Keith blushed. "U-Uhm-" He cleared his throat. "Come on, let's get you to one of the guest rooms. I'll rent one for you for tonight, okay?" He stood up, ignoring the previous question.
Lance pouted, his eyes glistening. "Knew I wasn' good 'nough. Nah, ull sleep 'ere. " He burrowed his head into his arms and sat forward.
Keith frowned. "No, no, trust me, I'd-" He blushed, giggling at himself quietly. "I-I'd love to take you upstairs and stay with you, but you're wasted, love..." He ran a hand through Lance's hair.
Lance seemed to purr at Keith running his hand through his hair and nodded. "'Kay. Maybe when ah wake up, Keefy? "
Keith chuckled. "You have to get up first, silly. Come on..."
Lance sat up a little more and clutched his head. "'Bye, Matt~" He cooed and wiggled his fingers. He tried to stand and fell on his ass with a yelp.
Keith laughed softly and pulled Lance up, looking at Matt. "Sorry. Bye." He looked at Lance and started to walk toward the stairs. Matt waved and started cleaning a shot glass.
Lance followed after him, stumbling on even ground and mumbling to himself about his head hurting. He caught up with Keith and whined, "Keeefffff, I'm hornyyyyyyyy!!!"
Keith blushed and took Lance's arm to steady him. "You're drunk is what you are."
Lance frowned at him and started hanging on him with his whole body weight. "Keeeeefffff! Fuckkkk meeeeeee! "
Keith yelped, almost losing balance but keeping Lance up. "You're going to regret this in the morning... "
Lance looked at Keith with big innocent eyes and said, "Regret what, Keefy? Ya fuckin' me? Nah, not gonna regret it~"
Keith was as red as a tomato when they reached the door to the bedroom. "I-I didn't say I would... "
Lance pouted. "Why nooooooot? "
Keith sighed, opening the door. "Because you're drunk as hell."
Lance pouted harder and let go of Keith, stumbling into the room and flopping onto the bed. He groaned into the sheets, "Em so loneleh~"
Keith chuckled. "Oh shush." He stepped in and shut the door behind him. "You're not gonna like sleeping like that, it'll be uncomfortable in the morning... "
Lance mumbled something unintelligible into the blankets. "Mmmmffgffmm! "
Keith walked closer. "What?"
Lance lifted up a little and said quietly, "Why won' ya fuck me? Why does it matter if uhm drunk? Uhm 'ust us ugly drunk er not drunk, so what us the difference? "
Keith frowned. "I-I won't fuck you because you're wasted. I don't want to take advantage of you and even if it's good, you won't remember it in the morning..." He sat on the edge of the bed.
Lance fell back face first back onto the bed and mumbled something else, but it faded into silence. Then Lance snored loud enough to wake the dead.
Keith chuckled and smiled softly, looking Lance up and down with a light blush, eyes resting on his legs. He hummed and stood to walk to the end of the bed and start taking off Lance's leg.
Lance stirred slightly, but fell back asleep, his head turning to the side so he could breathe better.
Keith took it off carefully, leaning it against the bed side table and looking back up at Lance with a giggle.
Lance was deeply asleep, his body limp with exhaustion. He suddenly mumbled, "Keith... " and rolled slightly.
Keith blushed, sitting on the edge of the bed again and ran a hand through Lance's hair.
Lance smiled in his sleep and mumbled Keith's name again before falling so deeply asleep no words got through.
Keith smiled and leaned to kiss the top of Lance's head, debating on whether to leave or not.
Lance suddenly reached forward and grabbed Keiths arm. "Stay... " He whispered, more asleep than awake. "Please stay.... Have to... Stay.... " He fell back asleep, his head drooping onto the bed.
Keith blinked a few times and gulped, soon sitting back down and sighing, slipping off his shoes.
Lance was fast asleep, his breathing even and deep.
Keith bit his lip before slipping the covers over Lance and laying down next to him.
Lance snuggled closer to Keith's warm body, wrapping an arm around him. He settled deeply into sleep once more.
Keith closed his eyes, holding Lance closer and sighing softly, smiling.

--time skip courtesy of QuirkinessBear--

Lance woke up in the morning with a pounding headache. "Fuckkkkkk! " He sat up, then fell back down with a feeling of nausea. He saw Keith and thought, 'What the fuck HAPPENED?! Did we...? '
He rubbed his temples and tried to remember as he looked down at Keith.
Keith yawned and blinked his eyes open, blushing. "Uh, hi?"
Lance knew he probably looked ridiculous with his hands on his head and his eyes wide, and his face was probably pale since he was hungover. That's usually what happened when he drank too much: he got pale and couldn't remember anything. "Did we...? " He couldn't finish his thought, because on the one hand he wished it were true, but he didn't want to admit he forgot if they did.
"Hm?" Keith made a confused face before his eyes widened. "Oh! Uh, n-no. Nothing happened. I promise." He smiled softly.
Lance sighed and fell face first onto the bed. He didn't even put out his hands to cushion it. "God. I hate when I get drunk, I hate hangovers, and I hate when people take advantage of me when I'm like that. So... " He peeked up at him. "Thanks for not... doing that? "
Keith nodded. "No problem. Although..." He smirked. "You did seem to want me to, a lot..." He teased.
Lance groaned and buried his face in the blankets. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I came on to you? Ugh, I'm so sorry! "
Another thing that happened when he was drunk: he got extremely horny.
Keith chuckled. "It's, fine, it was kinda cute~" He was still smirking.
Lance sat up and rubbed his head. "Fuck, I feel like shit. " He looked at Keith. "How many was I able to drink this time? My record is four. "
"You drank four, I think. I drank six shots of tequila and wasn't even as wasted as you." Keith chuckled a little.
Lance laughed a little sadly. "Yeah, I can't hold my alcohol worth a shit. Probably shoulda said that, hunh? "
Keith looked at him fondly. "Probably. Or at least said no when I asked you to take shots with me... "
Lance smirked. "I'm competitive as hell. I won't back down to that kind of challenge. " He made a face. "Even though I always lose drinking games. "
Keith chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."
Lance looked at him and his face softened a little. "So.... Would you have fucked me if I were sober? "
Keith blushed darkly. "I-I- dunno-" He shrugged, looking away. "Uh- M-Maybe?..."
Lance rubbed his temples to clear his headache. He smirked a little. "So yes. If I weren't so fucking hungover, I might make you do something to prove it."
Keith bit his lip. "R-Really?"
Lance nodded and fell backward into the bed. He groaned and closed his eyes. "Wanna sleeeeeeeeeep... "
"I'll get you some water..." Keith stood up, forgetting that he slipped his jeans off when he got too hot last night and blushing.
Lance nodded without looking up. "Sure, sure, you do that. " He closed his eyes tighter and fought his headache fiercely.
Keith cleared his throat and walked into the bathroom to get one of the medium sized disposable cups and filling it with water before coming back, glancing around the room for his pants.
Lance sat up with his eyes still closed. He groaned. "Keef, my eyes hurt! I dont wanna live anymore! Kill me! "
Keith chuckled, handing him the water and seeing his pants, grabbing them to slip them on.
Lance opened his eyes and gasped at Keith, taking the water from him. "Taking your pants off in bed! How unladylike! You know better, princess!
Keith laughed, blushing lightly. "I'm sorry that it was so hot last night that I had to."
Lance huffed and drank his water. "You also forgot to roll up my pants leg after you took off my leg. Now my pants are just hanging there with nothing in them, dipwad. "
Keith frowned. "I had six shots of tequila."
Lance sighed and set the water on the nightstand. "Fair enough. Just a reminder for next time we sleep in bed together~" He winked.
Keith blushed. "Sh-Shut up.."
Lance smirked and laid back on the bed. "So. Can we go at some point? " He sighs. "I want to, but I also can't reach my leg. "
"Nope. I've taken you captive. You are my prisoner." Keith said loudly.
Lance groaned and flopped around. "I WILL yell for Matt. And he's gonna save me and I'll ride home with him. Dont think I won't. "
"How do you know Matt and I aren't working together?"
Lance huffed and glared at him. Then his face softened and he looked at Keith with pleading, innocent eyes. "Please, sweetheart? I want you to let me go, please? "
Keith blushed lightly. "Hm... I'll think about it."
Lance whimpered and tried to crawl towards him. Then he said the thing Keith least expected. "I'll let you top~"