Quick, make out with me.
“Shit, who invited him?!” Lance glared at the door as Rollo waltzed in, looking like a movie star, which only made the whole situation that much more grating.
Pidge sighed, “I’m not drunk enough for this…”
Hunk straightened, “Don’t worry, man, we’re behind yo- Oh. Pidge is already gone.” Sure enough, she had already abandoned them for a refill of what was probably dangerously spiked punch.
And to add insult to injury, Keith waltzed over and made a face. “Who invited him?” he asked with the same level of disdain as Lance.
Lance looked over at him with a raised brow. “Wait. You know him?”
“Yeah, he dated me for a month and cheated on me with-”
“Nyma! Yeah, he cheated on me with her, too!”
Keith frowned. “He dated you?” His tone implied that he was sure Rollo’s standards had fallen since him if he dated Lance of all people.
Lance scowled. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.” He glanced over at the door. “Shit! He’s coming over!”
Keith rolled his eyes. “Of course he is. He probably heard you from down the street.”
Lance turned on him. “I’m not that loud! I’m-” He growled, finally noticing that Rollo hadn’t come alone. “Wait. Is that…”
Keith stared at the approaching pair of figures. “Did he bring Nyma?!”
Lance grabbed Keith’s shoulder. “Keith. Make out with me.”
“What?” Keith asked, eyes narrowing.
“Our ex is walking over, and we can prove we’re over him.”
“But we aren’t.”
“But he doesn’t know that,” Lance insisted.
“Why don’t you just make out with Hunk if you’re that desperate?” Keith hissed, his eyes darting to Nyma and Rollo, who were slowly making their way closer.
“We’re roommates, Keith. That would be awkward. Besides, he has a girlfriend.” Lance grimaced, “Look, I’m not looking forward to this any more than you are, but this helps both of us.”
“How does this help me exactly?”
“Would you just shut up and let me kiss you?”
Hunk hissed a warning, “They’re almost here.”
“You can have my spot in the library for the next week.”
Keith inhaled sharply. Kissing Lance would be horrible, he was sure, but Lance had staked out the prime library spot for the past month and Keith was itching to dethrone him. It might actually be worth it. “Fine.”
Keith barely had time to finish the word before Lance was on him. Their nearly empty cups clattered to the ground as Lance wrapped one arm around Keith’s waist and tugged their bodies together. His other hand slipped over Keith’s jaw just in time to steady him for the bruising force that was Lance on a mission. Lance kissed him with every ounce of fierce determination Keith had come to expect from the man who was constantly working to break even with the top student in the class. Keith’s eyes slid closed, and his hands rested delicately on Lance’s hips.
Lance hadn’t quite expected the light pressure of Keith’s hands, and he certainly hadn’t expected Keith’s hair to be quite so soft when he finally took the opportunity to touch it. He was already planning to forget how warm Keith’s body felt and how they seemed to fit so well together. Given how often Lance spotted him at the gym, Keith’s frankly ridiculous muscles shouldn’t have been surprising, but it was one thing to see them in passing and another entirely to feel them rippling against his stomach. Lance broke away for a short gasp, his lips delightfully sensitive as he moved in for another kiss.
Keith didn’t bother pretending he didn’t want more. In fact, he tugged Lance’s hips closer, his thumbs slipping under Lance’s shirt to brush over his sides. Lance released a soft sound that he’d probably pretend wasn’t a moan once this was all said and done, but Keith knew better. He could feel just how much Lance was enjoying this the more he tugged their hips closer. So, he kissed back. He didn’t even register Hunk’s surprised “whoa” when he slipped his tongue into Lance’s mouth. While he somewhat wished he’d asked Lance to at least eat a breath mint first, the taste of alcohol wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. The fruity undercurrent of Lance’s drink almost made the taste pleasant.
Lance was not prepared for Keith to actually transform into an active participant in this impromptu makeout, but with the way Keith was using his tongue, he wasn’t exactly complaining. Keith’s thumbs rubbing small circles into his sides only made it harder to remember that this was Keith he was kissing. Keith, the most obnoxious guy in school. Keith, the one who always screwed up the curve for everyone else without even studying. Keith, his rival.
Keith, who was pulling away to breathe and currently staring at him with wide, wanting eyes. Keith, who was so absorbed, he hadn’t even noticed the way Rollo and Nyma were both eyeing them from only a foot away. Keith, who looked so incredibly hot, Lance had no idea how he could have missed it before.
Lance chuckled, his voice low and surprisingly rough. “Wow, babe… You really didn’t hold back, huh?”
Keith smirked. “Couldn’t let you upstage me.”
Lance dove in for another kiss as Hunk just shrugged at Rollo and Nyma.
Written in about an hour, so if you notice any errors, let me know! I tried to do a quick read through, but I may have missed something. :)