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80, that’s how many texts Lance had sent to Keith every day. Maybe that was an exaggeration but when he wasn’t in class or doing work, he would be texting Keith. These past few weeks had gone by in flash and they weren’t able to meet up, but they texted constantly.
-KeithyBoy-
(5:15)
So you’re saying you actually believe in aliens.
(5:16)
Yes
(5:16)
How?
And why??
(5:18)
There is evidence Lance
Just ask Pidge to show you, they know
(5:20)
Why don’t you show me?
Damnit Lance, too strong. Besides you guys just barely started being friends, this is too fast. You don’t even know him that well yet.
(5:23)
I mean I guess I could
(5:23)
Coffee or tea
(5:23)
What?
(5:23)
Coffee or tea?
(5:24)
???
(5:24)
Come on Keith it’s not that hard
Do you prefer coffee or tea?
I’m just asking your opinion on it, nothing more
(5:26)
Um coffee I guess
(5:27)
Beach or mountains
(5:29)
Mountains
What’s this for?
(5:31)
I just don’t know much about you
Curiosity I guess?
Now, favorite animal
(5:33)
Really Lance?
(5:35)
Just answer the question
(5:40)
Hippos
(5:41)
That’s adorable
Suits you well
Now alcohol or no alcohol
(5:43)
Suits me? How?
(5:46)
It’s like adorable but can still kill you
ANyways answer the question
(5:57)
Um depends I guess
(5:59)
Explain
(6:02)
Well at a party sure, some drinks are okay
I don’t like to blackout
Not a fan of not being able to control my actions or remember anything
(6:05)
Ahhh so you’re a control freak
Totally saw that coming
(6:07)
I just like to be aware
(6:09)
Well let your guard down for a bit
There is a house party at the end of this week
Come with me
Us*
(6:10)
Parties aren’t really my thing
(6:12)
Live a little Keith
YOLO
(6:12)
Did you just say YOLO
(6:13)
Yes
Now please come so I don’t regret saying YOLO
(6:18)
I’ll think about it
Midterms were a pain in Lance’s ass. He thought they came too quick and some were just unnecessary. Unlike finals, they still had to go to all their classes while midterms were going on. In his art class they were expected to show some progress on their project, thank god Keith was such a good artist and had taken the time to sketch more ideas out. He had to remember to thank him for that later. The end of midterms and the weekend finally came after what seemed like ages. “Who is ready to get fucked up!!” Pidge yelled, bursting through the front door. “I’m assuming you finished your classes for the day.” Lance said, putting some dishes in their proper spaces. “Fuck yes and I am ready to not remember anything tonight!” Pidge plopped down, laying on the couch that was closest to them. “You usually aren’t this enthusiastic, what’s the occasion?” “My astrophysics midterm was tough, but I’m pretty sure I kicked its ass. Besides, Keith is FINALLY coming to a party.” Lance stopped in his tracks. “He is?” He said grabbing his phone immediately texting Keith.
-KeithyBoy-
(4:15)
So you decided to come
(4:21)
Yeah
I was going to pass by later
(4:22)
Well we were going to leave around 9ish since Hunk is DD
and he has work tomorrow
are you driving there?
Or riding?
Or whatever
(4:25)
Do you mind if I go with you guys?
I don’t want to leave my motorcycle there
(4:26)
Sure buddy!
(4:27)
Okay
He really said ‘buddy’—oh Lance was going to kill himself before the night was over. “Where’s Hunk anyways?” Pidge asked, setting their things down and moving to the kitchen. “Oh he should be back soon? His last class ended at 3:45.” Lance replied, sitting at the table. “I guess he got held up with something.” Pidge shrugged and sat down across from him. “Hey Pidge… Uh, so what’s the deal with all those alien conspiracies?” Pidge snapped their head up so quick Lance wondered if they got whiplash. “You have been talking to Keith, haven’t you?” “Well, uh yeah. We have a project together.” He felt his ears getting hot. Pidge could figure out anything if they focused hard enough—and this, was not something difficult to figure out. “Is that all you’re talking about? I thought you hated him.” “People change Pidge, opinions change.” Pidge gave him a disbelieving look. “But I never said I didn’t!” “So basically, you changed your opinion on him.” Pidge held a sinister smile. The sound of keys could be heard by the door, oh thank whatever god that was looking down on him. “Oh hey guys.” Hunk said opening the door; Hunk was his god giving him mercy. “You ready to fucking rage my friend?” Pidge jumped onto Hunk, smiling big. “As much ‘rage’ as I can without alcohol in my system.”
A couple hours had passed and everyone was getting ready to leave when the doorbell rang. “I’LL GET IT!” Lance screamed running down the hall. He knew it was Keith and felt something flutter inside him. No, not this soon. He took a deep breath and tried to look like he didn’t just run to get the door because of him. He opened the door and, “Hey …woah you look nice.” Lance said before he could stop himself. Keith was looking exceptionally well, way better than usual. He usually looked like some art bum, but now he completely fit the “bad boy with a motorcycle” trope. His biker boots, his fingerless gloves, his leather jacket, his … his hair. “Uhm thanks.” Keith said, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Your hair. The mullet it’s gone.” “You’re that obsessed with my hair?” he asked confused, “I just put it up Lance.” Lance didn’t realize that they were still standing by the door. “Oh um, come inside. I mean about time you got rid of that mop on your head it was horrendous.” Keith walked in while rolling his eyes. “keeeEEEEFFFF” Pidge was running down the hall towards the living room where Lance was awkwardly standing. “Someone is ready to party. Pidge.. wait.. don’t climb me brat.” Pidge was already on Keith as he tried to swat them away. Lance had forgotten that they had known each other since they were children, he suddenly felt left out. “I can’t believe you’re FINALLY going to a party, about time you relax for a second.” “Ugh Pidge you know how I feel around parties, it’s really not my place.” Lance felt like he was about to intrude on something personal, maybe he should go. “Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Whatever, just have fun tonight? Hunk is DD so let loose a little.” Pidge was not the sentimental type at all, but they were actually being sweet for once. It made Lance wonder why this occasion was so special. “Okay it’s time to go, everyone ready?” Hunk said coming to the end of the hall. “FUCK YEAH!” “Okay Pidge.”
They arrived at the party with music already blasting through the windows and people everywhere. They luckily found a parking spot a block away, which was bizarre with how many cars there were. “Okay I don’t want to be the party mom, but I’m going to be. Please, everyone answer their phone if we get separated, yes Lance I mean you. And drink your water, you’ll love me in the morning. Also, I know everyone wants to drink, but could we please not have a repeat of the last frat party?” Hunk started saying as soon as they all got out of the car. “What happened at the last frat party?” Keith asked. “Nothing!” Lance said a little too loudly. “He puked in the bushes and cried about a girl all night.” Pidge said hopping next to them. “PIDGE! You gremlin! I did no such thing; I mean I puked but that’s it!” Lance said sneering at Pidge. “Ugh, no one would ever believe that they are adults.” Hunk said more to himself, but Keith heard and laughed under his breath. “Hurry up guys, this person needs some shots in them!” Pidge said pointing to themselves a couple feet away.
The smell of booze, sweat, and drugs hit them in the face the moment they opened the door. “I haven’t even had a drink and I already feel tipsy.” Lance said to the group. “Well let’s fix that shall we? Shots let’s go!” Pidge said, grabbing Lance’s hand and dragging him away. Out of reflex he reached out to the person next to him, which so happened to be Keith. “Oh uh, sorry. Habit ha.” Lance awkwardly laughed as he let go. Keith didn’t give him a reaction. They made it to where all the drinks were and managed to find a couple of empty cups, now to choose his poison for the night. “Wow they have a lot of bottles; whoever’s party this is they are loaded.” Lance said to Pidge who nodded. He looked at Keith who seemed uncomfortable with the whole situation. “Here, have a cup of … whatever this is. I think it's jungle juice? I don’t know it’s too dark in here.” Lance said as he poured a cup and handed it to Keith. “Thanks, I don’t usually take drinks from strangers but I’ll let this one slide.” Keith shouted back. They were a good distance away from the music, but it was still hard to hear. “Keith is that a joke!? I don’t know whether to be impressed that you made a joke for once or hurt by the fact that you called me a stranger.” Lance said pouring himself a drink as well. Keith laughed into his cup and took a sip. “I guess all our time together meant nothing. And to think that you were finally going to be upgraded from acquaintance to level 1 friend.” Lance said, shaking his head. “What’s a level 2 friend?” Keith sounded more serious and it caught Lance off-guard. Lance didn’t know if he was kidding or not, he was just going to assume this was still part of the joke. “You know, knowing the basics of me, maybe some secrets, and we hang out at least three times a month.” Keith laughed, “Those are some very specific guidelines.” “Duh, not everyone has the opportunity to be in the presence of Lance McClain.” Keith rolled his eyes, but they were playful. That was different. They stayed there making small talk until they heard cheering by what they assumed was the dining area, they both non verbally agreed to go check what it was.
The sound was coming from a game of beer pong, except it was three guys huddled on one side and a very small Pidge on the other. By the looks of it Pidge was winning, by a lot. “Hey losers! Watch me get this last ball in with my eyes closed.” Pidge said to Keith and Lance as they made their way closer. Pidge made some final calculations in their head then closed their eyes and threw the ping pong ball. It surprisingly went in; cheering could be heard by everyone around the table. “Ha! Win number 7.” Pidge said high-fiving a bunch of strangers around them. “7?! Pidge we just got here?!” Lance said confused and trying to do the math in his head. “I’m a champion of beer pong at any party, where else do you think I go off to.” Pidge said motioning like it was obvious. “7? I don’t believe you.” A wave of ‘oohs’ could be heard around Lance. “Okay hotshot let’s go, you and Keith versus me.” Lance was about to say a comeback when Keith cut him off, “Game on nerd.”
The game actually went on for some while, Lance wasn’t too bad, but Keith was astonishingly really good. It was down to one cup on each side, it was Keith’s turn and the room was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the music from the other room. Lance felt the tension between the two and held his breath, then Keith threw the ping pong and … he made it. The whole room erupted into screams and cheers. It felt like a professional game. Lance jumped up as Keith turned to him, Lance instinctively wrapped his arms around and hugged him. Oh no, too close, he could smell his cologne, it smelt like some type of spice. He jumped back and realized Keith’s hands were on his waist. He needed a drink ASAP. “Uh, let’s go get a shot. To celebrate?” Lance was tense, he could tell that Keith felt it too. “Sure, bet I can outdrink you.” A flip in Lance’s mind switched, “Oh you’re so on.”
Lance knew how little alcohol he could actually handle and here he was on his 5th shot, because he couldn’t back down from a competition. “You okay Lance? You look like you’re going to fall.” Keith said with a smirk, ripping Lance from his internal regrets. “I’m just- just peachy keen.” Lance said as he tried to focus on his words so he wouldn’t stumble over them. “Just tell me you can’t and I win.” There was that smirk again, Lance would do anything to just go up to him and kiss that smirk away. He was starting to think that was a good idea so he took his 5th shot to try to shake it away, but instead started regretting it instantly. Keith also took his 5th shot, but he was looking way more stable than Lance did. All he could do is stare at Keith and his amazing violet eyes and that dumb mullet in a ponytail, gosh he looked good in that ponytail. He just wants to run his hands through his hair and- “Lance?” Keith sounded much closer than he remembered, that’s when he looked up and saw he somehow made it across the kitchen island where they were taking their shots. He was practically on Keith, once his mind caught up he took a step back and felt his face get hot. “Uh, let’s go dance! I love this song!” Lance tried to change the subject and turned around to walk towards the music. He only turned around for a second to check if Keith was following and saw Keith take another shot and start to walk behind him.
They got to the room where the music was and tried to get in the crowd, Lance actually loves to dance, but he imagined Keith wouldn’t want others to see. Once they got as close to the center as they could then Lance started to dance, he felt the beat in his feet and just went with it. Keith just awkwardly stood there, red all the way up to his ears. Lance didn’t know if it was because of the shots or if it was the amount of people, but he was starting to feel very hot. He got closer to Keith and grabbed his hands to make him dance, like in those middle school dances where everyone just held hands and swayed back and forth since no one really knew how to dance. Keith had a small smile as he let himself be moved by Lance’s hands. This worked for a while till the DJ started playing Latin songs and Lance just about lost it. He started to dance with more experience, letting go of Keith he now looked a little lost. Then it hit him, the heat, the shots…Keith. He didn’t know what came over him, but he slowly started walking towards Keith and put his arms around his neck. Keith looked at him and hesitated, but he eventually put his own hands on Lance’s waist. Lance swayed them slowly and with every step he got closer and closer till their chests were touching. Lance could smell Keith’s spicy cologne again, but now mixed with the alcohol from his breath. They were so close, too close, but Lance didn’t want to move. Lance’s drunk mouth started talking nonsense, “Wow, this is kinda gay bro.” Keith didn’t say or react for a few moments then he started laughing, “Good thing I’m really gay ‘bro’.” Lance felt his eyes go wide, then he smirked, “Well that’s a relief, I thought I was the only one who liked boys.” Keith chuckled, he leaned in slowly and let Lance close the gap. He felt Keith’s lips against his own and wow did they taste so good. He opened his mouth to get a taste of Keith’s tongue and was pleased to be met with it. He moved his hands into Keith’s hair and tugged lightly. A low growl escaped Keith’s mouth, boy did that go straight to Lance’s pants. There was a small voice in the back of his head telling him to stop, but he couldn’t listen, all he wanted was more.