Yeah, sex is cool, but have you ever cuddled with the love of your life all day?
Keith has...
Life for Keith is hard, but when his boyfriend's expert diagnosis is cuddling, there's no real problem. Lance's diagnosis may have been beneficial to both parties, but that's besides the point.
Their extent of snuggling into the bed somehow transformed into an interesting sleep position. One where Lance's limbs wrapped far around Keith's scrunched up ones.
They were content, happy with exactly where they were just at that moment, even if they didn't realize because they were asleep.
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Keith's originally peaceful state was rudely interrupted by an outstanding dream. He and Lance were together, no surprise. However at this moment, the two we're fucking, still no surprise.
Despite their predictable behavior, Keith found this strange. He'd never been noticeably horny in the middle of the night, but it was definitely interesting.
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"Baby, how does it feel?"
Lance's voice was of higher pitch in this dream, and his dick was unfortunately not pornstar big like he was used to. He was also noticably slimmer and less defined, which was familiar for some strange reason.
Oh my fucking God, they were teenagers!
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Keith awoke suddenly, obviously hard in his pajama pants. He figured that was a proven for later Keith to deal with.
He thought about that one time the gang was out on a winter trip with the Holts. Lance and Keith had been forced to share a room, with much objection from both parties, nomatter how painfully fake it was.
The two had decided on sharing the bed, neither being a big enough jerk to make the other sleep on the floor. And of course Keith would never forget the ridiculous conversation they'd had that night before bed.
"You know, I don't want you to get sick, cuz than I'll get sick since I'm in the same bed, you feel me? So you should just come her and lay under my arm so I can keep you warm."
Keith's face burned a dark red at Lance's offer. He would never pass it up obviously, but Lance didn't need to know that.
"It-it's only so I don't get sick though. For science purposes as Pidge would say." Keith's retorted. Lance looked at him confused before stifling a laugh.
"Science purposes? Yeah whatever Einstein, get over here and get warm." Keith obliged, sliding into bed next to Lance. He backed into the little Keith-sized space just for him when he felt it...
Lance slept commando apparently, thanks for the fucking warning. Keith quickly scooted back to his very distant side of the bed, silently panicking. He turned back to Lance to roast him, but shut up when he saw his face.
Lance looked mortified, like he had just seen a ghost. It was blatant that he didn't mean any harm.
"I'm so so so sorry! I thought you already knew. I can put on clothes if you want. Shit I didn't mean to make this awkward." Lance scurried out of bed, quickly turning on the light. Keith gawked at what he thought was the biggest dick he'd ever see.
Lance covered himself when he noticed. "You stare like you've never seen a dick before, you have one!" Keith admired the pink tint on his face. He looked away, successfully avoiding eye contact.
"He has a nice body, and he's fucking hung?" Keith said to himself. Lance choked on his breath as he dropped the pants he had planned on putting on. Apparently, Keith hadn't said that part in his head.
"What was that?" Lance choked out, confidence quickly taking over him. Keith internally pinched himself for being so careless with his thoughts.
"I like you dumbass, and turns out you're fucking hot as hell. You have a big dick too, which I assume is a latino thing. Plus you have abs? What the fuck, a six pack?" Keith rambled on, stopped by Lance's lips pressed against his own.
"Same, stupid. I like you too, like a lot. Almost as long as sophomore year you idiot..." Lance lay Keith back onto the bed, beginning to remove the latter's clothing as he marked any bare skin.
Keith moaned at the feeling, loving the way Lance bit onto the bruises he'd left. Keith could feel himself growing harder as Lance removed his clothing.
"Baby, how does it feel?"
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Keith had learned some scientific information since that night...
1) don't trust Lance to prep you when he doesn't know what he's doing
2)the six pack never falters, nor does it fail to swoon Keith every time
3) Lance McLain's 7 inch dick can in fact grow 3 more inches...
But that's a different story.
Y'all, this entire time, I had finished this short chapter almost a month ago and never published it. You can always leave it to Tired Ass College Student™ to bring you quality content. Thanks for reading, I'mma go eat some pasta now, see ya 836 words
