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17 Kisses [Part 3] |Klance|

A/N: Woohoo! It took me 10 days, but I finally finished all 17! Our word count came in at juuuuust below 11K words. Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me through it all!

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Summary:

There's a million different types of kisses in the world. Here we discover 17 of them.

Or:

17 ways Keith and Lance kiss each other. From sitting on the roof watching the sunset to under a waterfall on a planet on the other side of the universe. No matter where they are, they always find each other.

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13. Spiderman

Keith was getting sick of having to pick up Lance’s messes. He would never stop doing it, of course, because he loved that idiot. But it was still frustrating to be roused in the middle of the night by Shiro shaking him awake saying Lance had been captured.

Honestly, Keith was losing the ability to even be surprised.

“Lance,” He whispered into his helmet as he slunk down the hallway, crouched low to the ground, “you owe me for this.”

Through his com, he could hear the sounds of the others fighting. He could hear the lazers and the tussle and he knew he needed to hurry.

As if on cue, Shiro bit out, “Keith, hurry. We can only hold them off for so long!”

“Roger.”

Keith crept along the hallway, grateful to find that most of the patrol had fallen for their distraction and gone off to fight the others. He was able to quickly take down the few remaining sentries and slip through the door waiting at the end. Once inside, he immediately noticed Lance, who was hanging upside down from the ceiling. He had his arms and legs tied together and was hovering just above the ground.

“How do you always end up in these situations?” Keith yelled as he entered the room slowly, searching his surroundings for any hostiles.

“Keith! You came for me!”

“Of course I did.” The room seemed clear so Keith lowered his bayard and rushed to Lance. “But I’d appreciate it if you stopped getting taken. I’m getting sick of having to rescue you.”

Lance rolled his eyes as Keith approached. “Yeah, yeah, just get me down, would you?”

Keith had every intention of cutting Lance down the moment he approached. He truly did. But as he walked up and noticed that Lance was at exactly the right height, well, he couldn’t resist himself. He cupped Lance’s upside down face and leaned in, giving the boy a kiss. Lance kissed back with a small, exasperated sigh.

“Really?”

“You know what? You’re right. I was going to say ‘how many times do I get this opportunity?’ but knowing you, you’ll be tied up again somewhere in a week.”

“Keith!”

He leaned in and pressed one more kiss to Lance’s lips before slicing through the rope that was holding him in one fell swoop. Lance hit the ground with a thud and grumbled as he wriggled out of the restraints.

“Now, c’mon spiderman, we’ve got a team to go help.”

14. Side of the Head

Keith hadn’t been sleeping well. It wasn’t his usual sort of bad sleep, either. He wasn’t tossing and turning in bed, too hot when fully under the covers, too exposed when only partially under. He had been having nightmares--very vivid, terrible nightmares that lingered with him long after he woke. He would jolt up in bed, heart thundering in his chest, his body covered in sweat. His hands would shake, even hours later as he poured a cool glass of water.

Today, in particular, the lack of sleep was catching up to him. He was spacey and irritable--forgetting things and then snapping at the others when they pointed it out. He knew he was being unreasonable, but there was nothing he could do to fight the fogginess in his mind. He considered isolating himself, but it turned out he didn’t need to as everyone was steering clear of him. Even Lance.

He wanted to pretend that it didn’t hurt, but it did, even if he understood why. He knew it was a lose-lose situation; they avoided him and made him feel bad, or they stayed around him and had to deal with his sour mood.

Too tired to train but too cranky to just sit, Keith had taken to angrily pacing the hallways of the castle. He had no real destination so he ended up sort of circling the same corridors over and over again.

“There you are!” Keith stopped at the sound of Lance’s voice. “I’ve been looking for you!”

An angry retort jumped to the tip of his tongue but he bit it back, scrubbing his hands along his face as he turned to look at Lance. “What’s up?”

“C’mere,” Lance stopped, opening his arms wide.

Keith wanted to pretend that he didn’t need the hug, but he did and Lance knew it, too. He took a few steps forward and leaned into Lance, burying his face in Lance’s neck. “You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

“I have been working on something for you,” Lance said softly. “Hopefully it will make you feel better.” He turned and planted a kiss on the side of Keith’s head before pulling away slightly. He snagged one of Keith’s hands, interlocking their fingers. “Want to see?”

Lance didn’t wait for Keith to respond before taking off down the hallway, dragging his grumpy boyfriend behind him. Keith stumbled the first few steps before he was able to catch up with Lance, falling in step with him. Lance glanced at him out of the side of his eyes and squeezed his hand as they approached the door to his room. Keith looked skeptically back at him and then the doors slid open and his breath was taken away.

Lance’s room was enveloped in blankets. He couldn’t see the bed or the desk or even the floor. Lance had created what could only be described as the best, most extravagant blanket fort in existence. The floor was piled with blankets for cushioning and he had draped blankets from every surface he could, creating the perfect canopy.

“You like?” He could feel Lance looking at him for his reaction. He nodded, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him, his bad mood dissolving rapidly. “There’s more.”

They stepped into the room and Lance reached towards the light switch, flipping it on. Instead of the room lights turning on, twinkling fairy lights that he had draped into the canopy illuminated the room in a soft, almost magical glow. Keith kicked his boots off and padded across the blankets, ducking under the canopy so he could enter the blanket fort.

“I’ve never been in one of these,” He murmured as Lance followed him under the canopy and plopped down, leaning his back against some of the blankets he had piled up for them. Upon closer inspection, Keith was able to see that it was actually a mixture of pillows and blankets for maximum comfort.

“You haven’t?” Lance adjusted the pillows around him, propping them against the wall so Keith had a place to sit. Keith shook his head as he sat down next to Lance, leaning against the pillows.

He looked at Lance and couldn’t help but have his breath taken away. Lance looked so beautiful in the soft lighting; his edges seemed to blur, the light surrounding him like a halo. He looked like the angel Keith knew him to be. “Are they always this amazing?”

“No,” Lance scooted a little closer and pulled a blanket across both of their laps. “I made this one especially for a certain grumpy boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so harsh.” He said, even though he knew Lance wasn’t waiting for an apology. Because he was Lance--selfless, caring and understanding. He would never hold Keith’s mood against him. He was more than Keith thought he deserved, but he was so grateful to say that Lance was his anyways. He was touched that Lance had gone out of his way to do something like this. He tried to express that as best as he could. “Thank you. For this. For just, you know, being you.”

Lance leaned over, reaching an arm past Keith and under the blankets next to him. As he reached, he pressed another kiss to the side of Keith’s head. When he pulled back, he had a guitar in his hand that he had been hiding. “Last part of the surprise.”

They readjusted so that Lance was able to prop the guitar in his lap comfortably. Keith moved the small remaining distance between them and laid his head on Lance’s shoulder as he began strumming the opening notes. He loved when Lance played the guitar and sang, but he rarely did it. And he certainly didn’t do it in front of anyone other than Keith.

“What would I do without your smart mouth?” Lance began singing and Keith smiled to himself, settling further into his spot. Lance’s voice was honestly as perfect as the rest of him, but Keith couldn’t deny that he loved being the only one who got to see this side of Lance.

Lance strummed the notes slowly, singing the song beautifully and quietly, filling their blanket fort with the last magical element that it had been missing. Keith’s bad mood had long since faded away and he found himself warm and comfortable, cuddled up to his boyfriend in what could only be described as the perfect moment of bliss.

As Lance continued to play, Keith could feel his eyes slipping shut. Lance’s singing was like a lullaby, relaxing him until he couldn’t fight the sleep any longer. He briefly registered Lance kissing his head before he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, tangled up in the blankets and in Lance, still on the floor in their blanket fort, Keith realized he had never slept better in his life. Lance woke, blinking groggily at him, only to be met with a tender kiss and a soft, “I love you so much.”

15. Cheek

Lance, of all the paladins, was the one everyone expected to be the most excited about all the interviews and photographs being taken of them. After all, Loverboy Lance loved to put on a good show. But the events of the past seemed to have changed him--softened him, almost. Keith could see now the way Lance’s priorities shifted. No longer did he care about pretty girls or big parades, he cared about the people closest to him. He cared exclusively for the people he would put his life on the line for and the ones who would do the same for him.

So, he quietly stood in line with the others, positioned at Keith’s right hand--exactly where he should be--and smiled for the cameras. He didn’t make a big fuss, didn’t demand for more, just obliged patiently to every request. Of course, he did get a few snide remarks in during the interviews. I mean, he was still Lance, after all, just a matured version of Lance.

“Excuse me,” Lance was getting the attention of one of the photographers, his hand placed on Keith’s shoulder, rooting him to his spot. “Will you use this to take a picture of us?” He asked kindly, offering the man his cell phone.

The man took it, a bright smile on his face, clearly honored to be doing a personal request. Keith couldn’t help but smile a little in response. Leave it to Lance to always brighten people’s days and make them feel important.

“Take a photo with me?” Lance asked him then.

“Of course,” Keith took his arm back from Lance before throwing it around Lance’s shoulders and pulling them flush together. Lance responded by throwing his own arm around Keith’s shoulders and smiling big. The photographer was clicking away.

“This is the happiest I’ve seen either of you look!” The photographer commented casually.

The comment struck Keith, though. It was true that he was happiest with Lance, he had never pretended otherwise. But was Lance happiest with him? The thought made his heart swell with love for Lance. He was sunshine personified--he lit up the entire universe and made a positive impact on the life of everyone he touched. He was pure happiness. He made every single one of Keith’s days better and the fact that he got to curl up next to him at the end of the day was nothing short of a dream come true for Keith.

The photographer was still snapping away, clearly having some fun. Keith turned, tightening his arm around Lance’s neck and pulling his face over. He planted a kiss firmly on Lance’s cheek, much to the surprise of both the photographer and Lance. He held that position for a few more clicks of the phone camera before pulling away.

“That was amazing,” The photographer said, finally straightening up and handing Lance his phone back.

They thanked him and he moved along to finish what he was originally supposed to be doing. Lance pulled up the pictures on his phone and scrolled through them. Keith couldn’t stifle the laugh that bubbled up when Lance flipped to the first picture of Keith kissing his cheek. Lance’s eyes were wide and his mouth was open in this huge, cheesy grin. It was adorable. Hilarious, but still adorable.

Keith leaned in to press another kiss to his cheek as Lance tapped through his settings, changing that picture to his phone background.

16. Neck

Lance had a habit of kissing Keith’s neck whenever he went to pull back from a hug. Which, since they had officially started dating, was, like, five times a day. Keith didn’t mind it--oh god no, he loved it. But sometimes it made it hard for him to focus after.

As usual, Lance planted a kiss right where Keith’s neck met his shoulder as Keith began to pull away from their hug. Only this time, it wasn’t just one kiss. It was another, a little higher. And then another, and another, all the way up until he was kissing along Keith’s jaw.

“Lance,” Keith breathed. Not because he didn’t like it, or because he didn’t want it, but because they were standing in the middle of the hallway. They had been hugging because they were about to go their separate ways for a few hours, both having tasks they needed to complete.

“Mm?” Lance hummed, kissing down his neck again.

“What are you doing?” Keith’s hands were on Lance’s shoulders in the perfect position to push the other boy away from him but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to stop what was going on.

Lance pulled away on his own though and Keith frowned. “You're right, we have things to do.” He planted a quick kiss on Keith's lips before heading down the hallway. “I'll come to your room when I'm done!”

The walk down to the control room where he was supposed to be helping Coran with something was long, but not long enough. The butterflies weren't fully settled in his stomach yet and his head still felt a little foggy. He knew he would need to listen to Coran's instructions but his mind kept wandering back to Lance, no matter how much he tried to fight it.

“It's about time you got here!” Coran yelled as he walked through the door, even though he had never said when he would come and help. “We need to start immediately if we're going to make the progress we need.”

He launched into some long-winded explanation about their task, getting sidetracked into no less than three personal stories. Keith, honestly, didn't even try to listen. He wasn't even pretending, either. He was staring over Coran's shoulder, eyes unfocused.

“Keith? Hello? Number four?”

Keith shook his head, focusing back on Coran. “I'm sorry, what were you saying?”

Coran sighed and then pointed at the door. “Go take care of whatever is distracting you. Number five should be finishing soon, she can come help me.”

He didn't wait to be told again, afraid Coran would change his mind. He threw a halfhearted apology over his shoulder as he basically ran through the door. He hustled through the hallways, trying his best to maintain some semblance of composure but he was pretty confident he was failing. He burst through the door to the bridge realizing as he came to an abrupt halt in front of Lance and Allura that he had no plan.

Lucky for him, Lance seemed to be expecting this. “Is it time already?” He asked calmly. He then turned to Allura. “We'll be back soon, it shouldn't take long.”

Allura waved an unconcerned hand, dismissing them. The two walked through the doors and back out into the hallway together. As soon as the doors shut, Lance pressed Keith up against them, lips immediately finding Keith's neck.

“God,” He groaned between kisses, “You took so long, I thought you weren't coming back.”

“You were expecting me?”

“Are you kidding?” Lance pulled back and met his gaze, a smile on his lips, “That was the whole point. I didn't want to help Allura. And I'm sure you didn't want to help Coran.”

Keith wanted to be surprised that Lance had planned the whole thing, but he wasn't. Instead he just smiled back at Lance and said, “So, my room now, then?”

17. Underwater (Waterfall)

Usually when the Paladins took a day off, they spent it on the Castle of Lions. It was nice, but it never truly felt like a day off because the castle only offered limited entertainment options. Because of this, Pidge, of all people, had petitioned hard to have their next day off on a nearby planet. Shiro was the first to back her up and the others quickly agreed. They didn't care which planet they went to, any change of scenery would be welcome.

That being said, the planet they ended up on was spectacular. It was beautiful and luscious and the epitome of paradise. They had landed and practically walked off the ship and into the pool of water at the base of a waterfall.

“Wow,” Hunk spun in a slow circle, taking in their surroundings and voicing everyone's opinions. “This place is amazing.”

“Good going, Pidge!” Lance cried, ruffling her hair.

Pidge made a noise of protest and swatted Lance's hand away but she was smiling. They walked the very short distance to the waterfall in a group and then fanned out around the edge of the pool. The water was crystal clear and glistening. Even through the ripples the waterfall caused, they could see straight to the sandy bottom. The waterfall fell half into the pool and half onto a slightly elevated cliff at the edge of the pool. The mist in the air caught the light, forming a rainbow.

Keith, surprisingly, was the first to take off his shoes, roll up his pants and wade out into the water. Hunk was quick to follow.

“It feels amazing!” Hunk waved the others on, “Come join us!”

Pidge was already seated on the beach, tinkering on one of her many robotic projects. Allura was seated nearby Pidge, but her shoes were off and her hair was down as she relaxed in the sun. Lance wasted no time in stripping down to his boxers and scrambling up the rocks until he was next to where the water was hitting.

“Cannonball!” He yelled, although it gave the others no time to react. He hit the water, the splash soaking both Keith and Hunk.

He emerged from the water only to immediately receive two splashes directly to the face. Keith and Hunk exchanged a fist bump at a job well done. They exited the water after and shed their wet layers until they, too, were only in boxers and then returned to the water. Shiro had settled on the rocks near the waterfall, legs dangling into the water.

He watched from his perch on the rocks, a smile on his face, as the three boys in the water swam around, splashing each other and laughing. It was nice to see them having fun and to hear Pidge occasionally chiming in from the sidelines.

“Lance, your aim is terrible!” Keith cried, easily maneuvering out of the way of Lance's splash.

“It is not!” He replied indignantly.

Pidge piped up, laughing. “It really is, Lance!”

“Oh yeah?” Lance directed his next splash at the shore, aiming for Pidge. He soaked Allura instead. Everyone laughed.

“We're just lucky your aim with a gun is good,” Shiro commented and Lance smiled.

The splashing died down then, but it was mostly because Hunk had latched onto the idea of doing his own cannonball from the ledge and was scrambling up it. Keith and Lance followed, the three of them lining up behind Shiro. Hunk, in an act of sheer bravery, took the dive at a running start. The splash he made rippled out across the water for a few moments before his face broke the surface.

Keith and Lance moved together, past where Shiro was and where Hunk had jumped from, to stand behind the falls. The water cascaded against the rocks, splashing them and causing them to cling tightly to the rock wall behind them. They were already soaked, and it was a good thing because even keeping tight to the rocks couldn’t save them from having some of the water fall straight onto their heads.

“Hey,” Lance said, looking at Keith. Keith glanced back. “This is pretty romantic, right?”

Keith laughed, conceding, "It is."

Lance laughed with him for a moment before taking two steps into the water and pulling Keith flush against his chest. He leaned down to kiss Keith, the cool water pouring over their entire bodies.

“You know I can still see you,” Shiro commented.

“Are they kissing?” Pidge yelled from the shore. They assumed Shiro confirmed because she followed it up with a good natured, “Gross!”

Ignoring them, Keith adjusted, turning slightly so he had his back to the wall and Lance had his back to the cliff, their lips still locked. After a moment, he pulled away and shoved Lance before anything could be said. Lance tumbled off the cliff and into the water below, Keith jumping off a moment later with a laugh echoing in the air behind him.

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