short stories/one shots

Lance is out of coffee.

lance —> keith <3
tuesday 6:12am

lance
KEITH
I NEED YOUR HELP
please please be awake
GOD PLWASE

keith <3
what

lance
IM IN DEEP TRIUBLE
oh hi
we're out of coffee can u run out

keith <3
choke

lance
PLEASE
i'm begging you

keith <3
i was sleeping lance

lance
BUT URE AWAKE NOW
wait
did u wake up because of my message <33

keith <3
going back to sleep now

lance
KEITH WAIT

Keith didn't wait. Stupid Lance and his stupid messages. Stupid Lance and his stupid commands and his annoying persistence. Stupid Lance and his stupid, stupid face.

Keith lays his head back on the pillow, determined to go back to sleep. If only his phone would stop buzzing. If only Lance would stop messaging him. Stupid Lance.

Keith can't fall back asleep. He checks his messages.

lance
keith
can you please come over
i need you

Keith's eyebrows furrow.

keith <3
what's wrong

lance
what
OH
nothing
just wanted to see ur reaction <3

Keith rolls his eyes.

keith <3
die

Keith gets dressed anyway. And to his surprise, Lance wasn't lying when he said they were out of coffee. Damnit. Keith ponders about wether he should go out for more coffee, despite not wanting to satisfy Lance too much. In fact, he should probably leave the kitchen before—

"Keith!" Too late. "Please tell me you reconsidered."

"I... hadn't really." Keith doesn't want to turn to face Lance. Lance has this really annoying habit of guilting Keith into doing what he wishes just by looking at him. It makes Keith feel so defeated. Pisses him off.

"Well, do you wanna come with me while I get more coffee?" Keith's eyes clenches shut, the hope in Lance's voice definitely not falling on deaf ears. He turns around. And relents.

— —

keith <3 —> lance
friday 6:47am

keith <3
hey
good morning ig
could you come to my room for a moment

lance
what on earth are you doing up
oh wait yeah sure
omw

Keith hasn't gotten dressed. He needed to sleep, but he couldn't. He had been up for hours. He had been up all night, factually speaking. He couldn't rid himself of the thoughts of... Well, he just needed Lance's help.

There was a knock on the door before Lance entered. He seemed cautious, as if he didn't really believe that Keith willingly asked Lance to his room.

"Come sit." He sits on his bed, still in his pajamas, as is Lance. Lance approaches him, against his better will. He's curious, and it's written all over his face and body language. How he sits a few feet away from Keith on his bed. How he doesn't lounge himself in a comfortable position, but rather sits politely with his feet planted on the floor. "Lance, could you come a little closer?"

If Lance was surprised by Keith's request, he didn't show it, but he was hesitant in moving. He did anyway.

Keith's thoughts had been occupied with being close to Lance. Talking to Lance. Especially looking at Lance. Whenever he faces him, Lance has this annoying habit of making Keith do whatever he wishes. Except, it wasn't so much about Lance guilting Keith. It was about the weird feeling Keith would feel deep in his chest when Lance did get what he wanted. And it happened every time Lance smiled at him.

"Keith, what's going on?" The nervous chuckle that escapes Lance, brings that same feeling to Keith's chest. And he was right to ask Lance to his room because he finally figured out what that feeling meant. He might finally be able to sleep.

"I have something to tell you. Or, I don't know if i have to tell you, but I'm... choosing to be selfish and I need to sleep. So, I'm going to tell you." Keith resolutes. Lance is confused, but encourages Keith to continue.

"I think I have feelings for you."

A beat of silence. "What?"

"I have feelings for you."

"You... What...?" It's difficult to comprehend what Keith's words really meant, when Keith remains expressionless. "Are you... High?"

"No, Lance, I'm being completely serious. I'm in love with you." There's the slightest upwards curve of Keith's lips now. It makes Lance think that maybe, possibly, somehow Keith is telling the truth.

"You're in love with me? You're in love with me?" Lance repeats this a few times and Keith let's him. Lance stands up and paces around the room.

"I'm sorry for telling you like this. I understand if you don't feel the same way or don't want to be friends with me anymore, but—"

"What?!" Lance bursts out loudly, startling Keith so much he flinches and hits his head. Lance looks hit with a realization and he rolls his eyes, "Oh, right. I forgot you're completely dense and oblivious." Lance sits down, right in front of Keith this time. "Keith... I've been in love with you... pretty much since the day we met."

Keith's eyes widen a little and Lance noticed his lips part, because of course he does, and the hand that was resting on Keith's thigh was coming up to graze his cheek. "You really didn't know?"

Keith shrugs before he answers, "Not officially. I was never in a position to assume your feelings when I wasn't aware of my own." And Lance thinks that's the most Keith answer he could've given.

"Will you stay with me for a moment? I just... I cant seem to fall asleep, and.. I thought, maybe you could help. Just by being here."

And maybe Lance is a little fucked. He's always wanted to be close to Keith, he always wants to be close. He lies down next to him on the bed and tries not to cry nor squeal when Keith wraps an arm around his torso to pull his back against his chest and nuzzles his face in his neck. It all feels too natural. It feels awfully domestic. And Keith certainly doesn't have to wonder anymore if he is in love with Lance. The warmth that spreads deep within Keith's chest whenever Lance smiles, whenever Keith talks to him or whenever Lance touches him, appears now.

And Keith knows. Maybe he's a little bit helplessly head over heels in love with Lance. Maybe he always has been.