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Lance grinned as the window creaked open and Keith slipped through, his combat boots softly thudding as he dropped to the floor. Ten o'clock. Right on time.
His parents were out of town and his twin sister was sleeping over at a friend's house. Keith could've just come in the front door, but he'd always preferred to slip in through Lance's bedroom window. Lance was fine with it though. Honestly, he thought it was kinda hot.
Keith slipped off his boots and jacket and smirked as he climbed into bed with Lance. "Hey babe," he said, leaning down to kiss him. "Missed you."
Lance scoffed and rolled his eyes, even as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Keith's shoulders, playing with his hair. "It's only been a few hours since you drove me home from rehearsal and we made out on your bike."
"Shut up," Keith growled and Lance complied, leaning into the kiss.
By the time Keith rolled off of Lance, it was ten thirty. They'd both lost all of their clothes except for the leather gloves that Keith never took off. Another thing that Lance should've been annoyed by, but couldn't bring himself to care about. Again, he thought it was hot.
Keith hummed as he snuggled into Lance's side. Lance smiled softly and slipped an arm underneath his boyfriend. He was smiling, which was so rare these days as their graduation was fast approaching. He hated to ruin that, but there was something they needed to talk about.
"Hey, Keith?" he whispered, gently shaking him. Keith hummed in response, his eyes fluttering open. "We need to talk."
Keith's eyes flew open and he sat up, pointing an accusing finger at Lance. "You better not be breaking up with me, McClain."
"Of course not!" Lance cried, sitting up as well. "There's just... something I need to tell you."
The raven-haired boy hummed in ascent and flopped back onto the bed, pulling Lance down with him. "What's up?"
Lance took a deep breath, attempting to gather his thoughts. God, this was going to be hard to explain. "It's about the party I went to last weekend."
"The one I told you not to go to," Keith said, nodding. "Private school kids' parties can get pretty wild since they have to act all proper and shit literally every other time of the day. I don't care if it was one of our best friends' birthday party."
"Yeah, okay. I see that now. But still. I didn't believe you then, so I went. And I kinda..." He bit his lip and sighed. He didn't think he was going to be able to say it.
"You kinda what?"
He took another deep breath. God, he was going to have to say it, wasn't he? Now that he'd brought this up, Keith wasn't going to let him drop it. "Made out? With someone?"
Again, Keith's eyes flew open and he sat up. "You what?" he snapped.
Lance bit his lip and slowly sat up as well. "Made out with someone? And it kinda, sorta, almost lead to us having sex?"
Keith growled and rolled off the bed, picking up his knife, which he'd dropped with his clothes. "Alright, who am I murdering?"
"No! No, no, no, no!" Lance yelped and jumped up, grabbing Keith's knife away from him. "Please do not murder Allura!"
Hearing that it was Allura, a good friend of both of theirs, froze Keith in his tracks. "It was Allura?" he hissed, "You cheated on me with Allura?!"
Lance froze as well, jaw dropped and eyes widened. "No! Keith, it's not like that! It didn't mean anything!"
"But you still did it, didn't you?" Keith huffed when Lance didn't respond, turning around and tugging his clothes back on.
"Where are you going?" Lance asked meekly as Keith took back his knife.
"Away. Don't talk to me anymore. Don't expect me to sneak into your house like this anymore. We're done." With that, he pulled himself out of the window and stomped away from the house.
"Keith!" Lance called, leaning out the window. "Come back! I'm sorry!"
But he was either too far away to hear, or he wasn't listening.
Keith stayed true to his promise. For the next few months, all they did was nod to each other in the halls at school. After graduation, Lance stayed in town while Keith went away to some college in New York to study music. They didn't see each other at all for the next two years.
But that was about to change.