to have someone I care about be subjected to that kind of torture. I’m gonna pee and then we’re sharing my bed. End of dissu- discut- end of story!” Lance said, wagging his finger at Keith and stumbling into the bathroom.

 

Glancing down at the fabric in his hands, Keith took a shaky breath and quickly removed his boots, shucked off his jeans, mostly glad to be rid of the tight material, and pulled on the sweats. Lance was taller than him, so they gathered a little around his ankles, but otherwise they fit well enough. He removed his jacket, and thought about doing the same with his black t-shirt, but decided to leave that on. 

 

He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Lance to come back, and almost went to go check on him since he was taking much longer than he should, but was stopped by the sound of the bathroom door opening and footsteps sounding down the hall. 

 

Lance returned looking slightly less like a stumbling drunk fool.

 

His eyes widened and regained a bit of focus when they landed on Keith in his tight t-shirt that seemed to accentuate all of Keith’s lovely muscles, but the small, sober part of his brain had him saying, “you can lie down you know.”

 

The tips of Keith’s ears reddened in what Lance could only describe as the cutest way while he replied, “I uh, didn’t know if you had a side of the bed you preferred.”

 

“Keeeeeef! That’s so sweet,” Lance replied and once again flopped on the left side of the bed before burrowing under the covers.

 

Slowly, Keith leaned back and lay on top of the right side covers, stiff as a board.

 

Turning his head towards his guest, Lance raised an eyebrow, nudging Keith until he was also under the covers and a little less rigid.

 

“Buenas noches guapo,” Lance whispered before immediately starting to snore softly. Keith was sure he’d died and this was a torturous hell in which he’d never sleep again, but after what seemed like an eternity, that same steady breathing that had comforted him the last time he’d slept here, helped lull him off to sleep. 

Friday

 

The next morning, Lance opened his eyes and regretted it immediately, closing them again. A sliver of light from between his curtains fell across his face and he turned to avoid it, only to be met with something tickling his nose. When he thought about what it could be, he noticed a comfortable weight on his stomach and the sound of someone breathing softly. Cracking his eyes open more gently, his breathing hitched when he saw Keith’s face inches from him, his hair being what was touching Lance’s face, and his arm draped over Lance’s middle, and a leg thrown over one of his.

 

If Keith was hot when he was awake, he was devastatingly gorgeous while he slept. 

 

It took Lance a moment to remember why Keith was even in his bed to begin with - not that he would ever complain about it - and his cheeks warmed in embarrassment when it came back to him. 

 

“Oh my God,” he groaned and flinched when Keith shifted in his sleep, but mercifully stayed in dreamland. 

 

Gently fishing under his pillow, he sighed in relief to find his phone, still with some battery left.

 

Lance

Hunk, why the hell did you let me drink so much last night

 

Hunk

I distinctly remember telling you not to drink so much last night

 

Lance

Well then I should have drank more to save myself the embarrassment of remembering it

 

Hunk

I don't remember it being that bad?

 

Lance

We called Keith “keef” the whole time he was there. And then I forgot my keys with Shay

 

Hunk

Oh yeaaaaa but if I remember, Keith thought it was funny. Did you have to find somewhere else to sleep? Like maybe at Keith's??? 😏

 

Lance

No, we're at our place

 

Hunk

We????

 

Lance

Yes, *we*, hence me texting you at way too early o'clock

Keith is in my bed and I’m freaking out!!!

 

Hunk

Okay…?

 

Lance

Okay????

 

Hunk

I don’t see what there is to freak out about? You’ve literally not stopped talking about him in weeks and he’s super obviously into you

 

Lance

????

What???

 

Hunk

I’m going back to sleep, it’s too early for bi panic

 

Lance

What did you mean he’s obviously into me?

Hunk???

 

He sighed and returned his phone back under his pillow, deciding that Hunk was right, and it was too early for thinking in general. He lay there staring at his ceiling for either a few minutes or an hour, he couldn’t be sure, enjoying the feeling of having Keith laying next to him. When he finally turned his head to look, Keith’s eyes were open and he was looking back at Lance, eyes still heavy with sleep.

 

“Hey,” he said, voice still raspy from sleep which shot right through to Lance’s heart, and he could feel the flush spreading across his face. “I’m surprised you’re up so early after last night.”

 

“Uh, yea. I have a hard time sleeping in after drinking,” Lance replied and couldn’t help but flick his eyes down to where Keith had absentmindedly started to rub his thumb up and down the sliver of skin where Lance’s shirt had ridden up in the night.

 

Keith, following Lance’s gaze, realized that he’d unknowingly been using him as a body pillow. “Oh shit, sorry, I don’t normally share a bed-” Keith said while pulling his arm away.

 

Lance’s hand shot out and grabbed Keith’s arm before it had gone far, his brain only catching up to his body after he’d done it. “No, it- it’s fine,” he mumbled, turning on his side to fully face Keith whose arm hovered indecisively before he carefully put it back on Lance’s waist. 

 

Keith glanced up at Lance and noticed he was blushing and attempting to look anywhere but back at him. Gathering up his courage, he leaned forward and gingerly pressed his lips to Lance's. It was over as quickly as it had happened but the blush on Lance's cheeks spread quickly to the rest of his face and down his neck. 

 

“Keith you can't just do that to me so early in the morning,” Lance whined ducking his face into the pillow under him. “You're going to give me an aneurysm.” 

 

Keith let out a breath of a laugh. “Sorry? I could not do it?”

 

Lance's head turned just enough so Keith could hear him mumble, “I didn't say that.” 

 

“So I'm not reading this wrong and that's something I could possibly do again?” 

 

“Possibly… definitely.” 

 

Keith laughed again and kissed the side of Lance's mouth that was available to him. When he drew back, Lance followed him and gave him a more substantial kiss. Keith relaxed into it, moving the hand on Lance's hip up, threading his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

 

When they pulled apart, Lance huffed out a laugh. 

 

“What?”

 

“If you ever see that Dave guy from your class again, tell him he's the best for giving you a wrong number.” 

 

Keith rolled his eyes and pulled Lance back to him for another kiss.

Notes:

I'm not gonna lie, this ending on its own took me far too long to write, so I'm sorry if it's only so-so but I couldn't keep staring at it any longer.

If you enjoyed it though and would like to read more of these idiots but with an E rating, I'll be back in October for Top Keith Week.

Thank you all so much for reading!