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-{<Both POV>}-
“¡Lance! Tu amigo estará aquí pronto, ¿ya estás listo?” [Lance! Your friend will be here soon, are you ready?] Lance’s mom yelled from downstairs.
“¡ Sí, mamá!” [Yes, mom!] Lance yelled back, zipping up his overnight bag. He didn’t bother to put much effort into his outfit, just a pair of his favourite stretchy jeans that made his legs look good and a faded Pokémon t-shirt that made his slim muscles pop.
Okay, maybe he tried a little bit. Maybe he wanted to look good on purpose. Sue him.
Except don’t because he’s broke so that wouldn’t be nice.
As Lance came downstairs, the doorbell rang. Lance made direct eye contact with Veronica who wiggled her eyebrows before racing to answer the door while Lance scrambled after her.
“So Mr. Kogane, what are your intentions with my baby brother?” Veronica asked, before even completely getting the door open.
“To treat him right and become his boyfriend- wait, who are you?” Keith responded automatically, before pausing to actually think. Lance’s cheeks lit up at his response.
Veronica cooed, “Ooh~ I like this one. My name is Veronica Serrano McClain, nice to meet you officially Keith, Lance talks about you all the time-“
Lance slapped a hand over her mouth, ignoring her lick to his palm in lieu of talking to Keith, “Hey, Mullet head! I’ve got all my stuff packed and ready to go! Let me just say bye to my mamá , you can come inside if you want.”
Keith nodded and stepped into the hallway, Veronica closed the door behind him, now free from Lance’s grip and she yelled out, ignoring his wince, “¡Mamá, mamá! ¡Está aquí el novio de Lance!” [Mom, mom! Lance's boyfriend is here!]
He hissed at her, “¡No es mi novio, Veronica!” [He's not my boyfriend, Veronica!]
His mamá however, didn’t seem to care, “Hola , Keith, come right on in. Lance, ven a presentarme a tu amigo.” [Hello, Keith, come right on in. Lance, come introduce me to your friend.]
Lance rolled his eyes and grabbed Keith’s hand, dragging him into the kitchen where his mamá was making dinner, “Mamá, él es Keith. Keith, this is my mamá . She’s the one making the garlic knots.” [Mom, this is Keith.]
His mamá smiled, “It’s a family recipe, nice to meet you, Keith. You can call me Rosa.”
“Okay, Ms. Serrano McClain,” Keith replied and Lance rolled his eyes again. His mamá however, chuckled.
“We’ll get there eventually. Lance, ¿has empaquete la cartera?” [Lance, are you all packed?]
“Sí, mamá,” he whined, “I’ve packed everything, I made a list just like you said. I even…” Lance switched to Spanish to avoid telling Keith, “Hasta empaqué mi maquillaje. ¿Podemos irnos ya?” [Yes, mom... I even packed my makeup. Can we go now?]
“Yes, yes, don’t let me keep you, have a great time Hijo . Say hi to Hunk for me!” his mamá said, placing a sloppy kiss to his forehead. Lance squirmed out of her hold while Keith laughed silently. He nodded and picked up the old backpack he set on the stairs, swinging it over his shoulders and walking with Keith out the door.
“So, Keith. Where are we going to pick up snacks?” Lance asked as Keith walked over to a motorcycle that Lance hadn’t seen on the street before. He connected the dots and gasped overdramatically before Keith got to reply, “ Ohmygosh, you have a motorcycle ?!”
Keith smiled wide and nodded, taking an extra helmet out of the storage compartment under the seat, “Yep. Helps the whole bad boy shtick, don’t you think?” Lance smiled at that, and walked forward, his heart beating with anxiety and excitement. He’d never ridden on a motorcycle before…
Oh no, mamá’s going to kill me.
“This is your helmet,” Keith said, placing a black one in Lance’s hands. Then, he opened the storage again, “Here, pass me your bag, I’ll store it under the seat.”
Lance shucked his bag off and tossed it to Keith, who placed it in the compartment. Meanwhile, Lance attempted to put the helmet on.
Keith noticed his struggle and chuckled approaching him, “Here, let me?” Lance nodded and handed him the helmet, Keith stepped closer to him (closer than was probably necessary, jeez personal space much?) and placed the helmet firmly over Lance’s head until it fits snugly. Keith stayed for a while and eventually his eyebrows narrowed, causing Lance to snicker internally. He probably realized he can’t kiss me like this now. Sucks to suck, Keith- wait, why am I thinking about kissing him?!
Together, they headed over to the bike, Keith straddling it immediately, placing his helmet on while Lance hesitated.
“I think now’s probably a good time to mention,” Lance started, voice slightly muffled by the helmet, “That I’ve actually never ridden on a motorcycle before soooo…”
“Oh,” Keith said, short, sweet, and… surprised? Geez, who did Keith think Lance was? A motorcycle maniac? Never in a million years. “Okay, uh, just sit down behind me and put your arms around my waist.”
Lance complied, “Like this?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Keith’s waist snugly. Wow, those are muscles .
Keith paused for a while. “Keith?” Lance asked, only to be met with harsh coughing from the mulleted biker.
“Uh y-yeah. That’s ah, good,” he responded, and Lance could have sworn he noticed a bright red flush on Keith’s neck, contrasting with his dark helmet and a darker leather jacket.
“ Keith~” Lance teased, trying not to laugh, “Is something the matter, papi?” WHAT AM I DOING??!!
If possible, Keith’s neck got even redder and his voice actually cracked when he spoke, “L-Lance!” He took a pause before he spoke again, his voice low and serious. “Please don’t tease me, Lance, you know how I feel about you. I don’t want to push anything on you, but all I can think of is kissing you right now.”
Would that really be so bad? Kissing me? Lance thought unconsciously. “Right, right. I’m sorry,” he apologized and loosened his grip. Keith didn’t reply, instead, revving the engine and pulling away from Lance’s house. They sat in silence for the entire ride, and Lance only spoke again when Keith threatened to pay for all the snacks they got, despite the amount being over $20.
-<To Keith's House...>-
Lance barely got the chance to marvel at the sheer size of Keith’s house because the other boy was quickly moving inside, carrying Lance’s bag and snacks with him. He had to run a little to catch up with the other boys brisk steps, barely managing to get his helmet off by himself. Keith rang the doorbell and opened the door, he showed Lance where he could put his shoes while Lance gaped at the fancy interior of his house, then the two of them were headed upstairs.
“I thought you said your mom would be here?” Lance asked while they were climbing the swirling staircase.
Keith nodded, “She is, she’s just working in the Den. I can introduce you guys later if you’d like?”
He smiled, “Of course! Now, let me show you how far I’ve gotten in Breath of the Wild…”
The two of them talked for a while, the incident with the motorcycle was long forgotten. While Lance was listening to Keith ramble about a band he liked, his gaze drifted over to land on a suspicious-looking white sheet that was covering a large board. Lance got up from the bed and walked over to it, no longer paying attention.
“Hey, Keith?” he started, waiting until Keith noticed he was being spoken to, “What’s this?”
Keith looked over and his eyes went wide, “T-that’s nothing, just a project for another class!”
Lance raised an eyebrow, “I thought you skipped all your classes?”
The other boy let out a nervous chuckle, “Doesn’t mean I don’t do the work! Why do you think I’m still in your grade?”
He shrugged, “Honestly? I kinda just thought your parents paid off the school.”
“That’s… fair I guess, but it’s not true. My mom doesn’t believe in shortcuts, and although I skip class a lot, I do all of the work anyway.”
Lance hummed, “So, what class is it for?”
Keith flushed a little, “Uhh… History.”
He ignored the stuttering, “Oh, cool. Who do you have for History? I have Professor Coran, and he’s awesome!”
The other boy chuckled a little, “I know. I went to your class once, remember? Anyway, I think I have Professor Kythylian Mu.”
“Ohh! I know that guy! He’s super scary, but he and Coran are like BFF’s! Sometimes when he rambles he ends up telling us about all these crazy adventures the two of them went on like this one time where...” Lance launched into a rant about one of Coran’s stories while Keith internally sighed with relief.
That was a little too close for comfort. Maybe we should move this to the basement.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door as his mom opened up. “Keith, a van just pulled into our driveway, I think your other friends are here. What were their names again? 1?”
Keith got up from where he’d been sitting on the bed, “Oh, Pidge and Hunk. Yeah, I’ll let them in.”
As he walked past her into the hallway, she turned to Lance. “My name is Krolia Kogane, you are… Lance, correct?”
He nodded, “Nice to meet you Ms. Kogane.” They shook hands and she winked at him.
“I actually do know the names of your friends, I just wanted to tease Keith a little bit,” she said with a smile. When Lance looked confused, she elaborated, “I’m sure you are well aware that my son has a crush on you, yes? Well, he called me at work once, awfully distressed saying that he ‘forgot the names of his crush's best friends.’ mentioning that he called them ‘Paige and Hank’ instead of Pidge and Hunk. Very amusing if you ask me.”
Lance laughed a little, “Oh, yeah. I remember that. I guess it’s easy to get confused when you don’t know them personally but I mean… they aren’t common names and he knows literally everything else about me. It was pretty funny though.”
She nodded, and then her gaze hardened a little, “Look, Lance. I know you're not inclined to accept my son’s affections for you and I certainly am not going to force you to. I think it was very kind for you to keep your friendship, though I just have to ask you to do something for me, okay?” she asked, and continued when Lance nodded, “Please be gentle with him. He hasn’t felt this strongly for… well… anyone before. As his mother, I just don’t want to see him hurt.”
He gaped for a bit and then nodded, “Yeah… yeah of course. I’d never hurt Keith, I wouldn’t lead him on either.”
Krolia smiled and placed a calloused hand on his shoulder, “You’re a good boy, Lance. I’m glad my son has found happiness with you.” She turned to leave, “It was nice meeting you.”
“Ah, you too Ms. Kogane!” Lance replied quickly, seeing Keith, Hunk, and Pidge chatting together while they made their way up the stairs.
“Okay, you can put your bags in here for now, but we’ll be setting up in the basement,” Keith said as they walked in.
“Aww, noo, I wanna see what cool stuff you have in your room!” Hunk whined. Eventually, his eyes darted over to the covered-up corkboard. “Hey what’s this-”
Keith yanked his sleeve away and basically corralled everyone out of his room just as Hunk was about to remove the sheet and uncover Keith’s history project. Personally, Lance couldn’t see why it was such a big deal but whatever.
They made their way downstairs and the trio soon discovered that they would much rather be in the basement than Keith’s room.
“Woah! This place is like teenager heaven!” Hunk said, moving to inspect the large flatscreen Keith had hooked up to all kinds of consoles.
“Dude, even I don’t have this many video games, how’d you even get all this stuff?” Pidge asked while flipping through a couple. Her eyes widened and she held up a super rare copy of Air Raid for Lance to see. They both gaped at each other before Lance went over to see what other games Keith had.
“How’d you get all this stuff anyway?” Lance asked, blanching when he noticed all the Super Mario Bros games Keith had lined up. I can’t believe he literally let me explain the Underground Theme to him! Ohmygod I must have looked like an idiot!
“Oh… well… My mom isn’t around a lot, and she feels bad about it so she usually gets me a lot of video games so I can ‘keep myself occupied,’” he said, using air quotes. Then he walked over to kneel next to Lance and Pidge. “Some of these are in different languages too, from when she went on business trips. Look, this is a copy of Akane the Kunoichi from when she traveled to Italy for a meeting with Olkarion Tech . She gave me this a while ago before she knew I was…” he trailed off, nervously glancing at Pidge and Hunk. Lance gave him a thumbs up, realizing what he was about to say and Keith cleared his throat. “Before she knew I was Gay.”
“You’re Gay? Dude, that’s awesome! I’m Pan!” Hunk said, smiling brightly. Keith’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Really?”
Pidge smirked, “Yeah. I mean, I already knew you were Gay, but just so you know, I’m Aro/Ace.”
Lance smiled. “And I’m Bi,” he said as nonchalantly as possible, meanwhile Keith’s head whipped around so fast that Hunk nearly shit himself.
“You’re BI??!!” he asked, and when Lance nodded he blurted out, “Then why aren’t we dating yet?!”
He felt his face flush as Pidge and Hunk laughed in the background, but Keith’s attention was focused on Lance and only Lance. “Uh… well… I haven’t developed feelings for you, right?” (lies. Lance thought Keith was adorable and couldn’t wait to be asked out by him) Plus, it wasn’t one of my Happy Days, so you can’t ask me out yet!” He paused for a bit, then asked, “Wait, I thought you knew? Why would I invite you to ask me out if I was straight?”
Keith lowered his gaze and pouted, “I thought you were too sweet to give me a proper rejection...” he mumbled.
“Aww, Keith. C’mere,” Lance cooed, wrapping the boy in a tight hug. Soon enough, they were joined by Hunk and Pidge.
“Thank you… for, you know, accepting me and shit. It means a lot,” Keith said, and Lance beamed.
“No problem, dude! Now, let’s play some video games!” Lance cheered.
Pidge’s smile turned into an evil smirk, “I know, let’s play Mario Kart .”
Lance’s eyes lit up with determination, “Hell yeah! You’re going down, Mullet!”
Keith scoffed, “In your dreams, Lance.”
-<To the Sleepover...>-
After Keith had ordered a Pizza, they all sat down in his room to play some sleepover games. Most of which he didn’t understand.
After a game called Never Have I Ever , Pidge broke out the big guns. “Hey, let’s play Truth or Dare. ”
Hunk and Lance were reluctant to agree, but Keith was game. “Sure, why not,” he agreed.
After some whining from Lance, and some anxious complaining from Hunk, they finally agreed and Pidge smirked.
“Alright, Lance. Truth or Dare,” she started.
Lance looked frightened for a moment, before hesitantly answering, “Truth.”
Her smirk grew, “Where did you get your new Zelda game?”
“Oh, uhh, that was Keith, actually. He gave me the game… and the console.”
“Woah, what?” Hunk blanched, “Dude, that’s so nice of you!”
Keith flushed a little, “It wasn’t a big deal-”
“No, man. It totally was, I was super thrilled to have gotten it, thank you,” Lance said, smiling softly, and Keith’s poor gay heart jumped for joy.
“It’s no… you’re welcome,” he answered instead.
They sat in silence for a bit before Lance spoke up, “Okay, Hunk! Truth or Dare?”
Hunk thought about it for a while, “Truth,” he finally decided, and Pidge groaned.
“ Booooring, ” she said, and Lance delivered a swift slap to her arm.
“Okay, Hunky. What’s the deal with you and Shay, huh?”
Hunk blushed, and Keith picked up on it, “Oh, does Hunk have a crush on someone?”
Lance nodded, “Yup, her name is Shay, she wants to be a Geologist one day, and she’s the sweetest thing ever! Her and Hunk would be a dream couple if he would just man up and ask her out already!”
Keith stored that tidbit of information away, before asking, “Shay? As in, Shay Balmera? I’ve chatted with her a couple of times, she seems nice.”
Pidge scoffed, “Nice is an understatement. Shay, just like our beautiful Hunky over here, practically radiates sunshine. She’d be an actual Angel, if Angel’s were interested in Geodes and could bench press Me, Hunk, and Lance’s weight combined. ”
He was impressed, “Wow. I mean, that’s no surprise for Lance, since he weighs about the same as a toothpick, but that’s still very impressive.”
“Hey!” Lance protested, “I totally have muscles!”
Oh, I don’t doubt that. “Uh-huh. Sure you do,” Keith teased.
“I’ll prove it! Look!” he yelled, pulling up his shirt.
Oh fuck. Abort. Abort. Abort. Keith.exe has stopped working.
Keith stared at Lance’s stomach with wide eyes and studied his lean tan muscles. His chest was lightly splattered with the same cinnamon-Esque freckles as his nose and cheeks, and he had a small birthmark at the jut of his hip bone. A couple of beauty spots and small moles decorated his chest too, reminding Keith of stars he could connect to constellations. He could feel himself getting steadily warmer the longer he stared, and all the competitiveness drained out of Lance’s body with a realization.
“Ugh, great going, Lance. You broke Keith,” Pidge groaned and Lance pulled down his shirt.
“I didn’t mean too!” Lance yelled, a light blush on his cheeks as well.
Hunk crawled over to where Keith was staring unseeingly at Lance, “Keith? Buddy? You still in there?” he asked carefully.
Rebooting. Rebooting. Rebooting. Keith.exe is back online. Welcome back, Keith.
Keith blinked a few times before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it, causing the three other teens to flinch.
“Keith?! Are you okay?” Lance asked, jumping up. Keith peered from around the pillow and then abruptly threw it at Lance.
“Asshole! Why do you have to look so hot, you’re supposed to be cute only !” he shouted, grabbing another pillow from the bed to chase after Lance.
“Hey! That’s not my fault, and who are you to limit my attractiveness?!” Lance screeched back, grabbing the pillow that Keith tossed at him and meeting him halfway.
Soon enough, Hunk and Pidge joined in as well, until all four of them were lying in a laughing heap on Keith’s floor. They were interrupted when Krolia knocked on the door and entered.
“Hey, guys. I hope you’re having a good time. I’m just letting you know that I’m heading to bed now, I suggest you should as well if you don’t want to feel tired tomorrow.”
They all nodded and said their respective goodnights, despite all knowing they wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.
“There’s a bathroom downstairs to change if you need to, there’s also one up here and one in my room. I’m going to use that one, so you guys can take the others,” Keith said, leaving the decision of who goes where up to them. He then left to go to his bedroom, leaving the rest of the guests in the hallway.
“I’ll take the one downstairs,” Hunk offered.
Pidge nodded, “I’ve already been to the one up here, so I’ll take that one.”
Unknowingly, Lance agreed. Only realizing his issue later on. He hastily knocked on the door down the hallway that he saw Pidge disappear into, “Wait! Pidge, where am I supposed to change?”
“I don’t know? Figure it out! Why not just wait ‘till one of us leaves or something?!” she called from behind the door.
Lance pouted and stomped over into Keith’s room, making sure his unhappiness could be heard by Pidge from beyond the door. His footsteps quieted as he approached Keith’s room.
He’ll probably be done the soonest, right? I mean, he was in there before we decided where to go…
As Lance waited on Keith’s bed, his eyes were drawn to the same board that was covered with a sheet from earlier. Something told him that it wasn’t just a simple History project. Curiosity getting the better of him, he grasped a corner of the sheet and pulled it down, soaking up the content that was hidden beneath it.
Ah-hah! I knew it! This isn’t a History project, it’s a… what the heck is this thing?
Studying the board further, he saw a Calendar with dates that looked strikingly familiar, multiple sticky notes with many beaches, amusement parks, and restaurants listed on them, and an entire other sheet dedicated to small gift ideas and flower meanings.
“What…”
“ LANCE!”
Lance whipped around at the sound of his name, coming face-to-face with a very flustered Keith.
“It’s not what it looks like!” said a frantic Keith.
“Dude, I don’t even know what it’s supposed to look like!” Lance responded, looking back and forth between the two. “What the heck even is this thing?”
“It’s uh… a History project?”
Lance shook his head, “Nuh-uh, nice try dude, but no history projects I’ve heard of need a list of upcoming movies in the Romantic Comedy genre. Explain, now.”
Keith gave him a meek look, which startled him a little at the prospect of the hardy delinquent looking so… scared. “Do I have to?”
He narrowed his eyebrows, “Yes.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “They’re date ideas. For you.”
Lance felt his eyes nearly bug out of his skull, “Me?!”
The delinquent swallowed audibly, “Yeah… ever since you mentioned that I wasn’t allowed to ask you on dates on anything but your Happy Days… I asked Pidge for a Calendar of them… and then planned out some options.”
“Keith! You can’t just- ugh, you- you can’t ask Pidge! That- that’s… CHEATING!” Lance sputtered.
“Is it? You never said I couldn’t ask them…” Keith replied sheepishly.
“Uhh, yes, I did. Rule number 4 stated that you had to keep all indications that you were in love with me away from Pidge and Hunk. Which includes asking for my Happy Day Calendar so you can ask me out!”
Keith scoffed, “Actually, she confronted me about it, so technically it’s not cheating. Plus, I’m pretty sure both of them have figured it out already anyway…”
Lance stopped for a moment, taking in Keith’s sheepish demeanor and then looking back to the board. The more he studied it, the more fine details he was able to make out. It was kind of… endearing how badly Keith wanted this to go well.
“Look, Lance, I-“ Keith started.
“Okay.”
“...What?”
Lance turned to him, smiling, “I said okay. I’ll go on a date with you, dork.”
He could have sworn he saw tears building up in Keith’s eyes. “Really?” the other boy asked.
“Yeah, even I have to admit, you are obscenely dedicated.”
Keith smiled shakily, his eyes filled with adoration. “Only for you,” he replied, “Only ever for you.”
Lance blushed. “Sap…” he muttered, punching Keith in the shoulder. Keith barely flinched, which was unfair, but instead continued to look at Lance with a soft smile.
“Thank you,” he muttered.
The other boy looked puzzled and tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. Damn it Kogane, stop being adorable! That’s my job!
“Why are you thanking me, I’m the one who should be thanking you. ”
He shrugged, turning to the board, “I dunno, for still putting up with me after I rejected you and basically made sure you and I would never be together. Which, really didn’t make me look all that great, you probably thought that was a bit harsh…”
Keith shook his head, “I never expected anything from you, Lance. I was actually surprised you still wanted to be my friend even after all I said. Which is why I should be thanking you for giving me a second chance.”
“Yeah, but…” Lance took another glance at the board, soaking in all the fine details, really appreciating the dedication Keith put into each individual plan as if he expected to be rejected over and over. The thought broke Lance’s heart a bit, he knew as soon as he had established that rule he’d never be able to say no to the other boy. Especially if Keith looked at him with the adoration he was now. “You put so much thought into all of this… if I didn’t know the extent of how you felt about me,” he chuckled, “I’d think I was unworthy of all this effort.”
He smiled, wide and honest, “Heck, if this is what you’re willing to do to get me on a first date, imagine once we actually start dating! Oh, gosh, Valentine's day with you is going to be the best! And my birthday too… did you know the reason I have a Happy Day on February 15th is because of all the sales on chocolate the stores have? I’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend attend shopping with me before so it could be a super fun date idea-” he suddenly noticed how stock still the other boy was standing. “Keith? Are you okay? Was it something I said?” he said, nervously.
Oh gosh, has he messed this up already? What if Keith doesn’t want to date him that long? What if Keith hates chocolate! What if Keith mysteriously disappears on a mission to Pluto’s moon and never returns but actually he just hi-tailed it away from Lance’s crazy post-Valentine's day plans and decided to live in the mountains of Iceland as a sheepherder? What if-
His internal monologue was cut off by Keith’s head shooting forward and pressing a bruising kiss to Lance’s lips. Lance struggled to breathe for a while until Keith re-gained awareness of the situation and pulled back, his Indigo eyes wide.
“Oh, fuck. Lance, I’m so sorry… I should have asked before I did that! It’s just, you were rambling and I was listening, because I love hearing you ramble and I love your voice in general, and you said you wanted to keep me around for Valentine's day, and you called me your boyfriend involuntarily and my mind kind of shut down for a bit, but I’m back!” he finished awkwardly, slightly out of breath, “... I don’t suppose I could kiss you again? Properly, this time?”
If Lance grinned any wider, his entire face would split open. Ew, gross. Let’s not think about that.
“Yeah! Yeah. Sorry, I’m just,” he took a deep breath and looked at Keith, “Nervous, I guess. That was kind of my first kiss, and I thought I scared you away with my rambling.”
Keith stepped closer, eyes impossibly soft, “I don’t think anything you do could scare me away.”
Lance blushed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, right. What makes you so sure of that?”
He smirked, “That’s because you’re not scary.”
“Rude!” Lance gasped, “I can totally be scary! Just ask Hunk, he saw me while I was doing my face routine once and he almost smacked me with a towel!”
“Mmmm.. no, that wouldn’t scare me.”
“Uhh… I’m pretty sure it would, Mullet head.”
“No, it wouldn’t. Wanna know why?” Keith asked, the smirk never wavering.
“...why?” Lance asked, skeptically.
“Because you’re too cute to be scary!” the other boy said, smirk transforming into a smile as he booped Lance softly on the nose.
Lance pouted, “No….”
“Yesss….” Keith teased, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s waist.
“Shut up, Mullet head...”
“Okay, then can I kiss you instead?”
Lance pursed his lips into an exaggerated pout.“I guess ,” he sighed dramatically, closing his eyes and waiting for Keith to initiate the kiss.
He heard the other boy chuckle fondly from closed eyes before he felt chapped lips being pressed softly into his own. He melted slightly, enjoying the feeling of the contact. Keith’s lips were rough in some places, and soft in others, like he’d bitten the chapped skin off while he was nervous. Lance’s hands fluttered a bit, uncertain before he carefully placed one hand on Keith’s hip and another into the inky hair surrounding his nape.
Wow, that is soft… Lance thought, gently petting Keith’s hair to avoid pulling on any knots or tangles and interrupting the kiss. He didn’t want it to end so soon, but he was running out of air.
He pulled back a little, inhaling to make up for lost breath. As he did so, Keith peppered his face with gentle little kisses, whispering sweet nothings as if Lance was a precious being he was afraid to let go of.
Like the sticky note, he remembered fondly, afraid that if he touches it or let’s go, it’ll fade forever.
“I still can’t believe this isn’t a dream,” Keith whispered, pressing his lips to Lance’s cheeks repeatedly. As if he was trying to kiss all of the faint freckles that existed there.
“And I still can’t believe Hunk and Pidge haven’t come barging in on us yet,” Lance muttered sardonically, leaning into Keith even more (as if they weren’t completely pressed together already).
“Cut us some slack, man. We didn’t want to interrupt you guys,” a muffled voice answered from Keith’s bedroom door, causing both boys to flinch back from each other’s embrace. Both missed the solid contact immediately but pursued anyway.
“Hunk… Pidge… are you guys behind the door?” Lance asked, tentatively.
There was a long pause before, “Noooo… ow, Pidge!”
“Damnit, Hunk! Ugh, Yes, we’re out here,” Pidge answered back, the other voice assumed to be Hunks. After their position was revealed, they came out from behind the door and entered Keith’s room.
“Sorry, Lance, we just didn’t want to interrupt you guys. You’re so cute together!” Hunk explained, Pidge scoffed at him.
“Speak for yourself, I was getting blackmail material,” she said, holding up her phone.
Keith’s eyes widened and he made to launch for her phone, but Lance put a hand on his shoulder to hold him back.
“Don’t bother, Keith. Just give in. She’s probably already made a dozen copies and saved it to external devices.”
The other boy pouted, and shot a look a Pidge but nodded anyway. “Now,” Lance continued, “If you would excuse me, I have to get into my pajamas.”
Pidge rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, we all know that’s a code word for making out with Keith again.”
Lance sputtered and Keith flushed, heavily, “I wasn’t- we weren’t- making out it was just a kiss!”
“Suuure, suuure. I believe you. Come on, Hunk. Let's set up our sleeping bags downstairs.”
“Have fun, use protection!” Hunk called, laughing as the two left the room again.
“...I do actually have to get changed though,” Lance said, rubbing his neck which felt uncomfortably hot.
Keith coughed into his fist, “You know… it’s actually warmer up here than it is downstairs. I actually wanna get some sleep tonight, would you be up for…” he trailed off, gathering his confidence, “Sleeping in here tonight?”
Lance blinked, processing, before he blushed all the way to his ears, “ KEITH, we just kissed?! What are you insinuating?!”
Keith looked confused and mildly alarmed, “Uhh, cuddling? What did you think?”
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Oh thank everything, I thought you took Hunk’s comment about protection seriously.”
This time, it was Keith’s turn to blush, “ WHAT?”, he spoke, voice cracking and Lance winced, “No! No, I just- no. Sorry, nothing against you it’s just… I’m not that kind of guy… I don’t want to go there right now.”
“Right now?! ” Lance screeched.
“LET’S CHANGE THE SUBJECT,” Keith shouted desperately, “Don’t you still have to get changed? You do, here, use my bathroom and hurry up. I don’t Pidge and Hunk to get any... ideas .”
Lance flushed and nodded, scooping up his overnight bag and rushing into Keith’s bathroom. Once he locked the door (force of habit, being in a big house will do that), he looked at himself in the mirror. His lips were a little red from the kiss, and his blush extended all the way from the tips of his ears to the nape of his neck, it even ran down his chest a bit. He took a deep breath and sighed wistfully, before smiling to himself and squishing his cheeks.
I can’t wait to do that again.