One Step Forward (Stumbling Ahead)
My God, someone save me. I just cannot stop writing about these two.
I wrote a longer piece than usual to help make up for the misplacement of the previous chapter.
This entire part is only a fluffy dynamic between our precious boys and I hope that you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
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Friday was finally here.
Keith went to school like any other day.
Even though he and Pico walked home from school, Keith still took the bus to school. He had asked if the ginger would like to take the bus to school one day, and he promptly refused during one of their late night texts. The blue boy tried to turn it around and ask if he could join Pico on their early morning walks to school instead. Once again, he denied him. The weather was getting colder and snow was already present on the ground.
Keith expressed his concern, just as before to help convince him to change his mind. Pico merely stated that he didn't want to have him wake up too early since the walk was about forty minutes from their homes. To prevent the other male from getting upset, he simply accepted it and moved on. He was happy with walking from school and was willing to do the same in the morning too. Maybe, when it got warmer, he would be able to ask again. He would use the nicer weather as an excuse to get out early and walk with him to school. He didn't want to make Pico upset.
He went to first period, making sure to take a look over at the orange-haired male that sat at the back of the class. He was as still as ever, keeping his gaze locked onto his empty desk. He noticed, after a while, that Pico rarely carried anything with him. No backpack, no books, no supplies. He just brought himself. Keith was seated near the front, so he was unable to get a good look before other students would start to drain into the classroom. He didn't want to bring attention upon himself and especially Pico.
The incident from before with his friends was a staple in what Pico may feel if any undivided attention is brought upon him. He never wanted to have that happen again. It nearly killed him to see the other boy cry like that. He looked so scared. The last thing he wants is to make him feel that way. It was difficult enough that he was chased back into his shell after that fiasco.
Even during school, Pico would give a small glance up, those near white eyes locking onto his own when he entered the room. It was still amazing how fast Pico was, he was always first in the classroom. Keith would try and be second at least to give them a moment with each other. When he would look up, Keith would give a small smile, which would force the smallest tilt of his lips up in response. The moment another student would arrive, his eyes would drop back down on the desk preventing anyone from even noticing their interaction.
It nearly broke Keith when he had stopped looking up, even when he arrived as early as he could from the morning bus. Pico would refuse to look up again at him. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable and risk the chance another person would come in and see them talk to each other. He didn't know if he could stand watching him go through that breakdown again. It was hard enough when it was just two other people, let alone an entire class of students.
Lunchtime was relatively the same. Due to the large area and loud students, it was much easier to give a glance or smile over the distance of the empty tables that surrounded the ginger male. Before, Pico would give a small glance up whenever he spotted that unmistakable sapphire colored hair from the crowd in his peripheral vision. Keith would give a visible smile, and a small wave when their eyes would meet from their original spots tables apart. Pico would blink those incredible eyes back at him and look around to make sure that no one was paying attention for a moment. Then he would actually raise his hand lowly, against his chest, and give a halfhearted wave back. The smallest of smiles etching his face for a brief second before he would gain his normal pose staring at the table again.
Now, it was like he wasn't even looking for Keith's person anymore. Those emerald eyes would nearly be glued to his still form, never once faltering from his pale gaze on the table. No small waves. No more smallest of smiles. He felt like he was losing him. Although, the end of the day would be a little bit better without the presence of other students.
The best time of Keith's day would be after school had ended. He would nearly be sprinting towards their randevu point after his last class. He would be so excited to jet around the corner to spot that familiar orange hair leaning against the wooden wall of the shed. Most times, he would flinch back as if he was jump-scared. It was unintentional, of course and Keith would always spout a firm apology as Pico would get himself back together. The smallest of smiles still on his face, as he would glance to the side with forgiveness.
Luckily, his days end didn't alter much after the incident. Since they were alone, Pico was more comfortable speaking and looking up at Keith. Since that day, though, he did notice that the smaller male was more quiet than usual. He would speak, but just barely compared to before. His eyes would be mostly locked on the ground in front of him. When before, they would alter between Keith's and his path more often. The small smile on his face seemed to have vanished in the blink of an eye, as if it was never there before. Keith grew more despondent as the days went on with Pico's behavior. He was clearly affected by Darnell's reaction by that day and had no idea how badly it would have dragged on his instability.
Today, however, Keith had something big to tell him, hoping to at least bring back that smile he missed so dearly. Last class had finally ended, and the weekend was finally upon them. The big surprise was eating away at him for weeks, too eager to keep it in anymore. He grabbed the last of his books for the weekend, planning on procrastinating his homework until that Sunday night as usual. Shutting his locker, he sped walked as quickly as he could before leaving out those same cafeteria glass doors as usual. The feeling all too familiar at this point. His emerald gaze locked onto the usual shed that he looked forward to every day after school and made a sprint for it.
"H-Hey there!" Keith nearly skidded to a stop just behind that old wooden shed, knowing he would scare the living daylights of the other, but it was inevitable.
Pico's entire frame leaped a good foot in the air. He should have prepared better, since this was an everyday occurrence but it still caught him off guard every time. This time, he was unable to keep himself from fumbling after his initial shock. He tried to catch himself, it was far from perfect as he prepared to hit the ground his hands reaching out in vain.
Keith noticed the other man trip and leaped down to grab at one of his flailing arms to keep him steady. His body was so light and the blue boy didn't know his own strength. He pulled him up a bit too hard and he was nearly flung into his own body. He felt the impact of the other man press against his torso, as Keith was easily able to keep himself and the smaller male steady. "Woah! Dude, sorry! Are you ok?" He spoke as he wrapped his own arms around the other to make sure that he was stable on his feet.
Pico placed his hands flat on Keith's chest, pushing himself back from getting a face-full of the other mans red coat. "U-Uh...!" He took a step back, feeling the others hands rest on his sides. His own arm reaching up to his left shoulder to grip at his dark green winter coat. The bright blue gloves that were bought for him by Keith during Christmas were worn nearly every day, as he could barely feel the others warmth through the red coat on his chest. "Y-Yeah..." He couldn't look the other in the face, as he glanced over to the side a deep blush staining his freckles and floating down his neck. Must have been the cold.
"That's good. Hey, you ready to head out?" Keith spoke softly, reluctantly letting go of the other male and Pico removed his hand from his chest watching it fall to his side. He was rather proud that the ginger male would always be found wearing those light blue gloves he purchased for him. A light tint lit up his own face, as he took a step back and grabbed the straps to his own backpack. His sage irises would always look at those incredible pearl ones, sometimes managing to catch a glance back at his own if he was lucky. They were becoming more frequent again, but still not as much as before. He treasured those moments and savored them. Like a child deprived of candy and getting a small taste for the first time in ages.
Pico took a glance up at those caring green eyes and then back down on the ground. His face getting redder, if possible, and gave a nod back. His hands found their way into the pockets of his olive green coat as they both started their long trip home as usual. They walked side by side, Keith insisting on staying on the side of the sidewalk where cars would zoom by. He was always scared that Pico may be hit by a passing car, or having one slide on the ice and into them. Keith wanted to be the one to push Pico out of the way first before he was run over. Although that was the reason, he never actually told the orange-haired male that, he just took the position and kept it that way the entire way home.
Their walks home were filled with either idle chitchat mostly coming from the lightning blue-haired boy. Pico would listen quietly about his day, eyes locked onto the sidewalk. He would give a small nod or sound whenever Keith would question for a response of some kind from his rantings. He could see his own breath cloud in front of him, as he walked on silently. Eventually, as they approached their neighborhood, Keith got strangely quiet.
They always approached the blue boys house first, and then they would split there. Pico's brow raised in a bit of a worry at the abnormal silence, and shifted his shoulders up. "Hey... Um, Pico? Look at me for a second, please?" The freckled male paused when he heard the others footsteps seize, stopping himself. It was difficult for him to disobey that small request, as he looked up at the taller male in worried question.
The light shifting was expressed in a nervous aura, as he witnessed the aquamarine-colored locks gently sway in the wind. He had his signature stance of anxiety as he raised his arm to the back of his neck, those emeralds tossing to the side momentarily before locking onto the pearls across from him. "I-I was wondering... If you would like to, that is... Um..." Keith sighed, gathering a bit of dusting on his face of light pink that was excused from the biting winds. Pico stayed patient and kept his gaze upon the other. "W-Would you like to have a... Uh... Sleepover with me tomorrow? A-At my place!" He quickly added that last part with a startling stutter, wanting to make sure to not make the other man uncomfortable in assuming that it was going to be at his own home.
Keith didn't know why that was so difficult to ask. He's had plenty of sleepovers with Darnell, most of the time they would just take the assumption that if either of them were over past a certain time of night. For some reason, this particular question had him stuttering like a wreck. It's not like he was asking him out on a date... Keith's light pink tint darkened a bit, as a harsh wind nipped at his nose, looking back up at those near white widening eyes.
Pico leaned back a bit, looking at the bundle of nervousness that was in front of him. He could see how the other breathed out in a shudder by the mist of cloud that came from the cold. He was near dumbfounded, not at all expecting to get a proposition like that. His eyes darted around before jumping back onto dulled greens that were highlighted by the tinge of red that lit his face up. "U-Umm..." He couldn't hold the sight for long, as he darted back down to the sidewalk as slight anxiety took over. "...I-I don't know..." He's never been asked to go to a sleepover before.
Keith started to panic, his shoulders lifting making his elbow higher in the air from the way he was touching his neck. His other hand went up to grip at his coat collar, needing something to hold onto. "I have e-everything planned out! We got food, movies, video games... Y-You don't have to bring anything but pajamas!" He tried to reason as the rush of fear started to grip his heart.
Pico blinked his gaze back up with a shocked look before looking off to the side, shifting slightly and pulling his hand out of his coat to grip at his shoulder. A dark blush coated under his freckles at the thought of the last statement, knowing that he never wore pajamas to bed. He always slept in his boxers. That thought made his own heart race, unsure on how to answer him.
The blue-haired boy's shoulders lowered in dejection at the sight of the ginger male. He lowered his hands from their anxious grip and took a step towards the other. Keith was always very hands-on with Pico, it was just his personality. Nothing could prevent him from doing so now. Reaching his own gloved hands out, he gripped a familiar light blue attached to an dark green coat. Even through the gloves, Keith could feel how cold Pico was underneath the fabrics protection. Holding his single hand with both of his own, helping to warm up that palm as best as he could. He pleaded softly. "...Please?"
Pico jolted as the other man held onto him gently. He could feel the warmth that radiated from his hands on his own. His pearly gaze looked at their conjoined hands before going up to those sparkling emeralds. He couldn't look away even if he tried. A gust of strong wind jostled light blue hair and his own gelled locks as the quiet grew louder, interrupted by a passing car.
"...Ok..."
Keith blinked, almost unable to comprehend what was said, just barely catching it from the sound of the wind and environment around them. "Wh-Wha...! R-Really!?" The blue boy stood shocked, making sure that what was said wasn't apart of his imagination. His gloved hands gripped a little tighter, making sure not to squeeze too hard to harm the other male. After Pico said that, his gaze looked back on the lower side, as he could see the flush creep on his neck. His shoulders lifted a little, as he nodded in confirmation a soft hum of an approval echoed from his throat.
"Yes! Yes-Yes!" A startling smile completely lit up Keith's face, as he couldn't contain himself. Releasing the clasped hand, he leaped forward and wrapped his arms around the completely startled smaller male in a crushing hug. Picking him from the ground, he twirled him once before placing him back down near the same spot as before. Leaning back, his hands were placed onto thin shoulders looking down at the shocked man he suddenly hugged.
Pico's wide eyes were mostly staring directly at Keith's chest the entire time as he was crushed against the other man. His arm was pressed between them, gripping onto his own chest for a personal comfort. Once he was placed back down to earth, he looked back up at delighted gems. The moment lasted for a second. Keith immediately let him go as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't, arms raising into his normal nervous pose. "S-Sorry! Um..." He stuttered, glancing off to the side face as red as a cherry.
A light chuckle filled the air, almost sounding like music to Keith's ears. It felt as though it has been ages since he has heard that amazing sound. His eyes widened, making sure he wasn't hearing things and looking back at the smaller male. He noticed those thin shoulders shifting lightly with his laughter. A smile that he has missed so much back on his beat-red freckled face as a tilt up of a corner of his lips. "It's ok..." He spoke smoothly, that deep voice rumbling with the sound of wind rustling around them. Keith's heart skipped a beat at the sight.
"Should I... Come over the same time as usual...?" Pico asked cautiously, not knowing if there are protocols to follow for this venture.
The blue boy could hardly focus on anything else but those amazing eyes, almost not even hearing what he had said at first. "U-Uh-Y-Yeah! Yeah! Same time as usual! Bring whatever you want! It'll be so much fun!" Managing to make his stance to a more excited pose, he could only think of the possible future.
That small smile fell momentarily, making the taller males posture lower in concern. Pico lowered his gaze again, pausing a bit to gather his thoughts. "W-Will there be... Others...?" He glanced back, not wanting to be rude, but giving the innuendo that he may have leaped to far ahead and didn't take into consideration the participation of other people attending.
Keith blinked at that soft question, he immediately understood Pico's concern. He was intimidated by Darnell, understandably. He didn't want to outright say it, but he was scared of the presence of other people also being at this sleepover. He wanted to quash those thoughts away from the gingers mind promptly. "Nope! It's just going to me you and me!" He reassured. "Darnell says we're too old to do sleepovers anymore. But I've never had one with you before. I wanted to do one before we turned into legal adults, heh!" He joked, but was absolutely serious at the same time.
That seemed to brighten the posture of the smaller redhead a little. That amazing half-smile came back, and those impossible white eyes looked at him again. "Yeah..." He said softly, as he folded his hand back into his coat pocket. His stance was relaxed again. "I'll see you tomorrow... Keith." He paused momentarily, knowing that it was getting rather later than usual, and he was getting cold being out here for so long.
Keith's smile got wider, as he gave a full wave goodbye at the other male as he turned slightly towards his own home in the neighborhood. They would normally split here as soon as they entered the development anyway. "Yeah, of course, Dude! I'll see ya then! I can't wait!" The blue boy almost bounced on his feet in excitement.
Pico smiled a little wider, as he paused from his turn towards his home. "...Me either." He almost let out a small laugh at the overeager taller male and gave a halfhearted wave back before turning completely to walk home. He still could hear Keith cheering aloud to himself at his achievement. The chatter of his regular voices were cleared during the entire time with Keith, and he could have sworn he heard a "he said yes!" He chuckled lightly at the thought and turned the corner to make his way back home.
~ O ~
Pico stood at the doorstep to Keith's home. A thin bag holding the bare essentials for the sleepover. A toothbrush with some toothpaste and string floss. His phone charger and his regular green sweater and beige khakis and a pair of white socks and and boxer shorts. He brought his hair gel, just in case he would need it. He doesn't think that Keith had ever seen him without his hair slicked back. The one thing that he purposefully left behind was his medications. He just hoped that he wouldn't act up in the middle of the night with his schizophrenic tendencies.
The entire night before he was incredibly anxious. The voices were harassing him most of the night. They had manifested further. Instead of their usual spout of "killer" being spoken, they also learned the word "worthless" and "murderer." He had no idea how they managed to teach themselves such terms. It kept him awake most of the night as he tried to ignore those insults. The visions have also gotten much worse. He was actually starting to see figures that looked like shadow people in his full line of sight. No expressions, but they always tried to attack him. It was worse when he was looking at a reflection of some kind. The voices seemed to mix with the visions nearly simultaneously. Even locking himself in complete darkness wasn't helping him much anymore.
Even on the way to Keith's home, he was being tormented. The snickered and sneered at him as he made his way to the taller males home. Even keeping his eyes on the floor, he could still see the feet of shadows that he passed on the sidewalk as if they were trying to impede his journey. He always made it to Keith's house at one in the afternoon almost on the dot.
Now that he was present at the gates of his sanctuary, they came at him in full force. His glassy gaze locked onto his own shadow on the door. He didn't knock yet, much to petrified at what he was seeing. On the innocent blue door, his shadow seemed to deform into a much larger entity. He could see the horns begin to form on the creature, as they spouted their nasty words at him. "You're worthless..." "You're a killer..." "A murderer..."
Pico stood, terrified, unable to move to knock at the gates of his safety that lay ahead. His breath stuttered in absolute fear, as his body shook at the doorstep. He swallowed thickly, getting cold from the sweat that rolled down his cheek. He saw those long tendrils begin to reach for him, trying to grab at him once again. His eyes widened taking a step back, just about to turn and run home.
"I'll be back mom, Pico's running late and-." The door suddenly opened. That shadow instantly vanished and the voices seized to exist in mere milliseconds. "Pico! Hey! I was getting worried! How long have you been out here?"
His savior has arrived just in time. Keith stood in the doorway, already adorning his red winter coat and black gloves. On the weekends, he always wore a red baseball cap backwards, his hair sticking out through the hole from the back-strap. A smile immediately captured his lips from his worried expression before only to roll back to his previous concern. "Pico?"
The said male blinked, barely able to comprehend the situation. The blur of blue cleared in his sight as Keith pressed further into his line of sight. He felt something grab his shoulders lightly, as he swallowed the fear that was built from before. "Uh... Keith?" He questioned, making sure that he was real and not the figment of his nightmares.
Green eyes sparkled at the recognition. He noticed that sometimes Pico would go into these small fits of anxiety that would trap him in some sort of trance. A sure-fire way to get him to snap out of it would be contact. When he first met him. The freak-out behind the shed, although that was more of an emergency. When the smaller male was hiding in his bathroom. All was fixed with a form of touch. That was something that Keith was extremely willing to give, he was a very touchy person to begin with. "Yeah, Dude. It's me. It's almost 1:30 and you were still not around. I was gonna go looking for you since you didn't respond to my texts."
The smaller male tilted his head in curiosity, taking his phone out of his pocket and opening the lock screen. Four message notifications lit up the screen, all from Keith with varying layers of worry written on each text. The last one reading, "I'll be coming out to look for you. You're worrying me." Pico felt a stab of guilt for making the blue boy fret so much. "O-Oh... Sorry..." The hands on his shoulders prevented them from lifting far, as he sunk his head between them.
"Nah, don't sweat it. You're here now. Let's get you inside; you must be freezing." Keith moved to the side and moved an arm from his shoulders to his upper back to lead into his home. Just feeling the outside of the usual dark green coat he wore, Pico felt really cold. Good thing he had his red heating blanket upstairs all prepared for him. "Are you hungry? Did you eat today?" Keith asked. It was his usual way of greeting the other male whenever he entered his home. He always wondered if the other kid ate anything and could tell if he was fibbing by now.
Pico felt a strong sense of relief as soon as he entered the doorway. Keith closed the front door behind him, and it's as if all of his worries were locked away once again. The voices were gone and the shadows were outside the protection of this household. He felt himself sigh in a comforting way, as the warmth from the home enveloped his freezing frame. He took off his favorite gloves and stuck them into his coat pocket, before unzipping it. "N-No... I'm not hungry..." He assured before putting his olive green coat on the hanger near the door and taking off his shoes on the rack.
Keith did the same, as he just took off all of his outdoor wear that he put on just moments before and placed them back. "You sure, man? I found some really awesome spicy Doritos at the store. They are new, and I've never seen them before. Did you wanna try them?" The taller male encouraged. He could tell that he was lying. It wasn't hard to see his frame was getting skinnier as the month went on, he was going to make sure that he gained a few pounds tonight.
Pico lowered his gaze at the question. His shoulders lifted in shyness. Keith knew him too well at this point. The thought of the spicy and salty food had him swallow a bit of saliva that built on his tongue. "I-I guess..." He spoke softly, giving a glance up at those soft greens. He didn't want to sound like a burden. Worst off, he didn't want to upset Keith.
The taller male gave his signature smile, "Alright! Hey, what did you want to do today? I got some new games we can play." He spoke as they made their way to the kitchen, walking past his parents as they both sat on the couches and watched television. Pico followed close behind.
"Why, hello Pico are you excited about the sleepover tonight?" Keith's mother piped up as the two of them made their way behind the couches and she caught sight.
The said male paused in his spot, his near white eyes falling upon that distinctive brown long hair. She was sitting on the love-seat and knitting while Keith's father sat on the sofa. Like father like son, he was just as ghetto in his seating position it seems, as he watched the football game that was on TV. Pico raised a hand to his left shoulder and stuttered nervously. "H-Hello, Mr. and Ms. Fairest..." He tried to be polite and gave her a bit of eye contact in respect. "Y-Yes I am..."
"Aww, son of a-... How could you fumble on that!?" Mr. Fairest's animated reaction to apparently something that happened on the television with his game. That made the ginger flinch considerably, as his gaze went straight towards the older male. His attention then sprang towards Keith as they both stood there in respect of Ms. Fairest. "Keith, I don't want you kids leaving the house after five, ya hear?" He jetted as his attention went back to his game.
Pico heard an irritated sigh next to him, as he turned his attention towards the light-haired male. "Ugh... Yes sir... You guys know I'm almost eighteen right?" Keith looked a little embarrassed at his parents coddling, but what child wouldn't be?
His mother spoke up "You heard your father. I don't care how old you are, you will always be my little baby boy."
The taller male facepalmed himself, a tint of red coating his neck in embarrassment. "Moo~ooom! Not in front of my friend, please!?" He begged, as he continued his walk into the kitchen to grab at the chips he wanted trying his best to ignore the older woman. Pico could hear his mother chuckle.
The orange-haired male noticed that Keith came back with two drinks and some snacks tucked under his arm walking past him. Pico followed like a lost puppy as they made their way to the stairs next to the front door. "Oh, and Keith! Keep the door open would you, honey?" She joked, as both her and Keith's father let out a bark of laughter.
Pico face erupted in a massive blush that covered his nose and cheeks, his freckles standing out against his pale frame. Not as bad as Keith, however. Nearly his entire face and neck burst into a dark red that had him almost drop the items he was carrying. The orange-haired male could almost feel the heat coming from the taller one. "MOM! WHAT THE HECK!?" Keith would never cuss at his parents, but it still didn't stop him from shouting when they embarrassed him in front of his friends.
Pico felt the other grip, almost painfully, at his hand jerking him up the stairs to get away from the situation. "Come on, Pico. My God!" He mumbled loudly, his face still blistering red as he stomped up the steps. That grip alone made his flush darken to his neck at their hands holding each other. Keith's parents were pretty cool, but they could be rather protective of their child. Although, what parent wouldn't be for their only kid?
They made it up the steps and into the familiar territory known as Keith's room. Pico had been here before plenty of times. Although, most of the time they would spend it downstairs in the living room when his parents weren't already occupying it. The walls were painted a light blue, just like his hair. Some posters of his favorite games and logos were taped to the walls. He had a decent size television on top of a entertainment center across from his full sized bed. The room itself was kept neat and cleaned, probably in preparation for the gingers arrival.
Two windows let in sunlight across from the door, while a closet was halfway open next to the entrance of the room. Peeking in, one could see hanging outfits and shoes that lined what one could see from the crack in the door. A dresser was placed against the wall directly in-between the windows, as nick-knacks lined the top. A three layer cabinet of miscellaneous tapes, CD's, movies and video games stood next to the television. Two end tables lay against the wall surrounding the bed. One of them contained a regular lamp with a digital clock with blue numbers, while the other had a lava lamp, turned off right now.
Pico noticed his favorite blanket folded neatly near the bottom of the bed, the staple white cable coiled neatly on top of it.
It was a much more full room than Pico's at home. He didn't even have a television. All he had was his music records and a player to listen to them. This was a busy room in comparison to the gingers. Pico really enjoyed his time here, there was a lot to look at. Pico flinched sharply at the sound of Keith slamming the door shut. It wasn't out of anger, just an effort to create a sound to rebel against his parents wishes.
He heard Keith sigh, and walk past him, putting the snacks on his end table with a little bit of effort. "Sorry about that. You know how parents are..." Pico glanced over at the other male, as he tried to will away his staining blush. He busying himself with organizing the snacks to lean against the lamp in vain as they kept falling over.
Pico was a little more successful in that same endeavor, as he gave a small smile and a chuckle out loud. "Y-Yeah... It's ok, I get it..." The ginger walked up to the taller male, already feeling at home in the familiar space.
Keith turned his attention to his guest and gave a smile back that turned into a small smirk at the laughter. "Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, laugh it up." He waved off the other man, secretly enjoying the deep sound of the other mans enjoyment. "So, what do you wanna do?" He asked, still trying to force his blush down.
The orange-haired male decided to stop the torture for now, and pull his attention away towards the entertainment center. "...You want to play something...?" He spoke quietly, giving a glance back at the blue boy for approval.
The taller male nearly bounced over to his open cabinets, "Yeah, Dude! I got some new games for us to play!" Reaching down to pull at the console titles that were still in the wrapper. "I bought 'Red Dead Redemption II,' 'Skyrim,' 'Minecraft'... and this one sounds dumb but I read good reviews on it, 'Stardew Valley', it's multiplayer too." Keith pulled the games out for Pico to view individually as he stated them in order.
Pearl irises glanced at each and every cover, until he came upon the last one recommended. "Stardew Valley... Is that one a... cooperative game...?" He asked quietly, noticing that the front cover of the game looked rather childish. It was rated E10+. It didn't look like a scary game.
Keith picked up the PS4 title of the stated game with curiosity and flipped it to read the back. "That's what it says. I think it's a farming game" He stated after giving a quick glance over the amount of players and touching base on the summary. "You wanna give it a shot?" He asked the ginger.
Pico lifted his shoulders in a light shrug, eyes darting down to the side. "Sure..." Glancing up, he saw Keith give a smile as he turned to his PlayStation four and pressed the power button. Taking the game out of the case with a light 'pop' sound, he inserted the disc and manually turned on his television from where he stood. Grabbing two controllers, one a camo-green and the other a royal blue, and made his way back to the bed with a couple of steps.
"It's gonna take a little to download any updates and stuff. I brought up some tea for you. Did you want some?" Keith asked as he placed the controllers on the bed and turned towards the snacks. He already went to grab the plastic bottle filled with the sweet substance of liquid. "This is a pretty cool flavor. It's a mint sweet tea." He stated, handing him the bottle to try.
Pico stood awkwardly as Keith offered the drink to him, fiddling with the hem of his green sweater. "U-Uh... Sure... Thanks..." He stated softly, reaching out to grab the offered drink. His hand graced Keith's in a temporary touch as they passed the bottle. The ginger tried to ignore the warmth that crawled up his arm as he took a glance at the label. It looked pretty good, and he loves sweet tea. It was very thoughtful that Keith was so attentive to his likes that he went out of his way to get things for him like this. It brought a jolt of happiness to strike his heart.
Keith's smile widened as he turned his attention to grab at the bags and the soda for himself before jumping on the bed to prepare for the game. He placed himself on the left side of the bed in front of the blue controller and put the snacks beside him on his right. The bed was large enough to accompany both him and another person comfortably. "Oh, and there is your blanket. There should be a plug behind the nightstand."
The ginger startled at the sound of the other male, his attention flying to the folded red blanket stationed next to the blue boy. Shifting his shoulders up, he gave a small smile and a "Thanks..." in response. Walking up to the side of the bed, Pico unfolded the blanket on his side and pulled out the wire. Placing the drink down on the flat wooden post on the edge of the bed. He turned and walked over to the nightstand with the lamp and hunched over it looking for the plug.
Keith gave a small glance back to make sure that Pico didn't need any help, only for his eyes to wonder. With the smaller male's back to him, he couldn't contain his gaze from flowing down his spine to his backside. A tint of pink dusted his face, as he couldn't seem to look away. The only thing that managed to break the stare was a call of his name. "...Keith?"
Green eyes blinked rapidly, nearly shaking his head, as his face flushed darker. Looking up at pale irises, Keith noticed that Pico was looking at him over his shoulder a bit. He must have felt someone staring and couldn't help but to look back. "What are you... Looking at...?" He asked, as he shifted to face the seated male on the bed, leaning over to grab the control box of his blanket, eyes never leaving the others.
"Uh! Um! N-Nothing! I-I just, uh...! N-Noticed that you had, um...! L-Lint on you! Yeah, that's it!" Keith stuttered terribly, his hand immediately jumping to the back of his neck to try and hide his nervousness.
Pico blinked, slightly confused. Taking a glance over his shoulder, he stuck out his hips a bit to see better at what Keith could be talking about. Not noticing anything different, he looked back at shocking green eyes as he lifted a brow in confusion. "I don't... see anything...?" The ginger held the control box closer to himself as a way to withhold the self-consciousness that started to spring into his mind.
Keith's mind started to race, he almost wanted to hit himself. What was he doing?! Glancing back at the television, he was luckily saved. "L-Look! The game is ready!" He tried his best to shake away the anxiety about being caught staring. "C-Come on, let's play!" He stated, trying to help divert the subject away from his blunder.
Pico found it almost amusing to watch the other man so flustered. He put on a small smile, and a light giggle at the sight. He decided to allow himself to be draw away from the current subject. "Alright... I'm coming, hold on..." He chuckled, as he turned on his blanket and set it to a comfortable number six to get himself warmed up.
Placing the box down onto the end table, he made his way over to the lower end of the bed and sat down next to the beat red male. Pico curled the blanket around himself already feeling the prickling heat bleeding into the fabric. His pale hands emerged to grasp the camouflage controller only to hide back in the folds of the warmth once again.
He waited for Keith to begin the game, as he glanced over at intense and focused emerald irises. His face was still stained a deep red flush, and he felt rather sorry for him. Tormented by his parents and then caught staring like that? Pico decided that generosity would help alleviate the situation that poor Keith was in. "Did you... Want to share the blanket...?" He asked, as he lifted the left side of the bunched up red fabric against himself. It was too large for his single person anyway.
The taller male, finally looked over at the other, giving a small smile in appreciation. "S-Sure, Dude. Thanks." He spoke graciously, and grabbed the heated blanket to stretch over his own lap. Pushing the snacks back, he had to scoot over a bit to envelop his lower half completely, almost touching sides with the smaller male. That alone made his blush come back even worse, floating down his neck and even across his ears. He wasn't even cold, but the heat from both the blanket and the other male wasn't uncomfortable at all.
Keith was the first one to make his character on screen. He, literally, had the character be himself. The same lightning blue hair, same white shirt with blue jeans. Not to mention, those stunning green eyes. The only thing missing was his red cap. No accessories, just a Keith duplicate with the same spiky blue hair, named exactly as such.
While he finished off the attributes for his character, Pico reached over to unscrew the cap from the plastic bottle of tea. It was still pretty cold from the fridge, as he took a tasteful swig of the liquid. He let it sit in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. His orange brows raised, taking another look at the label so he could memorize it. It tasted great. He didn't even know that he enjoyed mint sweet tea. Pale eyes closed as he managed a sizable gulp, enjoying the flavor.
"Alright, man, your turn." Keith said as he managed to finish off making his character uniquely him. Looking over at the other male enjoying the drink, he smiled back. He finally managed to veer his attention away from his cherry red blush enough for it to nearly vanish. "Is it good?" He asked. "Can I try?"
Pico pulled the drink away from his lips at the first statement of the other, already using his other hand to begin to make the customization's on screen. Looking over, and pausing his actions, the gingers shoulders lifted a little at the thought of the other drinking out of the same bottle as him. It wasn't that he was disgusted, far from it. It brought a light tint to decorate his face. "S-Sure...?" He offered it over to Keith, expecting for him to take it.
What he did not expect was the others hand gripping his own to pull the drink up to his own lips. Keith took a chug and Pico blinked in shock at the others bravery. He barely noticed the other's face cringe a bit. The pink darkened a little, as he stared at that bobbing Adams apple again, his gaze immediately shifting away to the drink itself for a distraction. "Eh. It's not my thing. Guess I'm not a big fan of mint with tea. It's all yours, man." Keith spoke aloud, as he pushed the hand that held the bottle towards the other male.
Pico blinked as that warm hand left his. His arm started to shake, as he looked down at the top of the bottle where he saw Keith take a drink. His freckled face burned a bright red, as he contemplated the situation. Did Keith just indirectly...? No. This was ridiculous to think. He merely just took a drink from the same cup as he had. Nothing to completely worry over at all. It's not like he reached over and-. "Pico?"
Said male startled, shifting his pearl gaze over to confused forest-greens. "You alright, Dude?" The blue boy asked sincerely, as he glanced over at the other with concern. "Are you gonna make your character, or...? We can play something else." Keith shifted a little, glancing down at the bottle then his camo-controller, before jumping back up to incredible whites.
"Y-Yeah...!" Pico nearly barked, his low voice jumping a decibel higher than normal, making dark brows lift at the sound. "Uh... Sorry..." The orange-haired males throat was extraordinarily dry all of a sudden. Without noticing, he darted his tongue out to wet his nearly chapped lips, eyes shifting to the drink he was holding. Quickly, before he had any second thoughts, Pico brought the bottle to his own lips and took a sip. His mind was racing, and the edge of his lips definitely didn't tingle, as he tried to ignore any dangerous thoughts. Pico went to twist the cap back on, dropping it in his lap first out of anxiety.
Keith could do nothing but watch, as the other man seemed to fall apart in a mere instant. Perhaps he did something that the blue-haired male wasn't aware of? Did he make him uncomfortable? If so, dark brows shifted together in worry at what he could have said or done, as he watched in amazement. Pico fumbled to grab at the cap that he dropped in his lap and successfully managed to twist it back on. That bright red stain that ghosted under those freckles. It was truly amazing how he was so easily noticed whenever he was embarrassed. The ginger was so pale that it was difficult for him to hide anything, no matter how hard he tried.
Pico managed to place the drink back on the low wooden bed post at his corner, and went to grab his controller to continue creating his own character. As he begun to create a mirror of himself, he glanced over at Keith and noticed him still staring. His panic started to rise, looking over completely "Wh-What...?" He asked quietly, hoping to pull any attention off of him.
Keith blinked at the single word spoken, watching that bright face look over at him now. The ball was in his court, and he had to think fast before his own blush would come crashing back again. His gaze fell upon the bags of chips behind them and he reached back to get them. "U-Uh, hey I almost forgot the chips!" He tried to ignore the stuttering of his heart at watching the, dare he say, 'adorable' display of embarrassment. "Here, I got these for you. Let me know if you like them." Keith spoke quickly, making sure to help divert his own spotlight, and handed the other man the Doritos bag labeled 'new.'
The smaller males attention sprang to the crinkling bag of chips that was handed over to him. Releasing his controller, Pico grabbed the other side of the bag and looked at the front of it. 'Doritos Flaming Hot Nacho' was in large bold letters on the front, displaying a single triangular chip that was on fire. It was a good thing he was rather tolerant of spicy foods, and he had his drink here to help that. "Thanks..." Pico stated, giving a small smile over to Keith in appreciation.
The taller male, lifted a hand to the back of his neck, as he tried to hold his gaze onto glowing whites for a moment. "Yeah, no problem, Dude." He tried to play his anxiety off as best as he could. "Hurry and make your character. I wanna play." Keith practically whined, giving a light laughter to try and chase away the stabbing he felt in his heart.
The orange-haired man gave a brighter smile at the complaint. Pico quickly opened the bag and leaned it on the bed against their knees under the blanket that were touching to share. A deep chuckle left his throat, as he went back for the controller in his lap and finished making his character. Just like himself, bright orange hair spiked upwards. A long-sleeved green top and beige colored pants. Maroon shoes and bright blue earrings to top the outfit off. He was lucky that the customization was so deep, that he was able to completely match his eye color. Not many games have 'white' as a choice. Most of the times he would have to choose black.
"You don't have earrings?" Keith questioned, looking back over and taking a glance at his ears for emphasis. Curious on why Pico would choose such a random accessory rather than not picking one at all.
Thin shoulders rose, the smaller male deciding whether or not to give up one of his tiny secrets he held. "Well... I like earrings..." Pearl irises kept low onto his controller, as he raised a hand to touch one of his earlobes. "I've always wanted one... At least..." Orange brows scrunched at the memory of his parents disapproval. "I was never allowed to get them..." This game had a way of expressing what he wanted to be without being attached to his person and exposed.
A memory of his younger years sprang in the forefront of his mind.
An innocent walk in the mall and the curious eyes of a child looking at the jewelry on display. The pictures of girls wearing different types of earrings. Studs, dangling ones, rings, and some of them had more than one piercing on the same ear.
A hard yank of his arm brought him crashing back to reality. Looking up at the angry eyes of his father. "No son of mine will be wearing any of that. Only faggots wear earrings!" He mumbled, only loud enough to be heard by himself and his mother.
He allowed himself to be pulled away, and sunk his head in shame at the thought. He could hear his mother spout "Richard, we're in public." As they all walked along past the stands of cheap accessories.
"Pico...?"
"Pico?"
A larger hand encircled his thin wrists, snapping the ginger out of his past self. His eyes went straight for the hand that only held care attached to him. Following the arm up to a concerned Keith, he now felt the stinging pricks of tears hit him. He fought them back successfully. "Hey, kinda lost ya there." The taller male spoke softly, as to not alarm him further. "Look, your gonna be eighteen April thirtieth, right?" Pico couldn't help but to nod, it was the truth. "How about, I take you to get your ears pierced for your birthday! I'll pay. You can get the light blue ones just like in the game, if you want."
White eyes widened at the spoiled present for his upcoming birthday. "I-I don't know about that..." He tried to delay the tingling of light pleasure that coated his heart at the caring man before him. His eyes glanced down again, shoulders lifting in shyness.
"Come on, Dude. It can't be that bad! I heard that it barely hurts at all!" Keith reassured, managing to lift his hand away from the thin wrists with difficulty. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "We can go on that same weekend, okay? Sorry for telling you your gift early." The taller boy gave his signature smile at the thought of making the other happy. This seemed to be a little bit of a touchy subject for him, and he had to figure out something to get for his birthday anyway.
Pico lifted his hand away from his un-pierced lobe looking up at sage greens with trepidation. "Really...?" He asked, making sure there wasn't a hint of malice laced within those words. It was always a negative subject, but Keith made it all sound so normal.
"Yeah! Yo, I'll bet they'll look so cool on you, I can picture it!" Keith was hard pressed on this endeavor, and Pico wasn't one to sway him from attaining his goals. Shoulders lifting, as a blush coated his pale neck, highlighting the light freckles that were visible just above his turtleneck. His ears glowed the same color, as he gripped his left shoulder.
"I'd like that... A lot..." He spoke quietly, giving a genuine smile up at the eager male next to him.
Keith's heart soared, as he saw that incredible smile grace his company once again. It made him so elated to watch someone he considers a friend to experience happiness like that. It wasn't such a big deal to him, he was sure he could find a Claire's or some other small place in the mall to get a piercing. Such a small thing could bring out so much without any words. He almost couldn't wait for his birthday to see what it would bring. Keith could almost picture the smaller male with earrings. He would look so... Green eyes darted away, focusing on the television as another shot of red dabbed at his cheeks. "O-Of course, now lets get back to the game, huh?"
Without another word said, Pico completed his character customization and they started up their farm. The boys begun the game with no experience at all with the game-play style, but still attempted to give it a shot. Keith went off exploring, while the smaller males OCD got the better of him and he started to clear out the atrocity that is their farm. Weeding, smashing boulders, chopping wood and trees. Pico stayed put in their territory as he spent all of his energy in clearing what he could. Keith brought back some foliage to sell from the forested regions surrounding their home.
As boring as the game looked, both boys had a lot of fun playing. The jobs were endless as the game had multiple ways of attaining goals. Pico wanted to make sure he took care of the crops and farmland. Keith braved the dungeons of the mines. "Oh shit-shit-shit! I'm gonna die! NO! Aww!" The blue boy tried his best to fend off a hoard of 'slimes' that attacked him in the dungeon. He should have left when he had the chance, but he was getting greedy.
Pico stopped his watering to look over at the others screen, a chuckle escaping his throat. "I said not to go down another level..." He warned, as he watched the others screen darken. His game-play was paused until the day was ended by the character who was still alive. During their game, Pico found that he really enjoyed the new chips Keith had picked out for him. A couple of hours into the game-play and both he and the taller male were taking turns reaching into the bag to grab at one. They were nearly completely gone, only a few larger pieces left for the taking. They forgot to bring any napkins, so their fingers were already starting to coat, terribly, in the dust from the chips. Keith didn't care to dirty his controllers, but Pico was more mindful, making sure to tilt his fingers at an angle to prevent them from touching the joy-pad.
"I had a bit more energy left and I wanted to find some diamonds! Dammit!" Keith pouted, dropping the controller in his lap, trying to make an excuse for his actions. He sighed, as he reached over to grab another chip without looking. What he didn't expect was to touch another hand that was also reaching in.
Both Pico and Keith paused and pulled their hands away, looking at each other before tossing their glances in the opposite directions. "S-Sorry!" They both stated aloud, each pertaining a blush that matched the color of their dusted fingertips.
Keith was the first one to look back, now upset at himself. He noticed the other male pull the back of his hand into his own view of curiosity. Green eyes noticed that he got some of his dusting on the back of the others palm. "O-Oh, Dude, sorry about that. I'll go and get a-." Keith paused, and swallowed thickly. His eyes widened in amazement, unable to look away, as a red-tinted tongue darted out to lick away the chip dusting on his hand.
Those emerald eyes followed like a trance, as Pico was focused on the task of cleaning himself, not even perplexed in the slightest. His work continued, as he moved from licking to placing his hand up to his lips to try and pull as much flavor as he could out of the pale skin. Keith was certain that he was as red as before when his mother made that joke about keeping the door open, but he couldn't say or do anything. His eyes were locked onto that working mouth as he seemed to move on from the back of his hands to his fingers.
A rigid heat started to curl into his stomach uncomfortably. Sadly, this feeling wasn't new to Keith and he knew what his body was saying. He still wouldn't dare move or say a word as the scene became even worse for the blue-haired boy. The flexing muscle from Pico's mouth began to lick each individual digit. With each stroke of the tips of the fingers, that pearl gaze would close before opening once more to go over the status of each digit.
When each and every digit on his left hand licked, he stuck a few of them into his mouth to suck out some more of the flavor that lay on his skin. Even with most of the dusting removed, his fingers were stained a dark red color. Keith could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as he breathing sped exponentially. He felt like he was running the mile in gym class, but he was sitting still.
Eventually, Pico deemed his hands as clean as they could be, to the dismay of an unknown viewer. He licked his lips to savor some more of the dusting that was still visible to his senses. These chips would probably be a favorite for him. Unfazed white irises glanced over at the other male in curiosity at Keith's mid-sentence stop. Lowering his hands to his sweater turtleneck shirt to rub off some of his saliva. He tilted his head a little and raised an orange brow at the others condition. He was so red in the face that he nearly looked sunburned in the middle of winter. "Is there... Something wrong, Keith...?" He asked softly, not knowing how to address the other.
That helped snapped Keith out of his stupor, as he shut his eyes harshly and opened them with disbelief. "I-I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!" He practically yelled, completely startling the smaller male, as he shifted back from the boom in his voice. Those white eyes widened in shock as he saw Keith jump off the bed and jet out of the room like Satan was biting at his heels, the door slamming shut on his way out.
Pico stared at the closed door that Keith just sprinted out of. Was it something he said? Did he do something that made the other uncomfortable? Maybe he just really needed to use the restroom. He's never seen the taller male act like that before. His self-consciousness ate away at him a bit, making his anxiety go up. His shoulders raised to his ears at the guilt that he may have done something wrong.
A frown decorated his face, as he looked down at his controller in his lap. Taking another glance up at the door, he heard nothing from the other side while he sat there quietly. Sighing, Pico decided to un-pause the game and continue to water their crops so that he could make it to the end of the day in preparation for Keith's return so he can play again. After his character visits the hospital and takes a good chunk of their hard-earned money away for medical bills. And for some of his characters belongings to go missing in the process of his rescue from the dungeon.
Keith did actually go to the restroom. A few doors down from his own, he quickly ran in and shut the door behind him. The taller male pressed his back to the wooden door, as he reached up towards the knob to give the lock a quick turn. Sliding down to the floor, Keith shoved his hands to his face at his own stupidity. That stirring heat was still sitting in his abdomen at the thought of what he witnessed before. It wasn't unfamiliar, as he has been through puberty already. He was just so confused at how he was feeling this way when he was looking at a guy.
He growled at himself, and moved his hands out of the way only to see that he was actually half-erect. His eyes widened in horror as he looked down at pants. It was almost visible, as he pushed his hand down on himself as if to magically make himself flaccid in an instant. "What the fuck is wrong with me...!" He used his other hand to facepalm himself, using his blunt nails to scratch at his cheeks to hopefully rip himself out of his body's response. He was praying to any and all Gods above that Pico didn't see him like this as he sprinted out of the room.
Keith stood up abruptly, knowing one of two ways he could get rid of this irritation. Reaching up, he turned the sink on the coldest setting possible and let it run. He always hated taking cold showers to deal with his morning wood when he would get them. He has never had to deal with a sporadic erection out of the blue like this before. Of course he has masturbated before, he is a teenage boy after all, but he always brought those upon himself from fantasies with girls.
He was terrified to even try to rub one out right now. Scared of what thoughts his mind would conjure up while he was jerking himself off. Green eyes shut and he shook his head, opening them again to look at the cold water that still came from the faucet. He took off his shirt and tossed it to the side, to prevent it from getting wet. He didn't want Pico to be suspicious if he came back soaking.
He placed his hands to cup the icy water, a hiss already leaving his lips as he leaned down to toss the freezing liquid on his face. He couldn't hold back a groan in frustration, as he could feel that heat starting to cool down the moment the water hit his tinted skin. He kept going, splash after splash of the cupped water. He felt like he was drowning with the amount of water being tossed onto him. After the fifth or sixty splash, Keith stood up straight as he curled his spine, leaning back.
Getting rid of an erection like that was never easy, and he flinched terribly at the feeling of emptiness that settled in his stomach. It was unsettling, and had his body reeling from the freezing water dripping onto his chest and rolling down his torso. Taking a deep breath in and stuttering it out in an empty sigh, he gave himself a once over and noticed that he was flaccid once more. Nothing showing through his pants like before.
An unsatisfied groan left his throat, as he reached out to turn off the water. Keith turned towards where the spare towels are and grabbed one to dry himself off. Luckily, that cold water did the trick with not only his 'problem' but his face wasn't as red as before. He was still pinked, but he cropped that up to the cold water forcing his face to become irritated and making him blush to keep warm. His hair was wet at the front, where it poked through his cap that he still didn't remove through this escapade.
He folded the towel back up, and returned it to where he found it. Going back to grab at his shirt, he tossed it over his head and fixated it to look as neat as possible on his now frigid frame. His heart ached at the confusion of his brain at that action. It felt wrong and he couldn't understand why. Giving another heartbroken sigh, he reached over to flush the toilet to make sure that if anyone was overhearing, and make his escape in the bathroom believable.
Looking over himself once more, just to be sure, Keith unlocked the door and peeked out. Luckily, Pico didn't follow him out of the room, and no one heard him sprinting across the hall. He looked over at his room, the door still shut from when he slammed it behind him on the way out. He had to face his fears eventually. The blue boy couldn't leave his guest alone that he had invited for this upcoming sleepover.
Pico managed to finish the day, and now was waiting for Keith to return from the restroom. His head rested in his stained palm, elbow resting on his knee. He was in there for a little longer than normal and hoped that he wasn't sick. Maybe the chips wasn't a good idea to be snacking on before his dinner. He debated on whether or not to follow him and see if he was ok. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long as he heard the distinctive creaking of the entrance to the room.
Pearl eyes widened as he lifted his head from his hand and looked over at the taller male. He looked flustered, and he could tell that his hair was a little damp from whatever he did in the bathroom. "I-Is everything... Okay, Keith?" He asked out of complete concern, still unsure what could have had him sprinting off like that to begin with.
Keith gave a small smile and laughed a little to lighten the anxiety that was clear from the redhead. "Yeah, man! I-I just had to take a major piss! Sorry about that!" He lied through his teeth, and raised a hand to the back of his neck for his signature stance of nervousness once more. Looking over at those incredible eyes, he could tell that Pico didn't fully believe him. Those orange brows curled up in concern, and his frown deepened.
Even though it was his room, Keith felt like a stranger as he walked as casually as he could back around the bed to his spot from before. He climbed onto the mattress, and cuddled back under the heated blanket from before. Now it felt comforting since he was rather cold. Those near white eyes never left his figure as they followed him the entire way. He was getting suspicious. He had to have known something else was up. Keith decided to create a further distraction "Oh, hey! You finished the day? Sorry about dying like that, let's keep playing!"
Pico's eyes lowered to his own controller, as he felt that insecurity begin to seep into his mind. "...Are you mad at me?" He asked softly, unable to look up into the other eyes afraid of what he may find.
Keith paused the game as soon as he heard that soft deep voice echo in his ear. His own emeralds widening as he jerked his head towards the other. "What!? No way, Dude! I'm not mad at you at all!" He reassured focusing his attention to the look of pure dejection sitting next to him. That didn't seem to have worked, as Pico raised his hand to his familiar shoulder. That normal stance showing off his emotions clearly.
"Pico... Look at me, please?"
The said male seemed to have perked up a little at that request. Blinking, he moved his head to face the other slowly, locking those incredibly... beautiful... eyes at him. Keith felt his heart stab with that familiar feeling once again. "I'm not mad at you... I'd never be... Okay?"
Pico glanced down to the side a bit before locking again with Keith's intense stare. This time he was definitely telling the truth. He wasn't upset with him at all, but something was still bothering him. It was clear that he didn't want to discuss it or he would have spouted something about it. A small smile lit up his face, as he nodded softly. "Okay... Thank you..."
A dark blush stained right back onto Keith's cheeks as he blinked at the other male. He tried to hide it with a smile of his own, but it was difficult when his heart was doing flips into his stomach.
This sleepover was going to be much more difficult to go through than he initially thought.
:O Poor Keith! {:3
Such a denial of feelings I see here~...
Don't worry, my darlings, it will get much worse for him as day turns to night.
If one couldn't already tell, I decided to make this a three part. I haven't even gotten to the sleepover yet! X3
Uhg, someone put me out of my misery~... These two will be the death of me.
As always, my dears, a comment is always welcome.
Thanks~3