A/N: omg, i'm sorry ya'll i totally forgot to upload chapter ten up here. it's been on wattpad for a while soooo sooooorryyyyy

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Keith woke with a pounding headache. He tried opening his eyes but the light hurt. He lifted his arms to cover his face, but only one moved. That's when he noticed the weight on his chest and shoulder. Keith could also feel another pair of legs tangled in his.

"Keith? You awake?" A familiar voice whispered. Keith peered through his fingers, his vision blurry. A mess of brown curls and curious eyes were in front of him. As his eyes focused, he recognized Lance.

"Lance?!" He would have jumped back if he wasn't laying underneath Lance.

"Yeah…" His face twisted in confusion for a moment then fell into a sad realization. "You don't remember last night, do you?"

"No…I don't." Keith mumbled. Lance sat up and curled his legs into his chest.

"Oh."

"Did we…?"

"What? Have sex?" Lance smirked. Keith sat up, staring into his lap.

"What the hell?!" Keith held his arms out in front of him, examining the bruises on his wrists and arms.

"Oh that." Lance took Keith's hands in his own and sat across from him. "Keith…um…"

"So I'm into BDSM when I'm drunk? Does that mean I'm a bottom?!"

"Keith…no…as much as I would like to laugh at that…I do have something serious to tell you…" Lance kept staring at his hands. Concern and hate were on his face and his breathing was picking up pace. "Keith…you were assaulted last night. Someone attempted to rape you…I was almost too late…no, I was too late. I should have-"

"Lance." Keith said firmly. "I'm not your responsibility. You didn't have to do anything. It's not your fault."

"But," Lance finally looked him in the eye.

"No," Keith interrupted and placed two of his fingers over Lance's lips. "But thank you for doing what you did."

Lance nodded and smiled softly. "Of course." He whispered.

"So how'd we end up here?" Keith changed the subject and dropped his hand.

"I couldn't find your apartment key and no one was home, so I just brought you back here. I was going to sleep on the ground, but you started having nightmares and calling-" my name.

"Calling?"

"Yeah, uh, like yelling, ya know?" Lance averted his gaze. He couldn't get Keith's scared cry out of his head. The look of fear on his face. The tears running down his face. The way he clung to Lance as if his life depended on it.

"Oh."

"Breakfast?" Lance jumped up and started walking towards the door.

"Yeah, sure." What happened that you're not telling me, Lance?

"Cool, I'm starving." Lance pulled out two outfits and threw one at Keith. "I'll be back."

Keith sighed and grabbed the clothing reluctantly. He pulled off his pants and slipped on Lance's. Once he pulled his shirt off, Keith noticed that none of the clothes he had been wearing were his. Did Lance change my clothes last night after the party? The door opening startled Keith. He turned to see Lance, still in the same clothes he was before.

"Oh sorry! I should have knocked. Thought you were done, my sister is in the bathroom so I-" Lance started backing out.

"Wait! Um, it's okay." Lance slowly walked back in. "I actually was wondering…"

Lance raised an eye brow.

"Did you change me? Because I don't think these are my clothes."

"Oh," Lance looked down. "Yeah, I did. Some of them were already off you or ripped so when we got back here I just put some of mine on you. Sorry-"

"No, no. Thank you." Keith smiled and Lance picked up his shirt and handed it to him.

"You should get dressed then we can eat breakfast."

"You can change in here, ya know." Keith slipped Lance's shirt over his head. It fit loosely and smelled like Lance. Great, now I'll just feel like I'm being hugged by him all day but also not.

Lance shut the door and began stripping. Keith felt his face heat and he spun around. The night Lance stayed the night flashed in his head. As if it wasn't difficult before. Wait, aren't I supposed to be mad at him? Yeah, remember why you're mad at him. That'll help.

"Keith?" Keith jumped by how close Lance was when he turned. Not helping. He's still shirtless. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Keith's voice crack gave him away.

"Keith?" Lance's voice and face were heavy with worry.

"It's nothing, Lance."

"If it has to do with last night…if you're remembering something…"

"No, no. It's not that." Keith avoided Lance's eyes. And chest. God, help me.

"Why won't you look at me? Are you mad at me? Other than-"

"Can you put on a shirt?"

"What?"

"Shirt. Put one on. Please."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfor-" Lance studied his face and noticed a blush. Wait. He's not blushing because I'm shirtless. Is he? "Or, ya know, it's pretty hot out-"

"What?"

"Well, my family won't mind, so why not just leave it?"

"It's not hot out…"

"Really? Cus your face is pretty red." Lance stepped closer to Keith. "If you're too warm, you can remove your own shirt as well." He whispered, brushing his hands against Keith's hips and grabbing the hem of his shirt gently. Keith looked at Lance with an expression he'd only seen once before, when Keith was on his lap.