13: "Like a bunch of toy prisoners!"

Keith's POV:

Keith didn't know how to feel. He sure had been surprised when he felt Lance's lips on his. He'd known he was gay. And he didn't have much of a problem with it. But he'd never really kissed a guy before. This was new for him. And....he liked it. It was warm, wet, passionate. He'd been slowly falling for Lance, he'll admit it. And it wasn't long before Lance pinned him to the wall, causing Keith to flush deeply, and pull back for air. Lance's face was the color of his bright red jacket. The two stared at each other for a minute, caught up in the beauty of each other. "I've....erm, I've gotta go!" Lance said, running out quickly, leaving Keith there to comprehend what had just happened.

Lance's POV:

Why did you do that?! Keith probably doesn't even like you back! And you just kissed him like that! What's wrong with you?! He thought to himself, rushing down the halls, trying to compose himself. This....I need time to process this. But if he doesn't like me, then why would he kiss me back? Does he like me? He knocked on the classroom door. A student let him in, and he took his seat, holding his face in his hands. Hunk leaned in closer. "Hey, man, are you feeling OK? You look, uh, a little red." Lance shook his head, and whispered in his best friend's ear, "Not now, I'll tell you on the way home, ok?" Hunk frowned, eyes full of concern, but nodded, and went back to listening to the teacher. Lance couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened, however.