this hurt my dude but hope u like it :ā)from these prompts****Thereās memories that fade.Ones that mightāve once been important, but with time they become a softened blur, the details vague, the faces, smiling, crying, screaming, they blend together until you canāt discern what was and wasnāt.But not this one.Keith couldnāt ever forget this one.Not the way the alcohol tasted bitter on his tongue, not the way that damn pair of blue eyes looked his way with an emotion Keith couldnāt, wouldnāt place.He canāt forget the way tan arms slid around his waist, how puffs of smoke and mint gum tickles his face.How it felt to kiss Lance, to let soft lips melt away the taste of cheap drinks, how his hands gripped the nape of Lanceās neck, the loud thumps of club music beating in tandem with their hearts.He refuses to forget the way they stumbled out the door, laughing and teasing one another like childhood friends, snorting at the way their friends followed after them with confused looks.The way he traced each curve and line of Lanceās face all the way home, how he (tried) to sneak soft kisses on his lips without their friends noticing.(They did notice. He just kissed Lance regardless of their friendās remarks).He canāt forget waking up on his brotherās couch, his head heavy but heart content, a weight on his chest In the shape of a body, Lanceās head resting on him, one hand gripping fistfuls of his shirt in his sleep, the other curled into the blanket draped over them.The memories of the night before washed over him, clear like water, and he smiled, bringing a hand to run through Lanceās soft locks.He wonāt forget the way Lanceās eyes slowly blinked open, vibrant blue cloudy with sleep, lips pursed.He wonāt forget the confusion on Lanceās face, the realisation of where he was, how he jumped off of Keith, taking a moment to find his balance before screaming.āThe hell?! What is this?! Why was I sleeping-on-on you?!āKeith wonāt forget the way his heart shattered at the incredulous expression on Lanceās face.Lance was disgusted.Whatever happened the night before, prompted by alcohol, by the loud music, by the laughter of their friends. They were all memories only Keith would retain.So he shut his eyes.Breathed in. Out.āYou were drunkā, Keith started, his gaze focused on his clenched fists, āand couldnāt find your way home so Shiro brought you over.āāAnd why was I sleeping on you?ā He questioned, voice shaking.Because you kissed me every time I tried to get up.Because you mumbled through each kiss, singing whispered compliments between breathy laughs.āI fell asleep on the couch. Next thing I knew, you were sleeping on me.āThe relief on Lanceās face hurt.The evident slumping of his shoulders, the forced laughter, the shake of his head, each pummelled down onto Keithās heart, even when he thought there was nothing left to break, a hollow gap beneath his ribs.They spend the morning with Shiro and Hunk, who had fallen asleep in Keithās room, once he realised neither of the two boys was going to move off of the couch. They talked about the night before, giving Keith pointed looks as Lance bragged about his drinking, insisting he could remember nothing from the night before.āDude, seriously? How much did you drink?ā Hunk asked, brows raised, āDonāt your remember that you were all over-āHunk stopped with a groan, turning to glare at Keith across the table. Keith would apologise for kicking him, but settled for staring back, in a way he hoped conveyed how much he needed Hunk to stop.āI donāt remember much either. Guess we shouldnāt drink so much next timeā, Keith added.He could feel his brotherās gaze burning onto his head, Shiro looking between him and Lance with unsaid questions.Keith kept swirling a tea spoon in his coffee, hoping he could melt the way the sugar was dissolving in his cup.******He bid Lance and Hunk goodbye soon after, standing a foot behind Shiro, waving quickly before turning and heading down the corridor, away from the door, from Lanceās eyes, from the couch he spend the night on, from the quiet promises and gentle kisses.Shiro tried to stop him, to ask him what happened.They both knew whatās wrong.They both knew there was no way to solve this.Keith shut the door behind him, trudging towards his bed.He fell face-first onto the mattress, the lump in his throat clenching and unclenching, before it made its way into his eyes, spilling out in the form of tears.āI donāt understand how someone like you could rip my heart out so easily.ā He whispered, to no one in particular.******lmk if you want me to continue this lol, i dont usually like to leave stuff on a sad note ;u;
