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-{<Both~ POV>}-
Lance, as it turns out, is a very affectionate boyfriend.
Because that’s what they are now, boyfriends.
The thought makes Keith smile softly as he walks to class. He’s been doing that lately, actually attending his classes. He won’t lie, it’s hilarious to see the eyes of his teachers' bug out of their skulls as he claims a random seat at the front. He can feel several pairs of eyes watching, several mouths whispering about him. Nobody ever asks for their seat back, he doesn’t think they have the courage to. Not that he minds, but still.
Lance has started walking him to class every day, just to make sure he attends. Sure, Keith can ask for a Bathroom break and then leave, but he doesn’t want to disappoint Lance, who dotes on him day and night and constantly nags at him asking ‘Did you do your homework?’ . His reward and retribution method works similarly to Adam’s, where Keith receives a hug or a kiss whenever he completes a task fully (or at least tries his best), and doesn’t get any affection when he fails to.
It’s sufficient to say it works perfectly, much as it does on Shiro.
Today, Keith is excited, because it’s September 20th, and Lance and he are about to go out on their first official date. He was lucky, Lance had lifted his Happy Day rule for him, and they decide to go tonight, due to them both finding out they had a quiz to study for on Tuesday. Despite already changing their relationship status and calling each other their boyfriend, they still haven’t gone on a proper date yet. Sure, there have been hangouts, and study periods, and sometimes they’ll hang out together at the small park down the street from Lance’s house, but those don’t count. At least, not to them.
Keith can’t lie, he’s really excited to spoil Lance. Thankfully, the other boy has lifted the ‘Nothing over $20’ rule, so Keith can spend as much as he wants on him.
He smiles to himself, tuning out the lecture Ms. Dyak is serving. He already gets all his academic help from Adam, Shiro, and now Lance, Hunk, and Pidge. He doesn’t really need to pay attention. Plus, he’s already read the book she’s rambling about, East of Eden . It’s interesting but very long. He often gets committed to books and tends to hyperfocus and read through them entirely before he realizes that he’s done so. The rest of his class, it’s safe to say, has not finished the book, considering Dyak prefers to read it to them out loud like they’re in Kindergarten and not High School Seniors about to graduate and go to College.
His phone buzzes, and he’s shocked for a moment before remembering Lance and Hunk have study hall today for History, so he whips out his phone to check his messages.
Lance 💙
okay niiiiiiiiggghhhhht babe~ 💕💗💖💘💞💖💗[10:51 PM]
Goodnight, Lance :) ❤️ [10:51 PM]
Today 8:47 AM
psssst, keith [8:47 AM]
Yeah? [8:48 AM]
oh wow that was fast [8:48 AM]
okay, hunky and i r havin a lil debate [8:49 AM]
Okay? [8:49 AM]
and hes sayin that Super Mario Odyssey is the best Mario gaem of all time [8:49 AM]
*game [8:50 AM]
And? [8:50 AM]
well…. pidge wont answer us so we need another video game conessurs opinion [8:50 AM]
is that how u spell conessurs??? [8:51 AM]
I am almost entirely certain it isn’t [8:51 AM]
Yeah, I just checked, it’s connoisseur [8:52 AM]
ok ok [8:52 AM]
but we still need that opinion babe [8:52 AM]
Well, first of all, I’d like to point out that I love how you capitalized the video game and nothing else [8:52 AM]
ty i am a gem [8:53 AM]
[8:53 AM]
I know [8:53 AM]
Secondly… [8:53 AM]
Hunk is wrong, the best Super Mario game is Super Mario Galaxy [8:53 AM]
uh WRONG [8:53 AM]
How is that wrong, you asked for my opinion? [8:54 AM]
yeh [8:54 AM]
and ur opinions is wrong [8:54]
*Opinion [8:54 AM]
stfu Mullet Head [8:55 AM]
fully capitalized cause thats how mean u r [8:55 AM]
Scary. [8:55 AM]
STFU [8:55 AM]
worst bf ever [8:56 AM]
can i refund u??? [8:56 AM]
Nope [8:56 AM]
dang [8:56 AM]
*dramatic sigh* well i guess i have no choice but to lov u forverv [8:56 AM]
*love *forever [8:57 AM]
Did you just type “dramatic sigh”? [8:57 AM]
yes i did [8:57 AM]
bc as mentioned befor [8:57 AM]
i am a gem ✨[8:58 AM]
Right… [8:58 AM]
[8:59 AM]
is that sarcasam i sense Mullet? [8:59 AM]
*Sarcasm [8:59 AM]
Yes, it is, but you’re still cute ❤️ [8:59 AM]
o wow ily [9:00 AM]
Getting back on topic… [9:00 AM]
What would your favourite Super Mario game be? If mine is so bad [9:00 AM]
o well thats a long story haha [9:01 AM]
I’ve got time [9:01 AM]
jskksjajkajs kEITH [9:01 AM]
U HAVE C L A S S [9:01 AM]
So? You’re more important [9:01 AM]
eye- [9:02 AM]
[9:02 AM]
okok fine get ready for a rant tho [9:02 AM]
This might take a while to type [9:02 AM]
That’s okay, I will wait for you [9:03 AM]
ksksjksjjsk bABE [9:03 AM]
ok here goes… [9:03 AM]
:) [9:03 AM]
okay, so my mama always gets me like a pretty good gift on my birdthay since we dont rlly go out any buy stuff on th regular so one day she got me this game called Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door and it was probably one of the best games ive ver played like,,, ever. The story was great, the grphic were rlly cute and i fell in love instantly. im p sure i play like every year haha. i just rlly like it cause it reminds me of my mama whenever i play it and gives me a real big sense of joy to see the characters again. Its lame haha but i rlly like it for that reason 😊 [9:06 AM]
o geez thats a lot of spelling mistakes lolol [9:06 AM]
Lance? [9:06 AM]
yeah??? [9:06 AM]
That was really sweet, thank you for telling me :) [9:07 AM]
oh yw!!! 😄😄 [9:07 AM]
o dang prof coran caught me… [9:08 AM]
ill see u later!!! PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!! [9:08 AM]
Okay, bye Lance :) ❤️ [9:08 AM]
byeee!!!!! [9:09 AM]
[9:09 AM]
Keith smiled, reading over their conversation again. Pay attention in class, how can I when I could talk to you instead?
It’s safe to say that Keith is very hooked on this boy and no amount of rambling from Dyak can get him to pay attention to anything else.
I can’t wait for later…
-<To Lunch...>-
“Hey, Keith!” Lance called enthusiastically as soon as he saw the mullet-haired boy enter the lunchroom. His brooding boyfriend looked around for a bit in confusion before spotting Lance and visibly lighting up (cute), scurrying over to their table (also cute), before plopping himself down and lightly kissing Lance’s cheek (cute!!).
“Hi Lance, excited for later?” he asked eagerly. Lance beamed.
“You bet!” he passed Keith a garlic knot.
Allura looked at the two of them in confusion, “What’s going on later?”
Pidge rolled her eyes, “These two lovebirds haven’t gone on an official date yet.”
Hunk’s eyes could have popped out of his skull, “WHAT?!” he yelled, causing Romelle to flinch from beside him and a few heads to turn their way. However, they all went back to their own business as soon as Keith glared at them. Geez, he’s like a guard dog!
“I know, I know, it’s tragic. But I wanted today to end up on the Happy Day Calendar, so it can spend forever in my fondest memories,” Lance answered, slinging an arm around Keith’s shoulders and squeezing him against his side. The action made Keith smile and forget about all the eyes on them that lingered from earlier.
“I just hope everything goes well enough so it will be a happy memory…” Keith said, trailing off with a nervous tone of voice.
Lance smiled, “No worries, Babe. Every moment with you is a happy one.”
Keith's face erupted in a hot flush, and Romelle, Allura, and Hunk cooed as Lance placed a kiss to the tip of his nose. Pidge just gagged, the Gremlin, and went back to playing Animal Crossing: New Leaf on her customized 3DS.
The rest of Lunch passed quickly, as they quickly engaged themselves in the debate they’d started previously about which Mario game was the best. Pidge seemed adamant on any and all versions of Mario Kart while Lance and Hunk kept insisting their own games were far superior. Allura and Romelle were a bit lost, but Romelle caught on quickly, offering Smash Brothers which started up and entire other debate as to whether or not it should be included in the Mario Brother’s franchise. Keith didn’t get involved this time, instead choosing to admire fondly the passionate way Lance’s voice raised when he argued, how his eyes burned with a determined blue fire, and how his hand movements became even more wild and eccentric, so everyone was constantly dodging to avoid being hit by them. Though best of all, seeing his satisfied smirk when he’d finished his rant, eyes glinting in determination, a silent challenge for anyone to debate against him, was sweeter to Keith than the victory of the argument.
Man, I really lucked out didn’t I?
-<To Keith's House... and Preparations...>-
“SHIRO! Where did you put my spare helmet?!” Keith yelled, frantically tearing apart the Garage as he looked for the aforementioned object. Keith had made plans that were time-sensitive so they couldn’t afford to miss the ‘open’ window, and the night was way too humid for walking there.
Shiro, miraculously, heard him through the open kitchen window. “I DON’T KNOW, CHECK THE CLOSET!” Too bad his advice was less than helpful.
Keith groaned in annoyance and went back inside to check the closet… again. Opening the doors and doing a quick scan told him Yep, it’s still not here.
At this point, Keith would have gone to his mom for help, she’s always had a peculiar way of picking up the exact item Keith needed from the exact place he’d checked no less than twenty times in under five minutes. Which was infuriating at times, but now even more so because she wasn’t here and he needed that exact ability right this very second.
Groaning louder, to make his suffering apparent for all occupants of the household, Keith trudged back through the living room on his way to the Kitchen to interrogate Shiro further. He spotted Adam on the way in, deciding that asking him would probably be more efficient than going to Shiro this time since he was the more put together of the couple. He was resting on the black leather couch, typing quickly on his phone when Keith asked him.
“Hey, Adam, have you seen my spare helmet anywhere?”
Adam paused, looking up, his brows scrunched a little, processing the question. He looked to Keith, “The motorcycle one, right?” Keith nodded, and Adam looked back to his phone, “Yeah, ‘Kashi took me out for a ride on his bike and we borrowed it, I put it back in your room, on top of the dresser.”
Keith cursed himself for missing it before, it would have saved him a lot of time. “Thanks, Adam!” he said, rushing out of the room to run up the stairs and grab the helmet from his dresser where it was sitting innocently as if it hadn’t just cost Keith over half an hour of wasted time. He quickly glanced at the corkboard he’d left uncovered- it had been ever since the sleepover- and quickly committed the highlighted address to memory as he grabbed his leather jacket and slung it over his shoulder, tucking the helmet into the crook of his arm.
He made his way downstairs, quickly grabbing his keys and pulling his Doc Martins onto his feet. He quickly gave himself a once over in the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair a little (even though it would get messed up during the drive anyway). He reached into the drawer and pulled out a random tube of chapstick and ran it over his lips a few times, rubbing them together afterward. It was then he realized that the tube he grabbed was not, in fact, chapstick, but instead lip tint that turned his lips a cherry red.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and he hurriedly slipped it out of his pocket to check the message.
Fuck.
Without another glance to the tint covering his lips, Keith sent a quick ‘omw’ to Lance before he slipped his phone back inside his pocket and left the bathroom.
“I’m off!” he yelled, opening the door, the alarm system sounding off after it.
“Be safe! Come home before Midnight!” Adam answered.
“USE PROTECTION!” Shiro yelled, appearing in the hallway that connected the Kitchen and the Stairway. Keith scowled and flipped him off, shutting the door on Shiro’s cackles. He strolled up to the motorcycle he parked at the curb, store the helmet under the seat, and started putting on his own. At that moment, the door burst open, a frantic looking Adam spilling out with Shiro close behind.
“KEITH!” Adam yelled, rushing towards him. Keith paused in alarm, looking around Adam for any signs of danger.
Adam finally reached him with a huff, “You forgot your wallet…” he said, holding out the folded black leather.
Keith flushed and took it, “Thank you, I would have been screwed if I forgot this.”
Shiro came to stand beside Adam, wanting to comment but paused for a bit, studying Keith. “Hold on…” he said, squinting, “Keith, are you wearing lipstick?”
A heavy blush took over his face, “N-No! It’s uhh… lip tint, I thought it was chapstick and I didn’t have time to take it off.”
“Well… it looks nice on you,” Shiro commented, making Keith look up in surprise. Suddenly, Shiro sniffled obnoxiously, “Look at him Adam, he’s all grown up!”
Adam rolled his eyes fondly, but played along with his boyfriends' antics, “To think just yesterday he was ranting to us about the colour of Lance’s eyes.”
“They grow up so fast!” Shiro garbled, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
Keith scowled, “Oh shut up.”
The two older boys smiled, gathering Keith into a tight hug, carefully avoiding knocking their chins against Keith’s hard helmet. “For real though, we’re proud of you kiddo,” Shiro said, knocking his fist against Keith’s shoulder.
When they pulled away, Keith finished buckling his helmet and smiled at them, “Thank you guys, really. I don’t think I would be here without your support.”
“Oh calm down, you’re going on a date, not getting an Oscar,” Shiro scoffed.
“Besides,” Adam added, “Give yourself some credit, it’s one thing to confess to your crush, but another thing to face rejection and still plan all this stuff. I think Lance is in for a real treat.”
He smiled softly to himself, “Yeah, I hope so.”
There was a bit of silence before Shiro was pushing him towards the bike, “Okay, moment over, you’re going to be late if you talk to us all night.”
Keith smiled, rolling his eyes, “Okay, okay.”
Turning the key, Keith revved the engine to warm it up, before looking back to Shiro and Adam. Though the loud engine rumbled, Keith was still able to make out the words Shiro told him.
“Go, be great.”
Keith smirked in determination and gave them a two-fingered salute before pulling away from the curb and into the street. Shiro and Adam watched him go for a bit before Adam turned back to him.
“So… house to ourselves…”
Shiro smirked, “Uh-huuuuhh…”
“Wanna have a Disney marathon?”
“Uh, yeah? But only if we start with Mulan. I’m in the mood for some Li Shang-shaped eye candy.”
“Rude, I am right here.”
Shiro sighed, draping himself over his boyfriend, “Fine. I guess you’ll have to do.”
Adam dropped Shiro, “I’m locking you out.”
The other man scrambled to get up from the ground, racing forward as he saw Adam running towards the house, “ADAM, WAIT! NO, I’M SORRY! PLEASE?! ADAM!!”
-<To Lance's House...>-
It was a little bit past 5:00 when Lance heard a motorcycle pulling into his driveway. He ignored the buzz his phone made in the pocket of his high-waisted jeans and stood up, poking his head into the TV room where his mom was watching TV and folding laundry with the assistance of Veronica.
“Keith’s here, mamá. ¡Me voy, adiós!” [Keith's here, Mom. I'm going, bye!] he called. His mamá stood up, placing the shirt she was folding and gathered him into a tight hug.
“Oooh, Lance. Mi bebé ha crecido tanto ahora. Sé bueno con él, ¿de acuerdo?” [Oooh, Lance. My baby's grown so big now. Be nice to him, okay?]
“Sí, mamá. Bye, Vero!” [Yes, mom. Bye, Vero!]
“Have fuuuunnn!” Veronica drawled teasingly, holding the remote to unpause the TV.
A couple of knocks sounded on the door, and Lance’s head whirled around. “Okay, okay, I gotta go now,” he babbled, giving his mamá a quick kiss on the cheek. He raced to the door and opened it quickly to see Keith in all of his mulleted glory, fist raised halfway to knock again. It lowered when he saw who opened the door.
“Hey, Lance. You look great. Ready to go?”
Lance nodded quickly, shouting a couple more goodbye’s to his family before stepping outside with Keith. They stood there for a bit, taking in each other’s appearances.
Keith’s soft-looking hair was tied up in a small ponytail at his nape, his black leather jacket made his tight-fitting, faded red Coca-Cola t-shirt look even better. His black skinny jeans were ripped stylishly, exposing creamy pale skin. A couple of pins pierced the collar of the jacket, and Lance smiled a little as he recognized the little Mothman pin he bought for Keith. His ears were pierced (a tidbit he hadn’t noticed before since Keith’s hair constantly covered his ears), the lobes now decorated with minimalistic black studs. There was also something else different about Keith’s facial area… though Lance couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Wow…” Keith sighed, making Lance flush a bit, “I know I said you looked great earlier but… that was a bit of an understatement. You look...”
He trailed off, taking a step forward into Lance’s space, which Lance allowed eagerly.
“Gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.”
Lance covered his red face with his hands, “Stooooop, oh my God, you’re terrible.”
Keith grabbed one of his hands delicately and pecked him softly on the blushing cheek that was revealed. “I meant it.”
He giggled, feeling a bit drunk, “I know, you’re a cheese.”
His boyfriend- Boyfriend!!! (It still gives him jitters).- smiled softly at him and kisses the palm of his hand gently. It’s then that Lance realized what was different about Keith’s face.
“Keith! Ohmigosh, are you wearing lipgloss?!”
The other boy flushed a bit, “No, it’s lip tint, I thought it was chapstick and I was in a hurry so I didn’t take it off. I hope it looks okay?”
Lance hardly hesitated as he pressed a bruising kiss to Keith’s cherry coloured lips. They were bitten soft, plush and warm from Keith’s body heat. A little chapped from the wind, but Lance looked past it. He felt Keith’s hands come up to cradle his face delicately, brushing the pads of his fingers over Lance’s cheekbones. He stroked soft lines across his jaw, making Lance shudder a bit at the mind-melting contact. He wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, grabbing the back of his leather jacket. The cool material of Keith’s fingerless gloves brushed his cheeks, then Keith dug his fingers through Lance’s hair, massaging his scalp in a way that made Lance let out a small moan.
Keith pulled away instantly after that, eyes wide and face flushed. “What was that?” he asked, voice a little croaky and hushed.
This time, it was Lance’s turn to blush, “Uhhh…”
Suddenly, the porch lights started flickering madly, causing Keith to hold Lance close to him and go into a defensive stance.
“Leave already ‘ya nasties!” Rachel yelled from inside, obviously the culprit behind the light show.
“Yup! Going!” Lance called back, grabbing Keith’s hand and pulling him towards the motorcycle. Keith passed Lance the helmet from under the seat and straddled the motorcycle. Lance got the helmet on himself this time- nice .- and sat behind Keith on the seat, scooching up until they were flush together, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s defined torso.
Keith turned the keys and the engine came to life with a loud rumble. “You ready?” Keith called, looking back a little.
“Sure am, Mullet-head!” Lance replied, squeezing his middle for emphasis. At his response, Keith pulled out of the driveway, driving away from the small neighborhood.
“So, Keith!” Lance yelled to be heard over the engine, “Where are you taking us tonight?!”
Keith turned his head a little to respond, and Lance could see his white teeth smirking at him from beyond red lips.
“How do you feel about Mini-putt?!”
-<To The Date...>-
Lance, apparently, was ecstatic about Mini-putt. As soon as Keith parked in front of the half indoor-half outdoor course, Lance was on his feet, shoving the spare helmet into Keith’s arms and taking off towards the well-lit building.
Keith barely had time to take the keys out of his bike and put away the helmets before he was racing after his eccentric boyfriend. “Lance! Slow down, the courses close at nine, we have plenty of time!”
These words did not stall Lance, however, they brought to attention the fact that Lance came here with another whole-ass being that he probably should stay close to so he didn’t get lost. He has enough grocery store incidents surrounding that subject, thanks.
Waiting patiently- except not really, every nerve in his body felt like it had been shocked by lightning, and instead of giving him muscle pain, weakness, stiffness, and temporary paralysis it made him feel energized and… whatever the exact opposite of all those symptoms was!- Lance leaned against the side of the building’s entrance so Keith could catch up. He was doing a cute 'lil jog across the parking lot, stopping occasionally to look both ways.
Good on him, Lance just got a boyfriend, he’d be damned if he were to die anytime soon. He’d personally go up- actually make that down- to wherever Keith’s soul was being held and give his eternal soul torturer a piece of his mind! Most likely Satan, which was fine, Lance could take him, all he needed was a firetruck or something. Sorry, Keith. You’re cute! But still very much a criminal, probably.
The bright neon lights of Mini-putting Planet Arus shone down on them, casting their silhouettes in various shades of blue and green. Keith came to stand in front of Lance, a little out of breath from chasing Lance across the parking lot but smiling nonetheless.
“Hey,” he said, breathless.
“Hi,” Lance replied, giggling a little.
“Shall we go in?” Keith asked, holding out his arm which Lance took delicately with as much poise as he could possibly muster (not a lot, but let him dream).
“Why of course my good sir,” he responded, horribly mimicking a British accent. Keith covered his mouth to keep from laughing but Lance saw it in his eyes anyway. The way they crinkled slightly with mirth, the way his indigo eyes seemed to light up, the way he looked at Lance as though he could do no wrong as if he was the most precious being on the planet.
Oh, you poor naive fool… Lance thought as they walked in together. You are going to have your ass handed to you.
-<To Mini-putt...>-
Okay, so, as it turns out, Lance might have a reason for being so excited when they got here.
“Yeah! Another hole-in-one baby!” Lance cheered as his bright blue ball sunk into the small metal cup. He spun around, leaning slightly on his putter, “Hey, Keith! How many was that?”
Keith let out a sigh as if he held the burdens of the entire world on his shoulders, “That was six, Lance.”
“Aaaaannd, how many holes have we been to so far?” He asked, leaning forward a bit.
Keith wanted to cry, “Six.”
“WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-” Lance shouted, performing his awful victory dance. Remember when Keith had thought Lance was an amazing dancer? Yeah, neither did he. Lance danced like a twelve-year-old trying to imitate a Fortnite dance. Hiking up his knees and swaying left and right while he pumped his arms up and down his sides. It was probably the dorkiest shit he’d ever seen Lance do, and he’d seen Lance do a lot of dorky shit. However this time, he was not resisting the urge to coo at his boyfriends' antics, he was getting his ass handed to him, somehow that made things less cute.
Hating the world and his lousy golf skills, Keith marked down Lance’s score (doodling an unhappy face beside it, frowning and everything) and starts walking past him to the next hole. He ignores Lance’s indignant gasp as he sets his ball down and prepares to hit it in (if not close) to the hole.
“Keith, that’s cheating!” Lance said, coming to stand next to him with a pout.
“Is it now,” Keith drawled, still focused on the hole.
“Uh-huh, and just for that…” Keith looked up in curiosity as Lance trailed off. Then Lance took the opportunity to pick up Keith’s red ball and chuck it into the man-made river that was flowing through parts of the course.
“LANCE, WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Lance just smirked at him, “Better go get it, Kogane. Lost balls are one hundred dollars each.”
Keith smacked his shoulder, “Asshole, no they aren’t. They’re one dollar each.”
“Mmmm, you sure? ‘Cause I swear I saw one hundred…”
Keith didn’t bother listening and instead grabbed Lance’s ball and chucked it in the river as well.
“Whoops,” he deadpanned.
“KEITH!” Lance screeched. “Now you have to get both of them back!”
“No way! If anything, you should get both of them back, you’re the one who started it in the first place!”
“Because you cheated!”
“Going first on a course isn’t cheating , Lance!”
“Yes it is, you get an advantage!”
“I thought you wanted to ‘study’-, ” Keith used every sarcastic cell in his body to say study, even adding air quotes with his fingers, “-the course before you hit the ball, I was going first to give you more time!”
“Hey! What’s with the- wait, you were?”
“YES!”
“Awww, babe!”
“Do not ‘babe’ me, go and get out balls!”
“You loooove me don’t you.”
“A decision I regret dearly.”
Lance gasped over-dramatically, “Rude!”
Keith rolled his eyes, “Uh-huh.” He pressed a quick kiss to Lance’s cheek (making the other boy preen) and grumpily stomped over to the river to collect their golf balls.
“Thaaaaaaanks baaabe!” Lance cooed from behind, which made Keith flip him off over his shoulder.
Where did they go… Keith found his ball fairly easily, the bright red sticking out dramatically from the rocks and moss. The blue one was a bit harder to find though.
Christ, if I didn’t hear the splash it made I would have never thought to check the river.
“By the way, I’m really enjoying the view from over here, babe!” Lance cat-called, shooting a flirty wink to him when he turned around unamused.
“Come over here and help me! I can’t find your ball!”
“Yeah, right! If I go over there, you’re just going to push me in!”
Huh. That idea actually hadn’t occurred to Keith before, but it was appealing to him the more he thought about it.
“I promise not to as long as you start helping me right now,” he voiced instead, hoping Lance would help him because he seriously didn’t want to tell the employee he’d lost a ball.
Lance groaned for a while which made Keith smile because he knew the other boy was giving in, “Fine,” he said, standing up from where he was sitting on the green and trudging over.
“Thank you~,” Keith said, smiling still. He went back to looking for the ball, traveling further down the river and closer to the pond. Suddenly he saw a bright blue golf ball sticking out from the rocks. He bent over to pick it up.
“Hey, Lance! I got your golf ball back-”
Suddenly, he felt a hard shove to the middle of his back. He lost his balance on the slippery rocks and fell into the stream face-first, getting his torso soaking wet.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed as Lance laughed on the bank next to him, doubling over and holding his stomach.
“Ohmygod your face! That was priceless!”
“Come here you little shit-” Keith roared as he stumbled out of the river and raced after Lance. The other boy shrieked and sprinted away from him, laughing all the while.
“C’ mon, Lance! I just want a hug!” Keith called, holding his arms out as he gained on Lance.
“No way in Hell, Kogane!” Lance screeched, running out to the grassy field that surrounded the Mini-putting course. Suddenly, Keith tackled him rolling around on the grass and tickling any skin he could reach.
“Gotcha!” he cheered as Lance laughed, kicking around. Keith then set him down on the grass before standing up and swooping the still-laughing boy into his arms. He pressed a few kisses across Lance’s giggling face, making the other boy shriek in laughter (he couldn’t resist okay? He had the cutest boyfriend). Then, he slowly made his way over to the river, carrying Lance bridal-style. Lance had caught on to his plot at this point and tried desperately to squirm out of Keith’s sturdy grip while Keith’s smirk grew more and more evil by the second.
“Nonononono, Keith! Don’t you dare! I swear to God I will break up with you! I’ll do it, don’t test me! KEITH I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! OHMYGOD PLEASE DON’T DROP ME IN THERE, THESE ARE MY BEST JEANS! KEITH!! KEITH I’LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE!”
“Anything?” Keith asked, that evil glint in his eyes glaring as he hovered Lance over the river.
“Yes! ANYTHING!” Lance pleaded desperately.
Keith brought him closer to his body, and for a second Lance thought he was safe and he relaxed.
Big. Mistake.
The other boy leaned down to whisper in Lance’s ear, his hot breath tickling the flushed skin.
“Then Perish.”
Then Lance was sent plummeting into the stream, making a big splash as he sputtered in betrayal and flailed to escape as soon as possible. He stood up, dripping wet as Keith cackled next to him. Lance kicked water at him before walking up to his boyfriend and punching him multiple times in the shoulder.
“KEITH! YOU! ASS! I’M! DEL-ET-ING! YOU!” Unsurprisingly, none of his feeble attacks made any difference as Keith continued laughing maniacally next to him. He decided to give it a rest and pout until Keith noticed and comforted him.
“Awww, you big baby, come here,” Keith said giggling as he held out his arms. Lance walked right into them sulking and wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist.
“I feel the need to tell you that I dislike you,” Lance said, his voice muffled in Keith’s shoulder.
“Uh-huh, I love you too, Lance,” Keith responded, pressing a fond kiss to the brunette’s hair. “Now c’ mon, let’s go finish this game, Sharpshooter,” he said, pulling out of the hug and grabbing Lance’s hand, dragging the other boy back towards the course.
-<To The Resteraunt...>-
“Keith, you know I love you, right?”
“Yes, I know. I love you too.”
“Mhmm. So, why did you bring me here?”
They were standing at the mouth of the alleyway the Marmoran Gang visited frequently.
“For dinner?”
“Is that right.”
“...Yes?”
“Hm.”
Lance turned around and walked away.
“LANCE, WAIT!” Keith asked, scrambling to catch up to him.
Lance turned around, an unamused expression on his face, “Yes?”
“The restaurant is through there.”
“Huh?”
“The restaurant. I picked this alley because we can get there quicker if we go through it.”
“Uh-huh, and it has nothing to do with the fact that when I‘m scared I cling to anyone nearby right? ”
Keith, visibly sweating nervously, answered, “Right.”
Lance squinted, “Sounds fake but okay.”
“C’ mon, please? They have really good milkshakes.”
Ah. Lance liked milkshakes.
“Fine. You’re paying though,” Lance agreed, taking Keith’s hand and walking back to the alley.
Keith smiled wide, pressing a kiss to Lance’s cheek, “I plan to, I wanted to spoil you tonight.”
“Ugh,” Lance gagged, “You’re too sweet, how’d I get stuck with you?”
“Wellllll there was a lot of begging on my part…”
“Oh yes, I remember that.”
“I remember buying you a Switch.”
“Ahh, you sure know the way to a man’s heart Kogane.”
They chuckled together as they walked through the alley towards the restaurant. When it came into view, Lance saw that it was a combination of a Diner and an Arcade. His eyes lit up as he recognized the neon sign.
“Hey, I know this place! Hunk, Pidge, and I came here all the time last year. I’m still trying to beat Pidge’s score on Centipede .”
Keith's eyes widened slightly, “They have Centipede here?”
Lance nodded, “Yeah, the owner of this place, Neil, likes to collect a lot of older games. I’ve heard he’s even got his own cow to make the milkshakes! They say her name is Kaltenecker…”
The dark-haired boys’ expression flattened, “Well… yeah. That’s the owners last name.”
Ah. So it was.
“Whatever, let’s go in already, I’m feeling peckish.”
Keith chuckled, “Where’d you learn that ?”
“From Allura, it sounded fancy and she was referring to food so I think it means like... hungry or something.”
“I don’t know why she hangs out with you guys, you’re embarrassing, honestly.”
Lance gasped in offense, pressing a hand to his chest, “ Excuse! I am a delight !”
The bell jingled over their heads as they walked into the Diner, still bickering half-heartedly. At some point in the alley, Keith had grabbed Lance’s hands, and they were still intertwined, swinging to and fro between them.
“I’ll order, you go find us a seat, yeah? What do you want?” Keith asked.
Lance squinted at the menu (even though he already knew what he was going to order), “Can I get a… Combo two with no sauce and a Dulce de Leche Milkshake.”
“Dulce de Leche, huh? Fancy,” Keith said with a teasing grin.
“Oh shut up, Mullet head,” Lance responded, smiling and punching his boyfriend softly in the arm. “I’m gonna go grab us a booth.”
Keith nodded and waited in line to grab their food and pay, then he made his way over to the table Lance had snagged (it wasn’t hard to spot the eccentric boy, he was waving his hands like mad over the walls of the booth). Setting down their trays, he slid into the opposite seat and unwrapped his burger.
They fluctuate between multiple conversations, talking about Slav’s famous alternative realities to betting on who could score higher in Pac Man. Though no matter what they talked about, both boys couldn’t resist the smiles on their faces, staying consistent throughout the entire date.
“You know what, Keith?” Lance asked as they were preparing to drive back to his house.
“What?” Keith replied, pausing from where he was buckling his helmet.
“I think I might just have to add today to my Happy Day Calendar.”
Keith’s smile rivaled the brightness of the many twinkling stars shining overhead.