I don't taste like salt! [The reference and joke both fly so far over Keith's head that they're probably in the neighbor's apartment up above them.] Or butter. Though I'm not sure where butter would even come from here.
[Right. That. Sometimes Keith gets so caught up in talking that he forgets important stuff. He doesn't hesitate before sliding into the bed, though his typical position—flat on his back, that is—is immediately not going to work. He turns over to his side, specifically facing Lance's back. He's pretty sure that's what he's meant to be doing.]
No, that's gross. I may not be a foodie like Hunk, but I definitely eat better than just straight up butter.
[ anyway, lance is now very distinctly aware that they are both horizontal... on a bed... their knees almost touching. he shifts a little, just so he can hand the pillow back. ]
Yeah, probably. You aren't gonna try to steal it back, are you? [He tucks it under his head, and because he's Keith, he barely recognizes the difference between one pillow or two.]
[ it's kinda weird to talk to someone without facing them, though, so after a moment of deliberation, he rolls over onto his other side. their knees knock a little so he has to shift some more so he isn't quite so curled up. ]
How are you going to know when I want it the most? [He shoots back this reply just as Lance turns toward him, not yet thinking about the sleepy question. It occurs to him now that, as a light sleeper, this is going to be ... hard. But he doesn't want to put it out there. Not yet.
Having Lance nearby is definitely keeping him awake.]
And no ... not really. But we don't really have to be right now, right?
lance technically can't sleep anyway, but that's neither here nor there either, especially if keith isn't really feeling up for it himself. frankly, lance is a little relieved about it. sure, it's nice to get to spend more time with the guy, but lance in general is a very social person, and he'll almost always thrive better in company.
he's never quite had company this close though... ]
And I'll know, [ he says after a moment, swinging them back around to something lighter, inconsequential. even if it is to tease. ] I just have to wait for my "bother Keith" senses to tingle at a high frequency, and then I'll know when to act.
I'm not sure if you've noticed, but your "bother Keith" senses are a little broken. They always seem to be off the charts. [The good thing is that they still can needle at one another like this. If Keith hadn't invited Lance into his bed this way, it might be taken to be a bad thing. But no, Lance is here because Keith wanted him to be, so he figures he can still pester him in return.]
But maybe I should develop a system to know when you're gonna actually act on them. So I can ... prepare. Or something. [Okay. So the joke just fell apart on him.]
Ugh—what are you doing? [There's a throbbing part of his head now, and it's not the type of head that could be alluded to when two boys are in bed, because this thread is still Firmly PG. He winces as he glares at Lance, and pushes him toward the edge (but not off, unless Lance moves with it).]
[ he does move with it, but instinct also has him reaching out right when it happens. so what happens instead is him somewhat hanging over the edge (just enough that his shoulders are no longer supported by the mattress), his hands curled firmly around keith's upper arms for leverage. in that brief moment of reaction, his feet, too, reached out to tangle with keith's as well. so in an attempt to keep from falling, he unwittingly drags keith closer.
so maybe it's more pg-13 now. ]
That was my bad. [ a whisper seems to suffice. they're close enough now that keith can probably notice the faint blush rising on his cheeks. ] Sorry.
If this is all just some big scheme to ask me to kiss you, you could just ask.
[Not that Keith is making a face at the moment that makes him seem like he wants to be kissed. The fact that he's close to rolling on to the floor is really killing any mood that may have begun to develop in the room.
Why would I have to resort to any schemes when we're dating. [ he may be pretty new at this but he's pretty sure getting to that part means you no longer have to come up with those schemes.
all the tv shows say so..!
anyway lance is using his grip on keith's arms to (gently) shove the other boy back further into the bed so he could wiggle himself back into place. ]
Move a little, will you? You're hogging the whole bed.
I don't know! I assume you didn't want to fall off the bed. [Since that's the only other rational conclusion that Keith, a guy not known for his rationality, can come up with!
You have a funny way of showing that you want to cuddle ... [Just the same, he sidles closer, and awkwardly rests his arm over Lance's. It's clear that Spooning is not a part of Keith's physical vocabulary just yet.]
[ which he does, thankfully. that at least shuts lance up, mostly because now he's just sort of. staring at keith. he knows keith knows what a hug is... he's seen the guy do it. ]
Hugs are supposed to be face to face. [Normally. Though he knows people don't always hug face to face, but—look, he wants to keep this simple. Not even in a naive, overly ignorant way. But simple in the way that he's verging on overthinking it and defiantly overreacting against that suggestion.
Because.
He's Keith.]
No, this is good. Just—[Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking. His arm drifts around Lance and he pulls him closer, which leads to a twitching of uncertainty in his stomach.
It's definitely a hug, at least, and they're in bed, so it's cuddling.]
[ for as much trouble as they get into when they don't think things through, they sure do get into a decent amount of it when they overdo it instead. maybe that just means there's no winning... or maybe it just means they're both that bad at this.
either way, the moment keith does his keith thing and plunges into it, lance gets the hug he's been somewhat promised... which he then ont realizes is the hug he's been kind of sort of really desperately wanting. it's not perfect, but they're not perfect, so there's something kind of fitting about that. he relaxes into the other's hold, turning his face just so to rest it against the crook of keith's neck. ]
[More often than not, Keith's response would be something more along the lines of "you got it" or "no problem," but those words don't pour out immediately. Instead, it's the feeling of Lance against his neck that makes him close his eyes and bask in the moment. The uncertain twisting in his stomach is still there, but there's something comforting in the closeness of being ... here.
Just being here.
That's all.
He sighs, fingers curling into the back of Lance's shirt, and finally says,] You're welcome.
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You probably do, since you're sweaty like 90% of the time. But have you really never tried butter crackers before? Oh man, you are missing out.
[ a pause. and then— ]
Are you gonna get in or what?
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I thought you meant butter ... like, butter.
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[ anyway, lance is now very distinctly aware that they are both horizontal... on a bed... their knees almost touching. he shifts a little, just so he can hand the pillow back. ]
Probably gonna want that.
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[ it's kinda weird to talk to someone without facing them, though, so after a moment of deliberation, he rolls over onto his other side. their knees knock a little so he has to shift some more so he isn't quite so curled up. ]
Sleepy?
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Having Lance nearby is definitely keeping him awake.]
And no ... not really. But we don't really have to be right now, right?
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[ (dirty joke? but that's for another thread.)
lance technically can't sleep anyway, but that's neither here nor there either, especially if keith isn't really feeling up for it himself. frankly, lance is a little relieved about it. sure, it's nice to get to spend more time with the guy, but lance in general is a very social person, and he'll almost always thrive better in company.
he's never quite had company this close though... ]
And I'll know, [ he says after a moment, swinging them back around to something lighter, inconsequential. even if it is to tease. ] I just have to wait for my "bother Keith" senses to tingle at a high frequency, and then I'll know when to act.
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But maybe I should develop a system to know when you're gonna actually act on them. So I can ... prepare. Or something. [Okay. So the joke just fell apart on him.]
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I'll strike!
[ and so he strikes! sort of. it's a little harder to do that whole psyche-out, lunging thing when you're horizontal, but lance tries...
and accidentally bumps heads with keith. oops. ]
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so maybe it's more pg-13 now. ]
That was my bad. [ a whisper seems to suffice. they're close enough now that keith can probably notice the faint blush rising on his cheeks. ] Sorry.
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[Not that Keith is making a face at the moment that makes him seem like he wants to be kissed. The fact that he's close to rolling on to the floor is really killing any mood that may have begun to develop in the room.
Maybe it is still just PG after all.]
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Why would I have to resort to any schemes when we're dating. [ he may be pretty new at this but he's pretty sure getting to that part means you no longer have to come up with those schemes.
all the tv shows say so..!
anyway lance is using his grip on keith's arms to (gently) shove the other boy back further into the bed so he could wiggle himself back into place. ]
Move a little, will you? You're hogging the whole bed.
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He huffs and shuffles back over to where he was.]
We can kiss. If you want.
[Just in case that needs to be made clear.]
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[ actually, probably even then.
...what. are you really surprised? ]
But I'd rather have that cuddle-hug we talked about more.
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[ which he does, thankfully. that at least shuts lance up, mostly because now he's just sort of. staring at keith. he knows keith knows what a hug is... he's seen the guy do it. ]
...Would it be easier if I turned around?
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Because.
He's Keith.]
No, this is good. Just—[Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking. His arm drifts around Lance and he pulls him closer, which leads to a twitching of uncertainty in his stomach.
It's definitely a hug, at least, and they're in bed, so it's cuddling.]
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either way, the moment keith does his keith thing and plunges into it, lance gets the hug he's been somewhat promised... which he then ont realizes is the hug he's been kind of sort of really desperately wanting. it's not perfect, but they're not perfect, so there's something kind of fitting about that. he relaxes into the other's hold, turning his face just so to rest it against the crook of keith's neck. ]
Thanks, Keith.
[ he definitely needed this. ]
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Just being here.
That's all.
He sighs, fingers curling into the back of Lance's shirt, and finally says,] You're welcome.