#if you don’t look at shiro and say that man is kissable than I have FAILED as an artist

[sockdooe]

What a handsome man!!!!

[autisticlancemcclain]

Look, Keith knows it’s not a wonderful choice, okay? He knows shoplifting isn’t great. But his student aid application was denied again, and sue him for wanting to eat a fresh vegetable once in a while. (That being said, maybe he should’ve gone for something a little less obvious than fucking cabbage. A carrot, or something, Jesus. He’s not dumb, but he’s a bit of a dumbass.)

“I’m so sorry. I don’t usually do this,” he says to the employee who’s just walked in on him stuffing the damn cabbage into his hoodie pocket.

The employee — a tall lanky guy, maybe like an inch shorter than Keith, with curly brown hair and the largest eye bags he’s maybe ever seen — barely even glances at him.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” he says, shoving some cans on a shelf, “I get paid less than minimum wage, which is legal because I am a student. My manager has yelled at me no less than four times since I clocked in, one of which was for the fact that it was raining and I did not beg god hard enough to stop it. If you fold your hand into the shape of a finger gun and inform me that you’re robbing the store, I will personally put every dollar from the register in your pocket and then ask you to pull the trigger. My soul is so dead that I don’t even have a joke for it. I don’t give even an eighth of a shit if you steal that cabbage.”

For the first time since his speech, the employee glances at Keith, and then does a double take. Some light seems to return into his deep brown eyes.

“Actually, you’re cute as hell,” he says, and Keith goes red. “Take two cabbages.”

Keith dutifully takes a second cabbage. The employee grins at him. His smile is so beautiful that Keith genuinely feels like he might die, a little.

He runs out of the shop.

———

“You did what?”

“I know, I know, stealing is bad —”

“No, Keith, I don’t give a shit about that. Stealing from Wal-Mart is fine; you can do that more if you want. I’m concerned about the hot employee. He called you cute, encouraged you to steal a cabbage, and you didn’t get his number?”

The judgey incredulousness in his annoying brother’s voice makes Keith’s hackles rise, a little.

“What do you know! It took you seven months to realise Adam liked you, and he wrote you a ‘do you like me yes/no’ note!”

There’s a pause on the other end of the phone.

“That’s different,” Shiro says haughtily. “I’m autistic.”

“He told you to your face that he liked you and your lips were kissable —”

“…My oven is exploding. I have to go. Goodbye.”

And Keith doesn’t even have a chance to give him even an ounce of shit before the dial tone is ringing in his ear.

“Bastard,” he mutters.

Coincidentally, as he’s glaring at his shitty Acer phone he bought for $97 dollars at Costco four years ago, he notices that it’s 2:36 in the morning. The same time the hot employee was working last night.

He bites his lip. He really should not return to the scene of his crime.

But he found a dollar on the subway today. He can buy a poptart, this time.

He likes poptarts.

———

“I see you’re paying this time,” the employee — who’s name tag says Eatyay Ymay Assyay, but Keith knows enough pig latin to assume that it’s a, ahem, pseudonym — says, scanning Keith’s singular package of chocolate poptarts. Keith flushes a little and looks down.

“Found a loonie on the subway,” he mumbles.

Hot Employee snorts. “I’ve always wanted to marry a rich man,” he teases.

Keith can’t help the laughter that bubbles up in his throat, which makes a pleased smile grace Hor Employee’s handsome face.

God, his eyes are so gorgeous.

“You have a nice laugh,” Hot Employee says. His voice is very earnest, and only a little dead inside. Considering the fact that the guy is working the night shift at Wal-Mart, Keith thinks it’s the equivalent to dancing a jig and clicking his heels.

Keith coughs. He doesn’t know what to say. He runs out of the store, again, a little.

When he reaches into his bag to stress-eat the poptart, he notices an orange that he did not purchase. Hot Employee must have thrown it in.

He wonders if that’s flirting. He’ll have to ask Adam.

———

“I hate gay people,” Adam says.

Keith snorts. “Interesting.”

“Seriously. We’re all so annoying. Especially you. Is it flirting, he says. Of course it’s flirting! He called you cute to your face! He said you have a nice laugh! He stole you an orange!”

“That could be platonic!”

Adam takes a long, noisy sit of tea. He levels Keith with a glare as he sets the cup back down to angrily bite a cake pop.

“Is it Shiro’s turn with the braincell today?”

“It’s never Shiro’s turn with the braincell. Besides, I sold it for profit six years ago.”

“I see.”

Keith sips his coffee that Adam bought him, because Adam is a Real Adult with a Real Job. (Accounting, or something. He’s explained his job maybe seven million times, and even took Keith to his office, once, when Keith was maybe nine, but if you put a gun to Keith’s head and asked him to tell you what Adam does then that would be it. Hello, fiery depths of hell. (Keith would say pearly gates, but he once had a wet dream about Jesus Christ Himself when he was like fourteen, so his fate is sealed.))

“If you don’t ask that boy on a date I am going to pay Pidge to hack your Spotify and play country music for one hundred consecutive hours to permanently destroy Wrapped day for you,” Adam informs him.

Keith chokes on his coffee, a little.

“That’s a hate crime.”

“Correct.”

———

Keith would like to say he’s up late again because he’s doing homework. In reality, he’s been drawing Pidge as the poop emoji from The Emoji Movie in as much detail as possible because that’s what you do with your friends.

He glances at the clock.

It’s probably weird to go to Wal-Mart again for no reason.

But, like. It’s not like he’s busy, or anything. Besides, he could use some butter.

(The brick he already has is lonely, or something.)

(Whatever. He doesn’t need an excuse. He’s a grown ass adult.)

———

“See, now it’s a pattern,” Hot Employee says.

Keith smiles.

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

Hot Employee — holy shit Keith needs to learn his name — rolls his eyes, but his expression is playful, almost excited.

“You see, Hot Criminal Boy —” Keith flushes a little at the name, although he supposed it’s no worse than Hot Employee — “the first time we met was obviously an accident. I was an unwilling witness to your crime.”

“I barely even shoplifted! And you encouraged me!”

Hot Employee waves his hand. “Eh, semantics. Every time I try to remember the incident I am distracted by my own memory of your dazzling eyes and ridiculous hair.”

Keith goes redder, both because he’s flattered and a little indignant. He touches his hair, loose because he forgot a hair tie again.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” he mumbles. Hot Employee grins at him.

“Never in my life have I seen someone pull off a mullet. I am truly bamboozled. But no question that you do, caliente. Dios.”

Sultry brown eyes and a saucy wink paired with smooth, unhesitant Spanish just shuts Keith’s brain the fuck down. A beeping noise echoes through his head. Error 404. He’s sure his face must be near purple now, gods above. He thinks of any possible way to divert the subject so he has even half a chance to come out of this conversation as a cool person.

He’s desperately wracking his brain, trying to think of a pickup line he saw online or something, but is saved from entering that clusterfuck of a situation by a crackling noise coming from Hot Employee’s walkie talkie.

“Lance, come in.”

Hot Employee — Lance, apparently — sighs deeply, all traces of joy vanishing from his expression. He holds up a finger.

“Just a sec,” he says. “Duty calls. Yeah, Martha?”

“You better not be fucking socializing, McClain,” the voice growls.

Lance rolls his eyes.

“Of course not, ma’am. Helping a customer, is all.”

The voice scoffs. “Yeah fucking right. Get to work before I fire you, lazy ass.”

“It’s funny she says that,” Lance says, tucking his walkie talkie back into his pocket, “since I know what she is currently doing is watching T.V. in the back, on her fourth hour of her thirty-minute break.”

Keith snorts despite his worry.

“Sorry for keeping you,” he offers. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Lance laughs, some of the humour bleeding back into his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m the diversity hire, she can’t fire me. Besides, if she fired me then she’d actually have to work, so. I’m good.”

“Still. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Lance grins at him. “Very sweet of you, Hot Criminal Boy.”

“Oh — um, my name is Keith. Keith Kogane.”

“Cute name for a cute face. Now, back to my theory — what’s your excuse for coming to visit me now? Because the third time is a pattern, you know. Second time I figured it was a coincidence, but c’mon. No one wants to visit Wal-Mart three nights in a row except for gay reasons.”

Keith laughs, because Lance clearly sees right through him.

“I’m here for butter,” he insists anyway.

Lance raises an eyebrow, studying him for a moment.

“I have a proposition for you, Keith Kogane.”

“I’m listening.”

“You are very clearly into me at least a little. I am very much into you. My shift doesn’t end for another three hours. How would you like to go on the worst date of your life, mójol?”

Keith grins. “Pretty high bar for yourself, huh?”

Lance grins right back. “Maybe. You want to follow me around as I pretend to stick shelves and ignore real customers?”

“If you think that’s the worst date I’ve ever been on, you’re kidding yourself. I’d love to.”

To say Lance lights up is an understatement. His smile glows, illuminating the dreary misery of the store and also Keith’s heart. It’s incredible.

“C’mon then, Keith Kogane. Tell me about your worst date as I open and close the freezer doors.”

Keith does. He lightly embellishes the story of the man who asked him to dinner, took him to McDonalds, made Keith pay, took Keith’s change, and then tried to rope him into a pyramid scheme. He puts every ounce of high-school-drama-class he has into that story, and by the end of it Lance is crouched over with tears in his eyes, begging him to stop. Keith realises that he would do literally anything to hear that laughter every day for the rest of his life.

Lance, in turn, tells him about the time he put maple syrup in between the mattress cover and fitted sheet of his brother’s bed after he found out the man sold his favourite pokémon DS game to have an excuse to talk to the pretty girl who worked at the GameStop. He claims he hid in the attic for two days after because he thought his brother might kill him. His tone is so serious that Keith would believe him, but the sparkle in his eyes and the twitching of his mouth gives him away.

Keith wants to kiss him so bad he can barely think straight.

(It’s ridiculous, feeling this strongly about a stranger he’s only met three times. But Lance is funny, and charming, and sweet, and he’s proven to be an ideal provider. Keith wonders if this is how those Victorian woman felt, because he genuinely feels like he’s gonna swoon, a little.)

“You a student, too?” Lance asks.

“Yeah. Visual arts.”

“Oooh, tortured artist. I’ve heard you guys kiss better than anyone else.”

Keith snorts, even as his heart pounds. “Yeah? Who’d you hear that from?”

“…Okay, okay, you got me. I made that up. I think it’d be a fun theory to test, though.”

Keith knows he’s not hallucinating Lance flicking his gaze to Keith’s lips.

“I’m a physics major, you know,” Lance continues. “I’m big on testing theories.”

Keith swallows. He flicks his eyes to Lance’s lips, full and pink and maybe a little shiny.

“Physics major?” he asks, a little breathy. “You must do a lot of math, huh.”

Lance hums. He leans closer, a little. “Lots.”

“I’ve got a math question for you, then.”

“Hit me.”

He’s definitely leaning closer. Keith does, too. He can feel the warmth of Lance’s breath on his face. It smells sweet, like strawberries.

“What’ll we get if I add your lips to mine?”

“Let’s find out,” Lance breathes. He finally closes the distance, pressing their lips together.

Keith gets all those corny romance novels he pretends he doesn’t read, now. Sparks really do fly.

———

“Someone is looking chipper,” Allura comments drily as they set up their easels.

“I had a good night,” Keith says. He can’t stop his smirk.

“Clearly. I’ve never seen someone look so smug with so many bags under their eyes. What did you do? Or who, rather.”

“I didn’t fuck anyone. I went to Wal-Mart.”

“No one is that happy about going to Wal-Mart at night, you liar.”

Keith sighs dreamily. He can’t help it. All he can think of is Lance, Lance, Lance. He wants to yell it from the rooftops. He wants to tattoo his name on his body. It’s insane.

“I met this boy, a few days ago,” he says.

Allura pumps her fist. “I knew it! Tell me everything immediately.”

“He’s just… he’s gorgeous. He encouraged me to steal a cabbage. He gave me an orange. Last night I hung out with him for hours and we kissed in the baking needs aisle. I am in love, Allura, I swear to God.”

“Oh my God, are you Hot Criminal Boy?”

Keith whips his head up, meeting the eyes of their nude model, Hunk. (Hunk’s a cool guy, and Keith’s favourite of all the models they have. He’s really good at staying still, and genuinely a fun guy to talk to. He was building his own bike, which Keith thinks is so fucking awesome. They talked about it a lot.)

“Is Lance really calling me that to other people? Oh my God. It was a cabbage. He encouraged it.”

Hunk manages to laugh without moving a single muscle, which confirms Keith’s theory that Hunk is not of this realm.

“Only to me. And his siblings. And his mom. And anyone who asks at all. He really doesn’t shut up about you, dude, I’ll be honest. He talked about you to the person who was atuck next to us at the red light with us this morning.”

Keith flushes. Allura fucking dies laughing.

“…Does he really?”

“Yeah, dude. He had the mooniest smile I’ve ever seen when he told me y’all kissed last night.”

Allura chokes on her laughter. “You kissed someone? And you didn’t fucking tell me? Whore!”

Keith shrugs, smiling a little. “I wanted to keep it to myself for a little.”

“Yeah, clearly, ya gay ass.”

All three of them turn back to focus on their work, the sound of even breathing and brushstrokes filling the air. Keith sinks into the painting, trying to get the curve of Hunk’s fluffy hair just right.

“You really like him?” Allura whispers after some time.

“Yeah,” Keith whispers back. “He really feels like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Allura smiles softly, eyes never leaving her paint. “Good. You deserve it.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. Also, if I had to hear about you whining about how badly you wanted a boyfriend for even one more day I was going to get you one my damn self, ya simp.”

“…And there goes the moment.”

[self-indulgent-stories]

Found Chapter 1: The Beginning of Something Dangerous

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21767074/chapters/51934681

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Second year in college was already Hell. Lotor, a Political Science major with a minor in Humanities, walked across campus to greet his loving, albeit aggressive, long-time girlfriend Allura with her usual cup of coffee and a kiss on her forehead. She sits, studying aggressively, in the library at a table. Lotor takes this moment to smile fondly, watching his love. Lotor had been in love with her since they were mere children and he considered himself lucky when Allura accepted his affections in their second year of high school. He sighs in content, sets down her coffee in front of her and kisses her forehead. 

“Good morning, my love.” Lotor says with a smile. Allura grunts in acknowledgement, continuing her writing. Her white hair was tossed up in a messy bun, the sunlight kissed her tan skin. If people were not aware that they were a couple (hardly anyone did not know as they were The Power Couple), they would be mistaken for siblings. Same white hair, same tan skin. The only difference was that Lotor had deep sea blue eyes that were nearly purple and Allura had sky blue eyes with green around the edges of her pupils. “Now, when is this due and how late did you stay up?” Lotor chuckled, sipping on his coffee. 

“Today, in” Allura finally pauses to glance at a clock, “forty minutes. I have not slept at all, so the coffee is a Godsend. Thank you Lotor.” She sighs with a soft smile. Lotor feels relief wash over him as she smiled. He thought for sure this would be one of Allura’s bad days and nothing could cheer her up, not even him. Though this was just a narrow miss. Anything could go wrong today and that would put her in a foul mood. Hopefully he would know just what to do when the time comes. 

“May I ask, how long did you procrastinate on this one?” Lotor probed cautiously. The last thing he needed was to be the cause of Allura’s bad day. His job was to be a loving and caring boyfriend that considered only Allura’s feelings, tossing aside his own for her wellbeing. 

“Oh, not that long, maybe a week or so?” Allura said idly, going back to her work. Ah, so about two weeks then. Lotor could have joked that he had done this long before the due date, mainly cause all his obligations had nothing for him to do (which was extremely rare), but that would definitely irk her. Lotor checked his vibrating phone. It was a message from Makenziel, his roommate and closest, if not only friend. 

“Who’s that?” Allura said, glancing towards her boyfriend for a moment. She already knew the answer, but she allowed Lotor to tell her himself. 

“Makenziel. He was just wondering if I was busy later. Told him I was probably going to be tired. Have quite a few meetings today after class and then I’ll be with you all night.” Lotor cheered. Allura rolled her eyes, sighing under her breath. Lotor chewed on the inside of his lip. That might have set her off on the wrong side. 

“Good. I want to cuddle tonight. You’re sleeping on the couch.” Allura said, continuing to write. Okay, not so bad. Just the couch tonight. Lotor would sneak out in the wee hours of the morning and go back to his apartment and rest peacefully there. It was not like Allura cared; she never liked seeing him early in the morning. Ah, look at the time. 

“I’ve got to go, Princess.” He said, kissing her forehead. “I’ll see you later.” Lotor said, which was met with no response. Lotor paused, pursing his lips together for a moment. “I love you Allura.” Lotor said softly. A grunt of approval from Allura. Defeated, Lotor slunk to his class with a sigh. 

Hours and hours of classes, nothing but sitting and listening to others. Lotor hated going to class, but he needed the attendance. He should have taken the online classes, maybe next semester. Lotor could have taught the course to himself and passed, in fact that was practically what he was doing. It was difficult juggling physical classes and strenuous academic clubs as well as Student Government, but somehow Lotor did it. He stops by his apartment to drop off his unnecessary things and notices Maken’s ribbon on the handle. Ah, he was working, better be quiet. 

Maken laid in bed, moaning occasionally as a customer that he did not know personally did what he wanted with him. Maken was cute, but he really was not feeling this particular customer today. They had been at it for 45 minutes and Maken had not even gotten fully hard. This was boring, this customer was boring. He was hard to look at too. He was the type to fuck and leave without any type of real foreplay. He looked up at the other smiling softly more as a reassurance of the others performance despite his apathy toward it. Nothing for Maken to look at, nothing to feel strongly towards, just nothing. With a few more thrusts, the other came leaving Maken grossly unsatisfied and underwhelmed. He wondered what Shiro was doing later. At least Shiro knew how to turn him on and fuck him silly. Once the man pulled out, he gave Maken the money. “You’re short $20” Maken said as he counted the money. 

“Oh, shit, sorry.” The man said, putting on his shirt and pants and handing over the other $20 “Thanks for a good time.” He said with a soft smile, leaving the room. Maken smiled softly, at least he was sweet. He would have to work on his sex game, but someone would snatch him up for sure, at least if they did not care much for looks. Maken quickly stuffed the money in his wallet and with his cute panties on rushed out after him. 

“You need some practice. You’ve got a good base, so I can teach you how to be a proper top.” Maken said, leaning against the side of the door. The man scanned Maken’s body, feeling heat lick at him again. 

“I’ll be coming back soon. Same price?” Maken nodded and was surprised by a soft kiss before the man left for real. Maken’s tan cheeks flushed from the sudden gesture and closed the door. He walked past the kitchen, where Lotor took a long sip of his coffee while looking directly at Maken, which made his blush grow to the tips of his ears. He immediately grabbed the blanket on the couch and covered himself. 

“Didn’t have a good time, Angel?” Lotor teased. Maken was undeniably gorgeous, long curly black hair, sunkissed tan skin, big chocolate brown eyes that reflected topaz in sunlight, long eyelashes, pouty kissable lips and a body like a dancer. Of course he looked like a dancer, he was one. And a singer, and a musician, and did art too. If it had anything to do with art, and creating something, Maken was all over it. If Lotor had not loved Allura as much as he does, he would have most definitely snatched Maken up and if Lotor had not been such a faithful man…well, Maken would not have to be trading sex for money. 

“Well, he’s not much to look at and he lacks experience, but he seems really sweet.” Maken said, grabbing a mug and pouring a cup of tea. “So someone would really like him, especially once I teach him properly.” Maken smiled. “I thought you weren’t coming back. At least not until the wee hours of the morning like usual.” Maken tilted his head cutely. Lotor’s lips twitched upwards into a soft, fond smile. His closest friend was such a cute man. It did not help that he was shorter than him. Not by much, but still. Lotor stood at 6 feet 3 inches, where Maken was a mere 5’9. 

“I was dropping off my things before I accompany Allura for tonight. I believe that she may be a little upset tonight. She put me on the couch just for mentioning that you had texted me just to be aware of my schedule.” Lotor shrugged with a sigh. “She’s become so touchy lately…” He said forlornly. 

“She thinks I’m going to steal you away from her, despite you two being together for four years without you cheating on her once.” Maken scoffed into his mug as he finished off his tea, tossing it into the sink. “I’m saying this as your friend Lotor, but you really need to pay attention to how she is treating you. I am very worried. What she does…it’s not normal.” Maken says. “You come home with black eyes and welts on your body and face.” Maken touches Lotor’s shoulder. “She’s beating you and you keep going back to her. I understand, I’ve gone through it before. I just hope you can get out like I did.” 

Lotor looked down, phantom sores of all old wounds tingling under his skin as a reminder. He wrapped Maken in his arms gently, taking a small comfort in their intimacy and friendship. “Tonight is tame. Hopefully nothing goes horribly wrong.” Lotor half forced a smile. “I’ll be fine, I’m sure.” Lotor whispered. “I’ll be off. Don’t want to be late, lest that be another tick on her list for the day.” He continues with a sigh, grabbing his keys and heading out. 

Maken watched after him, taking the blanket off. For the longest time, he had been in love with Lotor. Lotor was smart, kind, funny, handsome, and most of all, extremely caring. Everything Maken could dream of in a man. But of course the perfect man had to be taken by someone undeserving. He sighed, the loneliness getting to him. Then his phone rang. It was Shiro, his favorite customer. “Hi, hun~ the usual?” Maken asked. “Good. I need a little pick me up. Maybe, my favorite can cheer me up? I’ll see you in a little while~” Maken, with a small smile, hung up the phone and spent his time tidying up the apartment and cleaning himself up for his next appointment.

[keiths-stupid-mullet]

Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?

NSDJFKHJGDNKSFHBKSMFJNGH HOW ABOUT THIS:

The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl. 

It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).

So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.

Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.

Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance. 

Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak. 

Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that. 

So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.

Keith wasn’t sure what to think anymore. Lance had resorted to a new kind of teasing that he absolutely could not deal with. When they were training and Keith beat the gladiator, Lance gasped and pretended to swoon as he said something about Keith slaying his heart too. And when the castle had to change course because there was a dying star near, Lance had turned around and proclaimed that “yes, that star is bright, but it can never compare to the ones in your eyes”.

Needless to say, Keith was helpless. He couldn’t do much besides blushing and changing the topic because that one time he had demanded a clarification it had all just gotten worse. 

[The statement: “You are definitely Red’s original paladin because you’re making me burn up.” 

The question: “What is that even supposed to mean?!” 

And the answer, with a wink: “Obviously, you set my heart on fire.”]

Keith wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was Lance making fun of him? Had he found out about his crush? Did he want to annoy him? Maybe it was an attempt to become friends with him. It was definitely nicer than all the aggression he used to show him. 

Just. Yeah. Just a tiny little bit too nice for his gay ass. Keith wasn’t sure how many more playful pick up lines he could take before he would have to start avoiding Lance to prevent his heart from getting broken.

If he was perfectly honest, he had probably crossed that number already. Seeing Lance flirt with local aliens annoyed him more than it used to. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to hide from Lance; he wanted to be closer, wanted to be at his side, always. Pushing him away was impossible. He loved Lance’s dorky grin and his bright eyes and his mindless compliments, he loved his high fives and half hugs and teasing winks. For the first time he understood why he attracted so many alien girls - it felt good to be in the center of his attention. He felt loved, appreciated.

It was a dangerous and stupid game he was playing. Keith really should start avoiding Lance before it got too bad. But he couldn’t, dear god, he just couldn’t.

Keith was beginning to think Lance from a year ago had had a point when he had called him a brainless idiot.

“We already share a lion, wanna share a seat too?”

“Sometimes I think Allura isn’t the only one who can do magic because you definitely put a spell on me.”

“You might be Shiro’s right hand but you’re the right man for me.”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we’re both the paladins of Red, the paladins of love.”

“You’re a real space ninja, you snuck your way into my heart undetected and made it yours.”

“You being Galra makes sense, I always knew you were out of this world.”

“I should ask for a memory storage unit because I don’t want to forget a single second of your smile.”

“Pidge can find formulas for everything but there are no numbers to express my love for you.”

Lance was pretty confident that his attempt at wooing Keith was successful. No matter what line he used, Keith always started blushing like crazy. Over time he had gotten better at just ignoring the lines and move on with whatever he had been doing before but the blushing never ceased.

Also. While Keith had not reciprocated, Lance had caught him with a helpless smile for two times in a row now. It was working and Lance had never been so thrilled about anything before. He was so sure that it was working that he had even cut back on the flirting with other aliens just to see more of Keith’s small smiles. And to stand next to him. And to talk to him. And to flirt with him and to make him laugh and to watch him blush and to admire his skills and to brush against his shoulder and-

Yeah, everything was going as planned. Better than that, even. It was time for the last step in Operation: Wooing Keith.

Once they had finished the debriefing dinner with the Marmorites, Lance lightly nudged against Keith’s shoulder and leaned into his personal space to whisper against his ear. He was pleased to note that Keith unconsciously leaned his way to make it easier. All the hard work for the past two months had totally paid off.

“Have a moment? Now?”

Keith’s head turned and wide, concerned eyes found Lance’s. “Sure. Here or…?”

“Your room? More privacy,” Lance said softly, a nervous grin on his face. As sure as he was that his pick up lines had done the trick, he’d rather not do it in front of the team. In case he was wrong he’d like to save himself the embarrassment and in case he was right he wanted Keith’s reaction to be for him and him alone.

Apparently his grin hadn’t been reassuring, the concern in Keith’s eyes hadn’t faded one bit. His right hand found Lance’s biceps and he gave it a light squeeze before agreeing and dismissing them from the dinner table. The team gave them a few curious looks but one happy wave from Lance had them all shrugging and turning back to their own conversations.

A few hallways later, they had reached Keith’s room. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Keith asked quietly once the door had closed behind them. Warmth bubbled up in Lance’s chest and he gave him a fond look.

“I’m fine. Absolutely a-okay. In fact, I’ve rarely been better than these last few days!”

Keith blinked a little, then his eyebrows drew together in confusion. “So why did you want to talk to me?”

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that. We’re friends, right? Good friends, it’s normal to hang out sometimes.”

Honestly, Keith’s shellshocked expression would have been hilarious if it wasn’t for his next words. “Wait, you think we’re good friends?”

Had Lance been completely wrong about everything until now?

“I mean, yeah? We hang out after training, we’re great at working together, we both know it’s okay to come talk to the other when we’re unsure about something. What else would you call that?”

Slowly, Keith’s expression morphed into his thinking face before a small smile stretched over his lips. His very distracting lips. Very kissable, if you asked Lance. Full and well formed, if a little chapped-looking.

He was so distracted by them that he almost missed Keith’s answer. “Yeah, I guess we are.” The words were spoken softly and Lance had to fight against the blush threatening to overtake his face.

“Right. Right, yeah, that. We’re really good friends.”

“We are,” Keith affirmed, his smile growing. Lance could feel himself falling deeper and deeper.

“Yep. We’ve grown a lot closer over the past few weeks… I guess you could say we connected. That’s a step above bonding, y’know? We clicked and it’s awesome.”

“I-” There was a light blush dusting Keith’s cheeks but his eyes had never been brighter. Lance had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. “Yeah, it was… it was really good.” Keith self-consciously shifted from one leg to the other and Lance couldn’t take it anymore. Quiznak, he was so gone for this boy. A wide grin stretched his face and he didn’t bother to try hiding it.

“Uh-huh, agreed. It was more than good. More than awesome, even. We seem to get along great and you seem to have liked my flirting, so I’m actually quite excited to ask this. You wanna go on a date with me?”

Silence.

More silence.

Just when Lance’s smile began to get strained (had he really been wrong? But all signs had pointed towards success!) Keith’s eyes grew huge. From one moment to the next, Keith was bright red and had taken half a step backwards.

“What?!” he asked, voice cracking halfway through. 

…was that a good or a bad reaction? Keith was so weird sometimes, Lance had troubles keeping up with his thoughts. 

“You wanna go on a date with me?” he repeated, slower this time. 

“You’re serious?!” 

“Yeah?” 

“You - what?!”

This was getting slightly uncomfortable. Lance was rather confident in his flirting skills but this was testing even his limits. 

“Look,” he began nervously, twisting his fingers together. “It’s fine if you don’t want to. You just seemed to react positively to the lines, so I thought - yeah. But it really doesn’t matter if you don’t want to, I can take rejection-”

“No!” Keith interrupted passionately. He had his arms thrown out as if he wanted to physically keep Lance from speaking without actually touching him. “No, no, I don’t - I mean, I think I’d like to go on a date with you.”

Lance frowned. “You think?”

“I don’t know! Are you serious about this?”

“How often do I have to tell you that I’m serious? What kind of joke would this be?!”

“I don’t know! I thought - I thought you were mocking me or something!” Keith exclaimed before self-consciously looking down. “You never gave an explanation, you just suddenly started with all these jokes and I didn’t know what to think. I just… I never thought you were serious.”

For a while, there was silence between them. Lance just looked at Keith, confident, self-assured Keith who was almost curling in on himself and wondered how he could have come to that conclusion. But no matter how he twisted it, he couldn’t figure it out - Lance had been flirting nonstop for two months, he had hung out with him more and touched him more and smiled at him more, nothing about it should have given the impression of a joke. As usual, he had troubles understanding how Keith’s brain worked.

A vague smile snuck onto his face. Lance had always liked a challenge.

“Well,” he drawled while taking a step closer. Keith’s head snapped up, eyes immediately locking on Lance’s when he leaned close enough that their foreheads were almost touching. “I can assure you that it’s not a joke. So, what do you say? Yay or nay?”

The tiny flicker from Keith’s eyes to his mouth was all the warning Lance got before Keith’s lips were suddenly pressing against his. It was unexpected but certainly not unwelcome, he missed them the instant they were gone. Why did Keith always have to do everything so quickly?! He didn’t even have time to enjoy the kiss, his mouth had barely lingered long enough for Lance to process that it was there before it was gone again.

“Um. Yes,” Keith said quietly. That snapped Lance out of his daze. One look at Keith showed him that he was blushing like crazy, but his eyes were as open and earnest as ever. 

Slowly, a grin stretched over Lance’s face. Keith wanted to date him. Keith. Keith.

“Awesome,” he breathed. He was so happy that he felt like laughing. “That’s hella awesome. Kiss me again?”

Keith’s expression brightened and he was quick to comply.

[torptororo]

Smutty Klance Fanfic

           Cuffs

 “I need all the Paladins to the main deck for a new training exercise!” Allura’s voice blared over the speakers, waking everyone up. Keith launched himself out of bed, hoping it would be some kind of fighting task. Hunk rolled out of his bed and tied his headband around his head. Shiro was already up, doing pushups in his room. Pidge groaned at the early hour, but began to follow the others down the hallway. Lance remained in bed, his headphones blocking out Allura’s voice.

           “Okay, so today… wait, where’s Lance?” Allura began, until she noticed a missing Paladin. “It’s fine I can explain the exercise to you four and then one of you can explain it to him!” She beamed. Not a second later she whipped out a handful of things that looked like bracelets. “These, if you don’t recognize them already, are handcuffs! These are what that woman used to leave Lance tied up to that tree awhile ago.” Keith smirked. “I’m glad you seem excited Keith!” Allura said, noticing his grin.

           “Oh, uh, yeah sure Allura,” he responded, looking away.

           “Okay, so here’s the exercise! Everyone will group into pairings of their choice and then they will be connected for the next few days, and that will be for everything. We have to be completely comfortable with everyone!” She smiled, looking a bit too excited for this training exercise.

           “But Allura, there are only five Paladins, yourself included, so is Shiro being left out?” Pidge chimed in.

           “Oh no no! Shiro will participate like all of us!” Allura reassured Pidge.

           “I will be the only one not participating,” Coran called from across the room, “My duties around the castle are mine alone, and I shall keep it as such!”

           “Okay! So pair up!” Allura said, Shiro immediately stepping to her side. He grinned at her and she felt her face grow a little warm. Pidge threw her elbow into Hunk, indicating her choice of partner. That left Keith by himself.

           “Oh guys no, come on, don’t make me pair off with Lance,” Keith said, almost sounding desperate. The last thing he wanted was to be handcuffed to Lance for however long Allura decided to torture him for.

           “Sorry Keith, training is training,” Shiro said, throwing him his set of cuffs. He then proceeded to cuff his wrist to Allura’s.

           “Now remember, these cuffs have a bit of slack, allowing about five feet of distance,” Allura said, pulling her wrist away from Shiro’s to show a glowing beam. “Now here you two are,” she said, tossing the other cuffs to Pidge and Hunk.

           “This exercise will be a breeze,” Pidge said, “Hunk you don’t mind staying up a little later than normal to help me with my research do you?”

           “Nope,” Hunk replied, “As long as you won’t mind being in the kitchen so I can make dinner.” Pidge nodded.

           “Alright Keith, you bring your cuffs to Lance and begin the exercise.” Allura instructed. Keith looked down at the cuffs in his hands and nodded, slowly turning and walking towards Lance’s room. He walked down the hallway slowly, trying to enjoy his last few moments of peace before being connected to Lance for a few days. He arrived in front of Lance’s room and huffed, clicking the door to open. There he saw Lance sleeping, his headphones still covering both of his ears. His mouth was parted open, ‘He looks so… kissable,’ Keith thought, before shaking his head, ‘what the hell? Gross.’ He walked across the room quietly, stopping still when Lance began to talk.

           “K-Keith, wait..” Lance mumbled. Keith squinted his eyes at Lance and whispered back.

           “Wait for what? Your dumbass didn’t get out of bed.” He took another step forward.

           “Nnghh…” Lance moaned. Keith stopped completely his face turning bright red at the sound. ‘What the fuck is he doing?!’ Keith thought, moving forwards again. He reached out and touched Lance’s arm.

           “Lance, wake up.” Keith said, shaking him a little.

           “K-keith… so… nghh…” Lance responded, before jolting up, his headphones falling off. “Keith?! What the hell man?!” Keith glared down at him, crossing his arms over his chest. Keith dangled the cuffs in front of Lance’s face.

           “W-whoa there Keith, I didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff man,” Lance said, his voice almost sounding a bit nervous. Keith felt the blood rush to his face.

           “It’s for a training exercise and we were assigned as partners for it,” he said, turning his face away from Lance. He clipped his cuff onto his wrist then went to grab Lance’s wrist.

           “Whoa, whoa, right now?!” Lance said, adjusting his blanket to fall over his midsection. “Can’t I go the bathroom first?”

           “Fine make is fast, Allura will be pissed if she sees that we aren’t connected yet though.” Keith sighed. “Meet me in my room when you’re done.” He said, exiting Lance’s room. Lance sighed, lifting up the blankets.

           “I hope he didn’t notice…” he sighed, getting up and rushing to the bathroom. After fully situating himself he left the bathroom and went to Keith’s room. He clicked the door open. “Alright. I’m as ready for this as I ever will be,” Lance said, extending his arm forward to Keith. Keith got up from his desk and cuffed the remaining cuff onto Lance’s wrist. The two looked at each other and huffed. “So how long do we have to do this?”

           “For however long Allura makes us,” Keith responded as he began to walk out of the room.

           “Whoa, slow down there,” Lance said, being tugged after him. “Where are you going? Because I need to take a shower!”

           “You haven’t showered yet?! I thought that’s what was taking you so long in the bathroom!” Keith huffed, stopping to turn to Lance.

           “Uh, no, have you showered today?” Lance said, trying to avoid the bathroom topic.

           “No, I shower at night, which is something you’ll have to get used to.” Keith stated, beginning to walk forwards again, until he was unable to. “Hey what the—,” he started, looking behind him he saw Lance sitting on the floor, with his arm held up. “Lance what the hell are you doing?”

           “I’m protesting,” he responded. Keith rolled his eyes, ‘These next few days are going to kill me,’ he thought.

           “Fine, we can go shower.” He said, sighing.

           “So, quick question, this thing doesn’t seem to give us enough space to use to showers…” Lance said, pulling his wrist to show the lack of space it gave the two of them. Keith’s face began to turn red as he realized what Lance was getting at. ‘I can’t shower with Lance! What if I said something stupid or complement his body or—what the hell am I thinking?!’ Keith shook his head.

           “The point of the exercise is to be fully comfortable around your partner.” He said, trying to remain calm.

           “I wish I had been partnered with Allura, I bet she has a bangin’ bod,” Lance said, grinning to himself. Keith rolled his eyes. ‘I’ll have nothing to worry about if he keeps talking.’ He thought. The two began to walk down the hallway together to the bathrooms. They got into the bathroom and then the two began to realize another problem with the use of the showers.

           “Uh, Keith, the way these cuffs are on us… will we be able to fully undress on our own?” Lance said, looking at the cuffs then back at himself. ‘Fuck he’s right, we will at least need to help each other with our shirts,’ Keith thought.

           “I should only need help with my shirt,” he responded, not making eye contact with Lance.

           “Right, I mean same, I should be fine to do everything else on my own then too…” Lance began to trail. ‘He didn’t want help with any else… did he?’ Keith thought, looking over at Lance from the corner of his eye.

           “Here, help me,” Keith said, using one hand to begin to lift off his shirt. Lance looked over at him and nodded, reaching out to grab his shirt. Keith swallowed nervously, feeling Lance’s fingertips touching his side. He raised his arms up and Lance pulled his shirt up and off of him. The beam allowed the shirt to pass through it.

           “Oh look at that! The clothing safely going through the beam! Sweet, I guess we can do our shirts on our own after all!” Lance said, tugging his own shirt off. Keith watched, biting his lip a little.

           “Uh, you okay man?” Lance asked, noticing the onlooker.

           “Oh yeah, sorry, just zoned out,” Keith said, leaning down to pull his boots off. The two got down to their boxers and looked at each other.

           “Sh-should we just keep these on?” Lance asked, looking away from Keith, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

           “No, the exercise is to be completely comfortable with the other person, it will be fine, we’re both guys anyways.” Keith responded, “This must be more uncomfortable for the others, both of them being of the opposite sex and all…” he trailed off. ‘Yeah maybe if I wasn’t so fucking gay this wouldn’t be so damn uncomfortable,’ he thought to himself, looking away from Lance.

           “If you say so dude, but I guess I should let you know this before you make the choice… I’m actually bisexual. If that makes you uncomfortable I completely understand and--,” Lance began before Keith tugged his boxers down. “And… okay I guess it doesn’t make you uncomfortable then!” He finished.

           “We will stand back to back and take turns facing the water. Got it?” Keith said, feeling Lance’s movements to take his own boxers off.

           “Uh yeah, that works for me,” Lance said. Keith walked forwarding, forcing Lance to walk backwards. Keith stopped in front of the shower without warning, causing Lance to bump into him. Keith’s face turned bright red at the feeling of Lance’s naked body touching his own.

           “Lance watch it!” He snapped, turning the shower on.

           “S-sorry, I didn’t know you had stopped walking,” Lance responded. The two were able to shower without any problems… almost. On one of the rotations Lance lost his footing, slamming into Keith, plummeting them both onto the shower floor. Lance landed on his ass with legs wrapped around Keith, who had landed ontop of Lance. Keith had managed to land on his hands and knees, but his face was against Lance’s chest.

           “Ow…” Lance said, “Oh my god, I-I…” he started, looking at Keith, who was slowly pulling his face away from Lance’s chest. “I’m so s-sorry Keith I slipped and I--,” he started, before Keith’s face was only a few inches away from his own.

           “Lance…” he started, his eyes piercing into Lance’s.

           “Uh… what is it?” Lance said, turning his head to the side and unwrapping his legs from Keith’s torso.

           “I-I hate you.” Keith said, pulling his face away and beginning to stand up. He grabbed Lance my the arm and helped him up as well. ‘What the fuck was that you idiot?! You had the chance to kiss him… to maybe of even done more and all you say is I hate you?!’ He thought to himself, standing up fully now, turning the shower off. The two dried themselves off in silence, then dressed and left the bathroom. The two walked down the hallway, using all the slack they could from the cuffs. Lance eyed Keith without turning his head, finding himself eyeing him up and down. ‘Keith really does have a nice body…’ Lance thought before stopping himself, ‘What the hell dude, Keith is your rival you can’t be checking him out!’ Keith suddenly stopped and faced Lance.

           “Lance, I think we should act like what happened never did happen. Agreed?” He asked, looking sternly over at Lance.

           “Oh uh, yeah totally Keith!” Lance said, rubbing the back of his head nervously with his hand. ‘Though I can’t stop thinking about it…’ Lance thought to himself.

           “Let’s go get something to eat then,” Keith said, starting off towards the kitchen, pulling Lance behind him. The two entered the kitchen where they found Hunk already cooking and Pidge perched on the counter right next to him.

           “Oh hey guys,” Pidge said, “how’s your training going?” She asked, trying to hold back giggles. Keith huffed and Lance just grinned.

           “It’s been a breeze, nothing easier than being cuffed to my good buddy Keith,” Lance responded, throwing his arm over Keith’s shoulder. Keith glared over at Lance, pushing his arm away. “So what’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Lance asked, going on his tip toes to try and peer over Hunk’s shoulder.

           “Trying some new stuff with the green goop, trying to add some form of flavor to it,” Hunk responded, continuing to prepare the meal. “Should be done in about a half hour, if you guys wanna come back then,” he said.

           “Sure, thanks Hunk,” Keith said, beginning to walk out of the kitchen.

           “Whoa, wait up there!” Lance shouted, being dragged out of the kitchen. “Keith slow down, you seem more pissed off then usual man, what’s up with you?” Keith didn’t stop walking until reaching his room, dragging Lance into the room with him. He sat down on his bed and covered his face with his hands.

           “Lance. I’m not pissed off, I’m just… frustrated.” Keith said, shifting uncomfortably. Lance sat down next to him.

           “Isn’t being frustrated like the same thing as being pissed?” He asked, tilting his head. Keith huffed and looked at Lance dead in the eyes.

           “No Lance, I’m FRUSTRATED.” He said, pressing his legs together, his face bright red. Lance’s eyes widened and blood rushed to his face.

           “Whoa Keith, but I thought you were straight or…” Lance started.

           “I’m not.” Keith interrupted. Lance looked down at his lap.

           “Are you bisexual then?” He asked, growing a little curious.

           “Just gay.” Keith replied, looking away from Lance. Lance put a hand on Keith’s shoulder.

           “Hey man, I’m glad you told me, means you trust me right?” He asked, smiling a little.

           “Lance I more than trust you… I’m attracted to you.” Keith mumbled, still facing away from Lance. Lance’s eyes widened again.

           “Is this a joke, Keith?” Lance asked, “You’re always so angry around me…”

           “Its not a joke Lance,” Keith responded sharply. He finally turned to face Lance, his face beet red. “Please don’t make a joke about my feelings either.” He said. Lance stared at Keith’s face blankly, unsure of what to do. ‘Should… I kiss him? Do I tell him I feel the same way?’ Lance thought, unconsciously leaning closer to Keith’s face. ‘His lips looks so kissable and…’

           “Mmmf!?” Lance heard the sound muffled against Keith’s mouth as Keith had closed the gap that Lance had already begun to close. Keith’s eyes were shut firmly, whereas Lance’s were wide open in shock. After a few seconds Keith pulled away, his eyes refusing to meet Lance’s. Lance sat for a moment, breathless, before grabbing the back of Keith’s head pulling him in for another kiss. Lance ran his fingers delicately through Keith’s hair, smiling into the kiss. When the two finally pulled away from each other, Lance smiled at Keith’s blushing face.

           “Lance…” Keith started.

           “Keith, the feelings are mutual, they have been for awhile now.” Lance said, brushing his thumb under Keith’s chin. Keith’s breath hitched at hearing this, looking directly into Lance’s eyes.

           “You’re… sure?” He asked, bringing his hand up to hold Lance’s.

           “Yes. Especially after that… slip up in the shower…” Lance said, a smirk on his face.

           “That and the dreams?” Keith asked, smiling a bit himself, remembering Lance sleep talking that morning.

           “Dreams? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lance said nervously, looking away.

           “Oh no?” Keith asked, pushing Lance down against the bed, crawling over on top of him. “Should I refresh your memory myself then?” He smirked. Lance’s face lit up bright red. Suddenly a knock on the door caused both of them to freeze.

           “Hey guys, lunch is ready!” Hunk called through the door. Keith pulled himself off of Lance and off of the bed, then extended his had to Lance.

           “Let’s go,” he said. Lance looked at him and sighed, taking his hand. “Don’t worry… I’ll take care of you later,” Keith whispered into his ear. Lance swallowed hard and nodded, ‘holy shit...’ he thought, following Keith out of the room and to the kitchen. The two walked into the kitchen and were greeted by the two other pairs.

           “Hello you two! How has your training been?” Allura asked, handing them their plates.

           “Its been going well, not as insufferable as I thought,” Keith said, smirking at Lance.

           “Uh! Yeah, I knew it wouldn’t be bad being cuffed to my good buddy Mullet!” Lance said, laughing nervously. The two sat down across the table from the others. The six ate quickly, barely saying a word to anyone.

           “Hunk… this is really good,” Pidge said in between bites. Hunk just smiled. Everyone finished and got up from the table.

           “Shiro and I will do the dishes! You four can go back to doing your daily things,” Allura said, collecting everyone’s plates and silverware. Hunk and Pidge left the kitchen and headed towards Pidge’s room.

           “You two going to be okay?” Shiro, noticing a weird tension between Keith and Lance.

           “Yeah we’ll be great!” Lance said, as Keith began to leave. “Well guess I’m off!” Lance shouted, hurrying to catch up to Keith before he started to get dragged. “Where are we going Keith?” Lance asked, hoping the answer would be to one of their rooms.

           “We have to get some form of training in today.” Keith responded sternly. Lance’s face dropped. Keith suddenly stopped, shoving Lance into a storage closet. “This will be the perfect place.” He said, closing and locking the door behind them. The two were surrounded by complete darkness.

           “Uh… Keith I can’t see anything… what’s going on? Keith…? Keith?!?!” Lance began, stopping then he felt Keith pressed his body against his, pinning him against a wall.

           “A training exercise Lance, if we’re supposed to get completely comfortable with each other we should be able to find each other in dark places, don’t you agree?” Keith whispered into Lance’s ear. Lance bit his lip and nodded against Keith’s shoulder. “Heh… that’s what I thought.” Keith said, biting Lance’s ear a little. A soft moan escaped Lance’s mouth. Keith’s hands found Lance’s hips and he began to trail his fingertips up and down Lance’s side. Lance began to press his hips against Keith’s, growing impatient. “Hm? What’s wrong Lance?” Keith said, pressing back.

           “Y-you’re such a tease Keith,” Lance said. Keith grinned, sliding his hands to push Lance’s shirt up and off of him. Once off, Keith trailed his fingers around Lance’s nipples. Lance winced at the feeling, “W-whoa… careful… p-please…” Lance moaned. Keith pulled his hands away to remove his own shirt, tossing it somewhere into the dark. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Lance’s and leaned his neck down, his face on Lance’s neck. He pressed his lips onto Lance’s skin, starting to suck gently. Lance moaned again, not sure where to put his hands because of the cuffs. So far his arm had just been following where Keith’s had been pulling it. He suddenly felt his arm being tugged down a little. Keith’s body was no longer pressing up against his. He felt Keith’s fingers pulling down his pants and could feel himself getting harder. He felt both his pants and boxers fall to his ankles. Keith wrapped his fingers around Lance’s dick, slowly stroking it. “K-Keith… play nice now…” Lance muttered, biting his lip. He felt Keith’s tongue at his tip, “Mmm… Keith… such a tease…” he moaned. Without warning Keith went from licking Lance’s tip to taking all of Lance’s cock into his mouth. Lance threw his head back, biting his lip, trying not to make too much noise. Keith began to get into a rhythm of back and forth, Lance moving his hips slightly. “I-I’m getting close Keith…” Lance said, his breath hitching. Keith quickly pulled away and stood up, kissing Lance roughly. He pulled away from the kiss and pushed Lance down onto his knees.

           “Your turn pretty boy,” Keith said, taking his own pants off.

           “Aw, you think I’m pretty—?” Lance started to say but was cut of by Keith forcing his erection into Lance’s mouth. Keith placed Lance’s hands onto his hips, allowing Lance to remain balanced. He thrust into Lance’s mouth, causing Lance to gag. Keith pulled away, letting Lance breathe, “Keith… holy fuck… I-I want you to fuck me…” Lance mumbled, trying to catch his breath.

           “What was that Lance? I couldn’t quite hear you,” Keith smirked, pressed his dick against Lance’s face, getting his precum on Lance’s cheek. He proceeded to roughly pull Lance off his knees back to standing, kissing him hard against the mouth. Lance moaned into the kiss and felt as Keith picked him up, Lance wrapping his legs around Keith’s torso. Keith positioned his tip against Lance’s entrance. Lance bit his lip and put his head against Keith’s shoulder. “You ready?” Keith whispered, pressing himself into Lance.

           “Y-yes… do it Keith…” Lance moaned. Keith pushed himself into Lance, ‘Holy shit he’s so tight…’ Keith thought, moaning a bit himself. He began to thrust in a rhythm, Lance holding on tighter, pressing his erection against Keith’s stomach.

           “Heh… someone seems to be enjoying themselves,” Keith said, grinning. “How long has it been since you’ve wanted me, hm?” He asked, picking up the pace.

           “Shut… shup up and fuck me harder,” Lance moaned, biting Keith’s shoulder to quiet himself down. Keith snickered and began to thrust faster, growing close to his climax. “Keith… I’m so close… you keep hitting my spot… so much pressure, its so g-good,” Lance said, his voice muffled against Keith’s shoulder. Keith came into Lance, causing Lance to moan loudly against Keith, as he came onto Keith’s stomach. Keith lowered Lance down, pulling out. “Holy shit Keith…” Lance said, trying to catch his breath.

           “Was it good?” Keith asked, kissing Lance’s neck.

           “It was amazing…” Lance responded, “So… same time tomorrow?” He laughed.

           “Heh, sure, why not.” Keith said, trying to find his clothes in the dark. “I didn’t think this through, he said, finding a shirt and throwing it at Lance, pulling on the other one he found. Once the two were dressed Keith slowly slid the door open, making sure no one was there. The two exited the closet quickly then started down the hall.

           “Hey guys!” They heard Hunk call from behind them, they both froze. They turned to face Pidge and Hunk.

           “Oh hey, what’s up you two?” Lance asked, grinning.      

           “We were going to ask you if you wanted to try some cookies Hunk made… but I am far more interested in why you’re wearing each other’s shirts,” Pidge said, fixing her glasses. The two looked at each other. ‘Shit,’ Lance thought.

           “As apart of the training, if we’re supposed to be completely comfortable with each other we figured sharing clothes should be no big deal,” Keith responded confidently.

           “Hm… I see, well, when you two are ready, Hunk and I will be in the kitchen,” she responded, a hint of a grin on her face. She and Hunk began to walk away.

           “You believe Keith?” Hunk asked her, looking down to see a huge grin on her face.

           “Hell no Hunk, they totally fucked.”

[so-langelo]

Kiss Me With Your Eyes Open

My First Klance au!!!! I’m excited!! Hope you guys like it and :3 

Ari xxx

Lance was famous for his ‘accidents.’

How he ‘accidentally’ mixed the two wrong substances in chemistry and caused a school wide evacuation. 

How he ‘accidentally’ had his leg out and tripped someone who has been mean to Hunk. 

How he ‘accidentally’ dropped thumbtacks onto the wheels of the guy who bullied Pidge’s car and scratching up his precious car. 

So maybe they weren’t really ‘accidents.’

But one thing Lance didn’t plan on was how he truly accidentally fell in love with his best friend. 

Lance didn’t know when it hapened. He didn’t know when he started missing Keith’s adorable annoying mullet or his laugh when he was alone. Or when he started thinking Keith’s lips were just so kissable. But along the way of stupid banter, playful arguments, late-night movie marathons in pillow forts, Lance fell in love with everything about Keith Kogane. 

And Lance is absolutely terrified. 

He has of course dated people in the past, but all those people have never been his best friend. 

Keith was the one he turned to when he had trouble sleeping because his mind is filled with insecurities. He was the one Lance went to when he’s had a bad day. He’s the one Lance always invites over for dinner or just because. He’s the one who knows how Lance exactly likes his coffee. He’s the one Lance first came out to as bisexual.  He was the one whose always there for Lance and Lance couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. 

If Lance told Keith that he was in love with him, it could ruin everything. 

Keith was never good with feelings. He used to brush them off and just push people away. 

It took years for Keith to open up to him. When they met when they were 14, the guy was closed off and had walls higher than the Empire State Building. At first, they couldn’t stand each other, but as the years went on, they got closer and now here they were. 

Lance couldn’t lose his best friend. If he had to hide his feelings for Keith to stay in his life, than he was okay with that, because nothing would break Lance more than losing Keith. 

“It just doesn’t make sense, okay? That humans built the pyramids?! With the etch they had back then? It’s more likely that the moon landing was real.”

Keith was going on about his alien conspiracies and Lance was trying to follow along. But it was hard not to get distracted on how adorable Keith is when he was talking about something he’s passionate about. The way his eyebrows furrowed and how he used these cute hand movements. 

Lance was in so deep. 

“And don’t get me started on Easter Island, it’s not a fucking coinci- Yeah, let’s watch that. I’m in the mood for Blackfish.” Keith adjusted himself on the couch where the two were picking out something to watch on Netflix. 

A half in hour in Keith’s head was was swaying and Lance smiled when he saw Keith’s whose eyes were already half closed. Lance gently pushed his head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around Keith’s middle. 

“Go to sleep, Mullet. We have a history quiz tomorrow.”, Lance said, when Keith tried to argue that he was still watching. That made Keith finally relax into Lance’s side.

They’ve done this a million times, but right now Lance’s heart was racing and he was desperately trying to calm to down. 

This is no big deal. You’re just two friends cuddling. No big deal. 

Lance tried to watch the documentary about the orca, but found himself lulling to sleep, due to the sounds of Keith’s light snores. 

He turned off Netlfix and admired the dark haired beauty in his arms. 

The delicate slope of his nose and the way he looked so peaceful. The way his eyeslashes were just so damn long. The small barely-there freckles. The curve of his lips. Lance’s heart swelled.

“I love you so much, Keith, but I’m a fucking coward and I can only say it when you’re asleep.” He brushed his lips to Keith’s forehead and leaned on Keith’s soft hair and closed his eyes. 

Lance fell asleep, only to miss the small happy grin on Keith’s face because of what Lance just confessed. 

Lance woke up and the first thing he noticed was the empty cavity in his side, which was strange because Keith always woke him up before going to school. 

Lance checked the clock and it was only 7:10 and school started at 8, so where was Keith? He wouldn’t have missed Lance’s mom” homemade breakfast for the world. 

He grabbed his phone, and saw a message:

From: Mullet Man ;)

had to grab something before school, don’t wait for me. see u soon. 

He texted back:

To: Mullet Man ;)

what? no good morning kiss 💋

A second later: 

From: Mullet Man ;)

😘 😘 😘

Lance tried to keep the blush from climbing to his cheeks. He put his face in his hands, “UGH! Why does he do this to me?”

“Mrs. Tran is the Satan incarnate. How the hell am I supposed to remember the exact number of horses that the Union army had at the battle of Gettysburg?! Why the hell are you not studying for this quiz?!”, Lance said to Pidge, while desperately studying his history notes.

“Well because I studied last night, instead of going on a date with my boyfriend.” Pidge had a smug little grin on their face.

“H-he’s not my boyfriend! Shut up!”, Lance shoved Pidge lightly, “Have you seen him by the way? I haven’t seen him all day.”

“He’s not your boyfriend, my ass.  Yeah, saw him with Shiro. We’ll see them at lunch, now come on! I’m hungry.” Pidge dragged by the sleeve to the cafeteria.

They sat down at their usual table with Hunk and Shiro, who grinned at Lance more than usual. He tried not to read into it, because Shro had some days where he acted like a totally different person. 

Lance noticed Keith was still missing. He tried not to pout, so he took some of Pidge’s food, which he got a punch in the shoulder for. 

As he was trying to cram Civil War facts into his mind, a voice brought him out of his concentration. “Lance, can I talk to you?”

Keith stood by his shoulder, wringing his hands nervously. 

Lance smiled at him, and left his stuff at the table. “Sure, Keef.”

Keith groaned at the nickname. “How many times do I have to tell you. Please let that go.”

Lance laughed. “Not ‘til my dying day.”

They walked out of the cafeteria, away from prying ears. 

When they made it to an empty hall, Lance leaned against the wall. “So, what did you want to tlk about?”

“Well...Oh fuck it. Last night, you said something, while you thought I was sleeping. You said you loved me.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. You’re cover has been blown. Mission abort. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit. 

Lance felt his heart drop to the ground. He opened his mouth to apologize to Keith for making things awkward and plead with him to not avoid him, but something interupted him before he even got a word out. 

That something that interupted him were lips. Keith’s lips. 

The kiss was over before Lance realized it, so he stood there like an idiot gaping at Keith. His face felt so hot that he was sure that it was the cause of global warming and the ice caps melting. 

“I just wanted to say that I love you, too.” Keith’s face was flushing in a captivating way. “Please say something, you idiot.”

“Can I get another kiss?”

Keith laughed before placing his soft lips on Lance’s. 

They stayed there for a minute. A minute turned into five. Five turned to ten. The pair kissed until their lips were just couldn’t stop smiling, and they walked back into the cafeteria, hands intertwined. 

Their friends started cheering and wooping, and Keith hid behind Lance’s shoulder, blushing. 

Lance couldn’t think of a time before where he was happier, holding Keith’s hand, and he wanted to feel this way for the rest of his life. 

AHHHH IM SO HAPPY!! FINALLY WROTE THIS!!! 

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!

Comments are truly appreciated and are little gems in my life, so thank you!! 

Thank you for reading! 

Ari xxx