Lance and Keith watch Suicide Squad together and argue about the best character. "Deadshot was all like oh my god I'm so cool I can aim like a sharpshooter.." Lance argues with Keith, "No Katana was the best, she had a sword that trapped the souls of the people she killed in it and she's a samurai, aaaaand she has a sad backstory." (If you don't know the characters look them up bc I think they suit Lance and Keith lol) Keith argued. They both laughed it off. They talked for a while until it was already 1 am. "Hey Lance, I don't really have pajamas so can I borrow some?" Keith asked Lance. "Oh, yeah sure." Lance said blushing as he picked an outfit with a black tank top and blue plaid pants. Keith went into the bathroom and changed and as he walked out Lance said, "Were both guys, why couldn't you change around me?" Lance asked him. "Uhh.. well I-" he said as Lance grabbed his arm to find cuts on each wrist. Lance looked sad. "K-Keith.." Lance said shakily. Keith had tears streaming down his face. Lance looked up to see Keith clenching his jaw, crying. Keith falls to the ground and Lance kneels down and hugs him. "H-Help me." Keith whispers. "Keith... Please don't do it anymore...." Lance whispers in his ear half crying. Keith moved away and grabs his black jeans he was wearing before he changed. He dug a small blade out of his pocket. Keith sat it on Lances dresser. "Don't let me use it." Keith says looking into Lances beautiful ocean colored eyes. Lance nods. "Lets sleep..." Lance says to Keith. He nods and wipes the tears away. "I'll just uhh... sleep on the floor here." Keith says to Lance pointing to the carpet. "Okay here's a pillow and two blankets." Lance says handing them to him. Lance shuts off the lamp and whispers, "'Night Keith." "Night Lance.." he whispers back. An hour passed and Keith can't sleep. He's shifting around from each side. He gives up and sits up. He looks at Lance. He's asleep. He's adorable. Oh no he's cute. Keith thinks to himself. Lance opens his eyes and Keith jumps back. "Uhh- I-I'm -I was just-" Keith studders to find a sentence. "Come up here you lost puppy." Lance says patting the bed. He's adorable. Lance thinks to himself. It's only a twin bed so they're very close. Lance and Keith turn to face each other. Keith's face turns a bright red as he turns the other direction. A couple minutes later he turns to see Lance asleep. He turns away and closes his eyes. He feels a pair of hands wrap around his waist. He jumps a little and he hears quiet laughing. He turns to see Lance holding him by his waist. "Heh, you do look like a lost puppy." Lance says looking at Keith. "Just shut it and go to sleep lover boy." Keith says laughing. "Alright." Lance says pulling him closer so they're both cuddling.