#Keith and Charlie being so cuddly

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Drunken Mistakes

by klanced-against-my-will

Note: this is my first fan fiction, so let’s be nice, okay? 

CHAPTER ONE

I didn't hate Keith Kogane. It's just that I highly disliked what his existence represented. It had always interfered with my success. Our grades had always been neck to neck from the moment we were first put in the same class in 6th grade. As fate would have it against me, we had been in the same classes in all the years to follow, even the optional ones. It was annoying, really. Our mutual friends -- I'll get to them later­ -- often teased us about our long-lasting feud. Maybe they were right, but I always felt like it was a part of my everyday life. A routine of teasing and bickering and bragging and fighting. Everything became a competition between us two. Grades. Soccer performance. Drinking. We had even both came out within a month of each other -- that one was unfortunate and unplanned. Learning that he was gay had only made me even more frustrated. He was even better at being gay than me, the boring bisexual. Like, we get it! You're an over-achiever! So yeah, of course, we had mutual friends. We had friends of our own, but the astronomy club was common ground. There was Hunk, my best friend and most genuine guy ever. Never far behind him was Pidge, the little tech nerd and meme expert of the gang. They were always hacking something our inventing software. Shiro and Allura were a couple of too pretty to be real lovebirds that always came as an item. But our club was soon to be disintegrated by the end of our high school careers. I was currently rereading my last test of the senior year for the second time, making sure that no mistake had slipped in. I was anxious for the evening. Our lame school didn't have a prom, so Ben Richards, the heir of some pharmaceutical empire, was opening his lake house to the whole promotion. The dress code was "Anything that wouldn't get you laid." Kind of dumb, but I loved it. "Okay, pencils down. You're done with high school, people," said the bored teacher sitting at the desk at the front of the class. We all jumped of happiness, screaming. I ran to the hallway, my eyes searching for curly blond hair. "Lance!”

I turned around just as Nyma tied her arm around my neck, kissing me.  I kiss her back, my hands on her hips. We had been dating for about ten months now and seeing her face never stopped being a breath of fresh air. 

She broke away from my face, the screaming around us feeding her smile. "We did it! We freaking did it, Lancelot!" She was the only one to call me that, saying that I was her "knight in shining armor." "Finally!" I laughed. "We are staying in touch even if you are going to Spain, right?" "I don't know, you tell me, Ny. Are sure you can live without my sweet presence in your life?" "I know I could," interrupted a voice beside me. My head jolting to the left, I frowned at the mulleted head that was unlocking a locker. "We didn't ask for your opinion, Charlie Sheen." "Well, how about you don't make out with your girlfriend in front of my locker and I won't give it to you, Mclain?" He had turned around to face me at this point, a smirk dancing on his stupid face. Man was he pale! "You don't own the hallway, assbutt!" "And you don't own the rights to Supernatural and here we are!" Nyma pulled on my sleeve. "Lance, let's just go, he's not worth it." Keith gave her a bad look like he wanted to punch her or something. "Oh, by the way, Nyma, I heard that Rolo was looking for you." She blushes a bit, pulling me harder. "Thanks. I'll find him later." I gave Keith a dark look and followed her, wondering where his animosity for Nyma was coming from. "So, let's go to your place." Shaking the feeling away, I lighted up and took her hand in mine. "Yes. Of course. Did I tell you that Marco agreed to buy us beers?" Her smile was back. "Great!" *** It was almost one AM, and I was positively on the verge of being shitfaced. I was currently grinding on the dance floor/grass to Destiny's Childs' Bootylicious like no one was watching. Surely I looked like an idiot with my gelled hair, brown polo buttoned all the way up, high white cargo shorts, white socks, and yellow sandals, but I couldn't bring myself to care in a crowd full of people looking exactly the same. So I was dancing with Hunk because he was always down to move his imposing body. Plus, it helped that he was as drunk as me.  All my friends were here, scattered around the house and garden, talking to people they had never talked to with the desperation of the end, scared of missing out on knowing these people. I didn't bother. Most people already had their preconceived ideas of me. True, I was obnoxious and somewhat loud and a little absurd, but I liked to think that it was part of my charm. I sipped my sangria, careful not to spill it while dancing. "Dude, this is the best party ever," screamed Hunk to cover the music. "Agreed!" And that was all that was to say. We didn't want to talk about the fact that it was also the last party ever. That was too depressing to think about. A hand grabbed my shoulder from behind, turning me around. It was Shiro. I smiled at him before noticing the frown on his face. "What's wrong?" "I can't find Allura," he yelled in my ear. I nodded, walking out of the dancing crowd, Hunk on my heels. "Let's look for her. I'll cover the west side of the house, Shiro you go east and Hunk, look for her outside, make sure to go to the beach, she might have gone for a swim with Pidge. They can be pretty convincing." Happy with my plan, they scattered in their respective direction. I looked for Nyma for a second. I had last seen her sitting by the bonfire with her friend Sandy. She wasn't there anymore. I didn't think much of it. She was a pretty independent girl, always very confident in herself. That was what had drawn me in at first. I decided to start with the upper floor, wobbling a little in the stair. There are people pretty much everywhere, all looking more undateable than the other. I opened door after door, but people making out was the only greeting I got. No Beauty queen with silver hair. I got down to the first floor and knocked on the door of the bathroom. The door opened on Allura, the front of her shirt dripping water. "Hey, princess! What happened to you?" "Belinda dropped her rum and coke on me," she giggled, her face flushed. I could tell that she was tipsy. "Well, you got Shiro looking everywhere for you. You should go tell him you are okay. He's somewhere in the east wing." She smiled, hugging me. Yeah, she was a pretty cuddly drunk. "Thanks, Lance! You're a pearl to behold!" With that, she let go of me and walked towards her boyfriend. "Stop that!," I heard, coming from the next room. This part of the house wasn't nearly as loud, allowing me to recognize Nyma's voice. Intrigued by her giggles, I opened the door behind me. It took my brain a second to catch up on what it was seeing. The living room was well lit, the white furniture and abundance of mirrors making it look like a spaceship. To be honest, that wasn't the part that shocked me. A boy was laying on the couch, a girl toping him. She was chuckling as he kissed her neck, her hands under his shirt. I'm not sure why, but in that moment, I wasn't mad. I stayed completely calm and coughed loudly twice. Nyma's smile disappeared in an instant, her eyes going wide as she looked at me. "Lance!" "Good observation skills, Nyma. But I think mines are better. I observe that we are, in fact, over. You can go back to your making out, now." "No! It's not... It's not what you think!" she claimed, standing up and readjusting her clothes. I ticked at that. "I might be single now, but I was never stupid, Nyma. Goodbye." She screamed after me, as I walked out, still too calm for the situation. My head felt fuzzy and I didn't know what to do. I walked into the ballroom -- yes, this house had a freaking ballroom-- and my heart stopped as people were everywhere around me. My breathing became harsh. I couldn't really see faces, my eyes flashing back to Nyma's hands on Rolo's chest. The pulse of the music cracked in my stomach. Yep. I was having a panic attack. "Hey! watch where you're going, idiot!" said a voice as I collided with a solid body. Turning around, I saw Keith's pale face. I had never been this happy to see him. He was familiar. He could help. Surely he didn't hate me enough to not help me, right? I couldn't say anything, so I just stared at him, mouth and eyes wide. He frowned and seemed to catch up pretty fast, grabbing my wrist and tracing the way out of the crowd. He led me out of the house, grabbing a bottle of whiskey on some forgotten table. He didn't stop outside, didn't stop at the edge of the wood, didn't stop when it became so dark that I couldn't see my own feet. He only stopped on the verge of a calm stream, helping me hike onto a big rock, sitting beside me. "There. Now you can freak out. Nobody's here. Nobody to judge." And freak out I did. I sobbed like a crazy person, unable to breathe properly, scratching my arms up and down, unbuttoning my polo to feel less caged. He didn't say anything, just sat there beside me, sipping whiskey from the bottle and looking at the water. I knew he was no stranger to panic attacks. What I didn't know was that he was good at handling them. After what felt like an eternity, my sobs calmed down and I took deep breaths in, looking at my surroundings to distract myself.   The moon was full, giving us enough light to see the stream and the trees around us. The crickets were going at it like crazy, but other than that, the silence was total. "Better?" said, Keith, breaking the peace. "Yeah... Thanks..." I whispered, not sure of how to act. We were never ones to talk about stuff. But at that moment I wanted to tell him everything. "So... What happened? You saw yourself in a mirror?" I chuckled. "You're one to talk. Did you not know the theme, or did you rebel against it?" He was wearing a tuxedo, and I wouldn't have told anyone ever, but he looked damn good in it. "I never get laid anyway. You're the only other somewhat gay guy at school and we're not about to fuck, are we?" "Sadly, no." We both laughed. Hard. Because we were drunk and this situation was ridiculous. My laugh turned to tears, my hand covering my face. "I caught her making out with Rolo." "I knew it!" I turned towards him, confused. "What do you mean you knew?" He looked guilty for a second. "Well, I saw them together in the park last Sunday... I didn't think much of it at first, but then I heard him talking about Nyma in the cafeteria. He wasn't being really respectful, let's just say that. And I may or may not have punched him for talking shit..." "Wait, you punch the guy?" "Well, he was being an asshole and, I don't know, it got the best of my nerves. Could have been worse though. I could have stabbed him. Principal Zarkon gave me an essay to do about unnecessary violence." I couldn't believe it. He had punched a guy to protect her honor. Or my honor, in some way. I stared at him, his face a little shy like he was embarrassed by what he had done. "Thank you, Keith." He had a small smile before turning to face the stream. He took another sip from the bottle. "You know, I think I can count on two hands how many times you've called me by my actual first name in seven years." I snatched the whiskey from him. "Well, that's because your name is stupid." I downed a big slump of liquor, the heat of it burning my throat. "Now my name is stupid?" "Yeah, you just need a middle name like Karen or some shit and you'll have the initial of a racist group." "KKK?" "Hey! You have a brain under that mullet!" We laughed. He had a nice laugh and I asked myself how I had never noticed that. "So... Nyma and Rolo." I felt my chest tightened. "Yes. I dumped her." "Good decision. You deserve better than being cheated on." I raised an eyebrow at him, surprise. "I mean... Everyone deserves better than that, obviously... what I meant to was that I sorry you had to endure that." That's when the thought first crossed my mind. Keith's lips look very kissable. "Lance...? You okay, dude?" I looked back to his eyes. I blamed the next events on the alcohol. "Keith, have you ever kissed a boy?" "What? That's none of your business, Mclain." He turned away, putting his frowning profile to me. I turned toward the stream too. Silence fell for a second. "I've never kissed a boy. Like you said, you're my only prospect and... well, we've always been too preoccupied with beating each other in every way possible to actually make an effort to like each other," I confessed. "I've had people tell me that I wasn't really bi if I had never kissed a boy. Which is stupid." He turns back to me for a second. "Do you think... no, nevermind." "What is it?" "I said never mind." "And I said 'what is it.' Spit it out already." He chewed on his lip, playing with the label of the bottle. "Do you ever think... that we should have been friends? That we missed out on knowing each other because we were so caught up in fighting to be the best?" I tilted my head, looking at him like it was the first time that I saw him. He was still bitting his lip. His hair was brushed back away from his face, and it was too dark to see the purple of his eyes. He looked as pale as ever. His words turned in my mind. He was right. Absolutely right. I mean, we were in all the same classes, club, and sports team, had a lot of friends and interests in common. Our egos were the only thing keeping us away. "You're right." He blinked twice, surprised that I was agreeing with him for once. "Shocking, I know," I whispered to preserve the quiet of the moment. And then, probably because of the half bottle of whiskey sitting in his stomach, Keith leaned over, closing his eyes, putting his lips on mine. I wouldn't say it was unexpected. I would say it was awkward. We didn't move our lips for a beat too long, only resting our mouth against one another. I didn't close my eyes, too stunned and drunk to react properly. My heart was beating like crazy in my ears, my face hot and body stiffed. I was kissing Keith. Well, I wouldn't really have called it kissing. My lips were touching Keith's. Yeah, that's more accurate. He pulled away, opening his eyes and frowning. "That was... a horrible first kiss." Snapping out of my stupor, I raised my eyebrows. "You took me by surprise. Had I known, I would have shown you a better time!" He chuckled. "Ya, right." That got my pride boiling. I was average in a lot of things, but not kissing. I was a fantastical kisser. "I would have you known that I'm a great kisser." "Yeah, that's why Nyma cheated on you. Because you were too good of a kisser. It was too much for her." That got the wind knocked out of me.   Instant regret showed on his face. "Sorry, too soon. That was just mean." I was getting angry, I could feel it turning in my stomach with the liquor. I am an impulsive person. That's no surprise. But what I did next came as a shock to both of us. I extended my hand and grabbed the back of his head, smashing his lips on mine. I did not stay still this time. I started really kissing Keith, and he played along eagerly after the initial shock of my actions. He grabbed my upper arm and my collar, bringing me closer to him. I put my hand on his hip as the other one was tugging on his mullet.  Our mouths were at war, fighting to make sure the other knew that we weren't going to stop first. I bit his bottom lip and he groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. I didn't let him go far and kissed his jaws, his throat, his collarbone, his ear, my tongue and teeth running on every bit of skin they could. "Lance..." Him moaning my name made a string inside of me snap, burying any self-control I had deep in the back of my mind. I pulled myself onto him, my tights straddling his, his lips back on mine in a heartbeat, my tongue darting into his mouth, tasting the whiskey. His arms went around me to keep me against him, my hands around his neck. He tugged on my shirt to free it from my belt, the tip of his fingers sending shivers down my spine as the brushed against the small of my back. "What the fuck are we doing..." I whispered, pulling away for air. Trees were spinning in my vision, my stomach flinching and my head feeling dizzy. Keith wasn't having it, pulling my shirt away and biting my shoulder. Hard. "Keith, I think I'm gonna..." I unwrapped my arms from his neck and pulled myself from his laps, barely reaching the edge of the rock before emptying my stomach. "Oh, my God, Lance, are you okay?" I turned to lay on my back, the moon above me letting me see the shape of his head, but not any of his features. "I think I had too much to drink." And on that note, I passed out.

Okay, thanks for reading! Part 2 and 3 are already written, I’m just waiting to see what people think of this first chapter before posting them. 

Also, I know Shallura isn’t a thing, but Adam wasn’t in our lives when I wrote this. We’ll see what the futur holds...

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@mostarkey Keith was never 1/100th as touchy with Bill as he was with Charlie (and I’m pretty sure they also didn’t talk for the better part of the ‘70s), but what I love is that occasionally Bill would give him really judgmental looks for being so cuddly with Charlie. And Keith did not care. Even a little.

(Also, yeah, that’s Keith trying to physically make Charlie smile).

Shirley and Keith dancing for Charlie (1981)