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took a while to do, but really happy with the finished product!
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Introducing our first guest!
☄️ @/kldumpst3r will be contributing as cover & comic artist ☄️
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“Keith, kiss me.”
Keith wants to punch Lance in the face. Both of them know he doesn’t have the courage to— especially when Lance looks so good basking in the sunlight, almost like he’s a star himself— so he settles for a small slap to the cheek.
Lance chuckles, wiping droplets of beer from his lips. “C’mon, baby, we both know you want it,” he takes another swig, this time from Keith’s bottle, “Will it help if I say that I want it too?”
Keith swallows the spit collecting in his mouth, watching Lance’s eyes slowly drift to his Adam’s apple. His knuckles go white from squeezing too hard and trying to keep his composure straight (as if he was ever straight in the first place) as beads of sweat are forming at his hairline and slowly dripping down his face— just like the beer on Lance’s lips— his cheeks start to get undeniably warm, and Keith will bet on his father’s gravestone plus 20 dollars that it’s not from the alcohol coursing through his veins.
This whole idea was stupid. Why is he even staring at Lance’s lips?
It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Well, nothing except the bet.
He can’t afford to lose the bet.
Keith is trapped in an internal conflict between himself and the not-so-appropriate thoughts that are ravaging his mind and (unfortunately) causing his body to react in not-so-normal ways, and the room is draped in a blanket of silence for a minute.
That minute-long streak of silence is broken when Lance promptly sits up, couch creaking beneath him, and looks Keith dead in the eyes without a single bit of hesitation.
“If you’re going to go ahead and be a coward,” he speaks, slurring half his words, “I’m gonna kiss you myself.”
Lance pushes him against the wall. Keith’s head is spinning and he’s not sure if he can take anymore of Lance as a whole ‘cause damn the things that he is doing to him: for the last thirty minutes, he has been following each and every one of Lance’s orders, only occasionally outright refusing to carry out a task; has been treating him nicely every single time it’s his turn to order him around; has listened to every single one of his ramblings; has fetched food for him every time he asked and so much more examples of uncharacteristically submissive behavior that Keith wonders if he has finally gone crazy.
His pondering is cut short when he realizes that he hasn’t gone crazy, it’s just that Lance is a persuasive fucking moron.
A moron that he wants to kiss.
He leaps forward and connects their lips.
15 seconds into the kiss, Keith registers the fact that he has lost the bet.
To be frank, he couldn’t give less shits about it. It never was a bet in the first place; just some stupid words that when in the order Lance had put them in, became something to rile both of them up to the point that they would end up making out.
They’re both so fucking stupid: Lance for even proposing the idea, and himself for blindly following along. Keith couldn’t be happier.
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Our second guest!
🪐 @shmeemin will be contributing as a merch artist 🪐
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