A continuation of "And Everybody Knows The Truth!"
I actually really liked this one-shot.
- Lucid <3
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Strong hands held my frame as I stared up into milky white eyes. They reminded me of beautiful pearls reflecting my vision as they stared into mine. A picture of love was all that could describe us right now. Here, there was no wrong or right, no religious beliefs, no hatred or support. It was just us, together in the space our feelings created. Stars glistened over us, as we stood in the embrace of each other, passion running through our orange and blue veins. Perfection called for our kiss, the universe willed our souls. We'd be in bliss together in this never-ending reverie. No one to hold us back, and no need to leave the side of one another. Could there be anything else?
'Kiss..' a thought aligned in my head, I was sure Pico heard it too. His eyes quivered as we got closer, acting on urges that came from us. Had this been too much? I didn't care if it was, we knew what we wanted. A love stronger than anything compelled our very atoms to be drawn together. Would we.. actually kiss? I feel his hands press my back, moving to my hips. He grasped them with a firm handle, pushing his lips against mine like a gust of wind. A soft touch upon them and I kissed back deeply. God, this is intoxicating! I wanted him to take all of me, keep me to himself. We parted, much to my own surprise but the air around us was sparkling.
"Keith, God. I fucking love you." He spoke and the heavenly tone nearly made me melt. One of his hands moved up to my cheek to caress my face. "Sweetheart." He called to me, and I just stared in a daze, all of this was so much. My heart pounded like it was going to burst out. "Yes?" I responded, feeling my head go dizzy as I did. His effect on me was wild and visceral. "Wake up." He said, firm and loud. It was jarring. What did he mean-
"Get up!" I heard a voice nearly screech and my eyes shot open. I scanned the room to see my mom looking at me with a moody face. "Mom?" I say, a bit confused and she just shakes her head. "I tried to wake you up an hour and a half ago, you have school in 30 minutes. Get ready or you're walking." She states, rolling her eyes at my confusion and walking out the room. I internally panicked because what the fuck? That was all a dream? I hate it here! I hate it here! I wished it was reality and now I have to finish dressing and getting myself to school in 30 minutes? Fuck this, this is why I can't have anything nice!
I hopped out of bed and rushed around my room like an idiot trying to get everything and just about anything I needed. I shoved things in my bag while trying to pull a shirt over my head along with pants on me. All the while, I couldn't stop thinking about that dream, how it felt so real. How I wanted it to be real. These dreams have been happening since last week when that fight occurred. I really needed to figure out these feelings, they're fucking with my head. No, not even the feelings. Pico fucked with my head. I frowned at the thought and finally finished putting on my clothes, grabbing a few more papers and books stuffing them in my bag along with my school laptop.
The drive to school was awkward, my mom was a bit moody that I hadn't gotten up on time and she kept asking what was wrong. I kept saying nothing but she obviously didn't believe me. All this while a pit of worry was forming in my stomach. I swallowed my doubt and insecurities harshly because spitters are quitters. When we pulled up, she was reluctant to let me go, now seeing that there seriously was other issues than me over sleeping. Yet, I just got out and walked off.
As I made my way around I walked all over the school, taking every route to avoid him. I just couldn't see him after that dream. I wish I could say it was the first one, but it wasn't. Last week, that incident where he got punched in the chest, changed everything. He acted closer to me, more awkward moments of conversation, and overall a sense of tension in the air between us. While we pretended to both know the truth steadfast, the rumors get larger. Honestly? I was starting to understand where they came from.
We both had little moments where we'd be seen together hand in hand, his hand brushed my thigh accidentally once, and a guy pushed me onto him for god's sake! I wanted to deny it wholeheartedly but it was time to face the facts. None of this is normal anymore, close friends don't feel heat flashes when they "accidentally" touch. I could see clearly, but I wasn't sure what his vision held. Part of me believed he felt it to, his strange behavior could be a clue. Some of the things he's been doing just set off sparks. I breathed in, continuing on my way and moving swiftly through crowds of school kids.
I wasn't sure if I even wanted to stay at school, I considered the thought of ditching but it wasn't worth it. With how Pico's been acting since that last accident, he'd only get upset if I bailed on him. He never once left me alone anymore unless I forced him to, he texted me more often. I wrote it off originally as a fear of losing me as a close friend, but the look in his eyes when he does all this shit says something else. Whatever was going on, I've decided that I'm not ready to deal with it. Tough shit for him, because I'm not doing this today. Especially not after that dream.
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I hated this, Lunch was awkward as hell with Darnell and Nene, and not because of them trying to pry into me and Keith's relationship. Rather, it was the fact that he was missing. Him not being by my side prompted assholes to come over to me and ask questions like "Where's your fuck-toy?" And the only reason that I didn't get sent to the office was Nene getting up and slapping the guy away from our table. She's a real one for that, and I couldn't appreciate her more. Afterwards, Darnell brought up that something could've happened to him and that put me in more of a panic than I wanted to admit.
I wanted to search for him but I had class, while I never really cared about going before I didn't want to possibly go searching when he could be there. I decided to just go, hope he was there. I walked into the room with the hardest glare, knowing that something was wrong. As I made my way to our desks, I saw him on the other side of the room. He was sat by one of his lesser friends, Sen-something. I felt my muscles clench at the sight because what the actual fuck? First I don't see him for the first whole half of the day, he skips lunch, and now he's sitting in a different seat next to that prick? I was gonna get violent.
I sat down at my desk and took out my phone, mindlessly trying to distract from what felt like betrayal. Was he upset at me? I know this last week has been odd with our interactions but he could've just talked to me. With that thought, the teacher started class. "Okay, We're gonna be reviewing for the physics test next week, so let's go through some of the basics we learned from this unit." The teacher instructed as everyone pulled out their materials. I pulled out things trying to work but I couldn't help but look at him every few minutes and a few times we caught each other staring. This simply confused me more, if he wanted to stare at me, he could've just sat next to me.
Sen looked over to me at one point and smiled deviously, as if he knew something I didn't. He probably did as him and Keith have probably been whispering all period since it started. Though, I ignored them. I'd beat him later for that. I drifted into silence as the teacher spoke, I didn't know how to pay attention at this point. I averted my gaze from Keith, until he asked to go to the bathroom. I held myself in my seat, careful to not follow as much as I wanted to. It would look wrong if I did, but I'm not sure if had it in me to care now. I just wanted to know what I did to deserve this.
Time passed and I felt my heart frantically trying to escape from my chest. It wanted to chase after him, to ask him what was really going on. Though, I ignored for as long as I could. A whole 15 minutes of torture later and my nerves were on an all time high. I wanted to go after him, see him. I sighed and went on with class until the teacher called out to me. "Pico, Go get Keith. He's either skipping or incompetent." The teacher spoke to me and it was embarrassing. People gave me looks but I got up anyways. Didn't have time for these losers cracking jokes.
I briskly walked to the closest bathroom, there was not a soul in the hallway. I checked around for any signs of skipping but I didn't see him anywhere. I finally reached the bathroom and peered in. It was a complete desert in here. I stepped in and closed the door behind me, hearing a few sounds of movement but seeing nothing. I stalked my way in and looked at the stalls, all doors open but one, yet no feet to be seen from under the gap. I sighed.
"Keith, You can't be serious right now. What the fuck is up with you?"
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As I ponder my friendship, I'm currently hiding. From who you ask? My very own best friend! Well, was he even a friend anymore? That hug last week felt sensual, the words were so vague and raw. I really had no clue about anything regarding our relationship anymore. I'm at my limit with dealing with Pico's antics of expressing his... admiration for me without admitting what he truly wants to say. The glances we exchanged through class only proved my point.
It was my fault, I shouldn't have sat with Senpai, but he said I should just to see Pico's reaction. If I knew he'd act like that, I'd have spared myself the trouble. The anger was apparent and I was dealing with enough, trying to hide from it in the bathroom. I decided to avoid him, just a little until the warm feelings in my stomach settled. Unfortunately, the hiding place I picked was accessible to him. The cons of having a same sex relationship! I pressed my knees to my chest in attempt to hide my feet from under the bathroom stall door. Maybe Pico would just go away and think I had already left? I was trying to stay away at this point, it was not worth risking seeing him. I don't think my mental state could handle it anymore.
"Keith, You can't be seriously avoiding me like this." Pico called out into the bathroom again and anxiety ran down my spine in a flash of heat. 'God, Lord, whatever is up there please make him leave.' I begged in my head, staying very quiet. Pico huffed and I heard the steps that indicated him walking around. His breathing was the only sound that filled the room, as I made sure earlier no one else was in this bathroom. I chose a deserted one to cry in, but I can't cry if he's here!
"You literally should be here, you asked to go about 15 minutes ago. The teacher is gonna bitch about you skipping." He pointed out, speaking into the room, exactly sure of which stall I was in. Worse thing, he was right. I didn't want to get a phone call home, but I'd have an easier time excusing my skipping as opposed to telling him how I feel. I reach up and make sure the stall door is locked.
"Fine. Whatever, if you're really wanna stay here then okay." He said finally, I watched his sneakers disappear from view of the stall and waited until steps could no longer be heard. He was gone, and I had successfully evaded him once more. Not that I was proud, it just meant I had more time to prepare to have that talk with him. Part of me worried about how mad he'd be, but the thought didn't bring me out of hiding.
I felt relief wash over me. My eyes scanned the floor for a minute before I pressed my feet to the ground. I sighed quietly in the empty bathroom, pressing my hands against the door and trying to stabilize myself and my feelings too. I was a mess and he knew that. Even worse? He knows where my house is. What if he shows up? Just how long could I avoid him? I felt my lip quiver, just wanting to cry. I pushed open the door carefully so it didn't creak. I rubbed my jacket sleeves over my eyes, feeling fresh forming tears.
I checked around the bathroom with clear eyes, but felt a bit of shock when I saw Pico casually leaning on a corner wall. He purposefully picked a place I wouldn't see his feet! It felt evil. I gave him a stare that said everything, how frustrated I was by this whole situation. He gazed back, it was a look that proved his feelings. I sighed, taking a stance to lean against one of the sinks. He came closer but I only took a step back. I know last week, I remember thinking about it. If anything was going to happen, it'd happen on it's own time. Yet, Did that time have to be now?
"You gonna talk, or should I?"
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The air was heavy between the two boys as time ticked past. Neither of them were completely sure of their feelings or what was going but both of them were sure of one thing. They needed to talk or it'd destroy them. Keith took a deep breath and stared the older boy in the eyes, as if it was a test of his courage. "You talk." He said, a firm handle on his few words and determined to see this through. He knew he couldn't run anymore even if he wanted to. Silence consumed once again but Pico refused to let this conversation go by quietly.
"Where were you? Why were you sitting with him?" Pico asked both questions with quick succession and not a pause in between. Keith sighed, seeing the other's questions as possessive but fair. "First off, you're not my boyfriend." Keith said it, taking a pause to let it sink in, then he continued. "Second, I woke up and was almost late, so I just went through school halfway tired. I sat with Sen just because I knew you'd be mad at me for skipping lunch." He excused himself, feeling shy now that he's said it out loud. Pico stared for a moment, believing him but still annoyed. "Regardless. We need to be honest with ourselves at this point. I don't wanna lose you over this. So I'll come right out and say it." He said, a bit softer.
"I... like you. As more than just a friend." Pico confessed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Keith just about blushed every color of the rainbow before he responded. He toyed with his fingers and avoided eye contact for a bit as the silence set in. This was Keith's chance... so why was he so shy? He took a deep breath, bringing his attention back to his closest friend in front of him.
"I've felt the same. It got more intense last week, and now I'm having dreams." He admitted, feeling shy for even saying it out loud. Both boys stared at each other, Pico was noticeably stunned by what Keith had said. He never expected him to feel the same. "Is that why you've been acting this way? Because you like me?" The ginger asked and Keith scoffed. "You weren't any better. You've been so overprotective this week, it was concerning." He told the taller friend, feeling a weight lift off him. "Look, I'm sorry. Alright? I didn't mean to be all over you, I couldn't help it. You've been there for me, you really get me, and it's hard to not want you." He spoke sincerely coming closer to Keith, who accepted the loss of space.
"I wish you would've just told me. You've been fucking with my head all week and today was the worst of it. All this week, I've been confused if you wanted me or if I was sexualizing our relationship." Keith's fidgeting had died down by now, he focused on the face of his crush. Much to his surprise, Pico smirked while giving a chuckle. "You thought about me that much?" He asked, very smug that his best friend wanted him too, just as badly as he wanted him too. "Is that all you got from that?" The other one asked, a bit flushed from this interaction. Pico shook his head, "No, No. I heard you, I'm telling you now. I want you, this is real, you're not dreaming it." He said in such a tone you'd think this man was delusional.
Keith huffs out a sigh and decides that this is enough for right now. Their feelings were out in the open and now the tension wasn't strangling the both of them, and that's what mattered. They could figure out the rest of this later. No matter how bad Keith wanted to keep on this subject and go in depth about Pico's behavior, time just didn't allow for it. Pico seemed content anyways, so it should be fine to leave it here temporarily. Both boys came to a docile conclusion, they would speak about this after school. It was non-negotiable, neither of them could back out of this relationship.
"Come on. Let's go back to class before we get detention." Pico says softly to him, grabbing the blue boy's hand, much to his surprise, and leads him out the bathroom back to their class. Keith took a deep breath as Pico opened the door, knowing that this was never going to be forgotten by their classmates. The ginger opened the door to the room with a face that basically says 'Don't fuck with me.' and slightly tinged pink ears. With him? He was pulling a very shy and red faced Keith into the classroom, trailing behind him due to the second hand embarrassment of the entire situation. Everyone could see that something had happened and there was definitely something, interesting about how they were acting together. Keith was released from Pico's grasp and walked over to his temporary seat next to Senpai.
"Nice of you to join us again, Keith." The teacher paused to say to him, looking him dead in the eyes. Keith refused to meet their eyes and just nodded with a mumbled apology. He looked as if he was going to sit down but he didn't. He shoved all his stuff into his bag and slung it over his shoulders. He walked over to his normal seat next to Pico and dropped down his bag, sitting down without another word. He hung his head, hiding his blush as the teacher kept on going with their lesson. Whispers however could be heard throughout the classroom. This was suspicious and odd to everyone there and it looked a bit, what's the word? Gay. It looked very gay to everyone around.
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School had finally let out and both boys had decided to go to Pico's home. His parents wouldn't be there due to work and the house would be all to them. Keith couldn't say it was the best idea, but an absolute brazen idea? That it was. Pico had a grip on his hand like he wouldn't let go even if the other boy begged, to which he didn't blame him. He did try to run away once, and with the nerves in his stomach? He might try a second time. He didn't want to chicken out but all he could see was everything little thing that could go wrong, that could separate them for each other. Pico on the other hand was ecstatic. His crush and him were going to be alone? Keith had better put a collar on him because he was going to be acting like a dog for his love and affection. There was so many things he wanted to do.
Pico led Keith into the bedroom and the other made no attempt to run. With a steady grasp of their hands, Keith was pulled in while Pico stood in front of the door. Keith looked around at the state of the Ginger's room, finding it a lot cleaner than usual. He could guess what the sudden change was. He wandered over to the bed, sitting the edge of it. The ginger locked the door behind himself and pressed his back against it, staring at his shorter lover. He was eager, if give the chance, he'd pounce. Pico stood up, coming closer to him. Keith fidgeted with his hands, unsure of how to proceed through this conversation. Someone had to say something. "Keith, we got a lot of things to ask each other about. Don't hold back." He said, firm but with love behind his tone. Keith knew he was right, worried but with a certain sense of resolve he had for this.
"Yeah. Let's just talk." His words shy, yet confident and true to the feeling. He wasn't going to close off his heart anymore, not to someone who's begging him to share it. "Then I'll ask first. how long have you known? Like, about your feelings for me?" Wow. Keith couldn't believe how direct he was being, straight to the point. No foreplay. Pico had never planned on being too gentle with this, he'd keep it at a medium so Keith could process but nothing more. He needed answers just as badly as his, lover? He wasn't sure what to call him at this point.
Pico watched as the smaller boy squirmed and sighed, mulling over telling the truth in his answer. He trusted him though, Keith had no reason to lie, nor did he lie often. "I think it's been this way since last week, maybe a bit before it? It's just that I used to pretend it didn't exist. It was just this week where everything got very intense." His answer was soft and smooth, satisfaction dripped off his tongue and into Pico's soul without a second thought. He was right earlier, his lover wanted him that badly. Keith was feeling wired, nerve-wrecked from the sensations of letting out all this pent of passion.
This always seemed easier in those cheesy romance books his mom read, Keith had a lack of experience of this stuff. Especially not with a guy, but he was trying his best, that's what mattered. It didn't fall on deaf ears either, Pico heard his answer and felt loved, felt ecstatic they had both been so enamored. It was a sweet moment. Was. Keith spoke up, he wanted to get something off his chest, something he'd been dreaming about since this whole mess started. It'd sound ridiculous to Pico, he knew that, but he wanted to ask anyways as it was plaguing his dreams.
"Why did you immediately jump to being possessive? I'm not an object, you know that." Keith asked, feeling a bit bad for phrasing in that way, but that's what it was. Pico seemed a bit caught off guard, nonetheless he responded. "Like I said, wasn't on purpose. I love you, knowing how all those people treat us at school already, it was more of a protection thing. Not an 'I own you thing', at least to me." Keith nodded in time, not fully satisfied yet he didn't press any further. He trusted Pico, if he said it was a protection thing, than that's what it was. Pico studied his reaction with a keen , hoping he hadn't upset him by not having a concrete answer for his behavior.
"So? You've been having dreams?" Pico asked, giving a small smirk. Keith was not pleased, he felt the blood rush within him quickly to his cheeks. Was he really standing his crush's room, about to talk about the dream he had of him this morning? No! He really didn't want to. Pico on the other hand was super curious, he couldn't help but imagine the things Keith dreamed. Pico could see the hesitation on the smaller male's face. Keith wasn't ready to share something so personal and it was making him really shy. Pico understood, but just found it really cute. "I'll tell you about mine, but you have to tell me about yours. Deal?" Pico asked, hoping the other would relax a bit.
"Sure- Wait. Are you admitting to having dreams about me, Pico?" Keith asked, caught off guard by the implication of his lover. Pico looked at him as if he was ridiculous for asking, of course he had dreams about him! "What? You thought you were the only one?" He asked, teasing Keith who felt a bit better knowing about this. Keith nodded, "Yeah. I thought I was ruining our friendship." He confided and the Ginger just shook his head in disagreement. "If there's anything that would be ruined, it'd be you after I did everything in those dreams." Pico flirted with him boasting about it. The pair stood, gazing into each other's eyes.
"That's enough! I get it. I get it." Keith spoke up, visibly flustered by all of this inherently sexual talk. He wasn't naive and he knew what Pico's dreams were about, and he probably knew how wet they were too. Regardless, he did not need to have that in his head while he's trying to rationalize his relationship with his, crush? Lover? He wasn't sure at this very moment. Pico took a certain type of pleasure in watching him squirm in a soft, shy way. It was endearing that his partner was so clean-minded. "What? Were yours worse than mine?" He teased and the other simply rolled his eyes at the taunt. "Not even close. We only danced around a bit and kissed." He informed him, feeling a lot less embarrassed about his dreams in comparison.
"That's so adorable." Pico commented immediately, finding it cutesy. He came a bit closer to Keith, wanting to be closer to the person he had feelings for. Keith didn't back away though, he was nervous but a bit bold. He reached out with shaky hands and grabbed Pico's hand, holding it close in act of affection. The other nearly felt his heart explode from the contact. This boy was the one, sweet and kind as he always had been. Pico was never one for having softer personalities in his life, but he'd make that special exception for him. Pico slowly, without any sudden movements, placed his free hand firm on Keith's waist.
"Keith, Can I kiss you?" Pico asked, holding his waist a bit tighter. Keith was staring deep into his white, grayish eyes. He knew this was a possibility but when faced with the actual question? He wasn't sure how to respond. Did they just kiss and that made them official? What di this mean for this? This was a point of no return, there would be no more friendship for them if the kissed. Yet, a relationship? It sounded so good to him, heavenly to be a relationship with Pico, who cared this much. Pico spoke up once more, faltering a bit. "You don't have to, just tell me no." Pico reminded him, giving him all the freedom in the world to make his own choices. He was sincere and their comfort was his priority.
"I don't wanna say no." Keith said, haphazardly in response to the man standing over him, holding him close. Pico moved towards the smaller, only to be met with soft lips on his. The warming sensation was passionate and pulsating against each other. A moment passes yet they don't separate as they enjoy each other's contact, lips locked in a dance that is too good to care about anything else. Keith pulls away first, shy and turning his head away in a bit of surprise. Pico watches his partner's reserved nature with lustful eyes. He reached out for Keith's hand holding it close.
Keith's head spiraled with so many thoughts but the firm touch of Pico's hand on his brought him back. He looked up at the man he just kissed, the man he loved. The reassurance was kind and gentle, they were in love with each other. "Keith?" Pico asked with a voice that felt like it was embracing him. "Pico?" He asked back, letting his name fall off his tongue in an instant. "I need you." He spoke, pressing his lips to Keith's again, lightly just brushing against his. "I wanna be yours." Keith replied, another passionate kiss ensues. Nothing could keep them apart, they needed this, wanted this.
"Then let's make this official." Pico spoke against the other's lips, his other hand going to grasp Keith's waist firmly. The roaming hands pushed Keith back on the bed, Pico getting on the bed with him. Both of them flushed and having brazen thoughts, neither of them could help it. Keith finds himself pinned back on the bed, Pico over top of him in a domineering manner. "Gentle." Keith mentions, not saying more than that, knowing Pico would understand. Pico smirked, a bit taken back by how accepting he was of this, but it only made him want more. "Always." He promised.
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Never doing this again. Don't ask, there's not gonna be more. No smut today sorry, just a tease.
- Lucid <3