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princelance · 23 days ago

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the only hand you ever need to hold

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“Keeeith! I love you!” The intimidating sentence is out before Keith can slap his hand over Lance’s mouth and silence him. The playground goes silent. The children turn to stare at them. The damage has been done. Keith can feel the familiar anger boil on his tongue as mean words fill his mind. Why can’t Lance understand that that’s not something you can just blurt out to your friend when all your classmates are around? It makes not sense to him why Lance is always so keen on being affectionate, it’s not normal. The silence doesn’t last long and is followed by laughter. Being the center of attention makes Keith want to shrink into the size of an ant, especially since the others are just mocking him for no reason. Ten year olds can be so cruel when they want to. Lance looks around, confused. He blinks his eyes, the intentionally malicious laughter making him frown. Before he can open his stupid, big mouth again, Keith grasps his arm and starts dragging him away. A group of popular kids snicker so loudly that it hurts Keith’s ears. “Are you two gonna go hide somewhere to kiss?” one of them asks. “'Muah, muah, I love you, Keith!'” another tries to mimic Lance’s voice. More ugly laughter. Finally, Lance yanks his arm free and turns back to face the popular kids, lips pursed together in irritation. Keith knows he’s about to explode, so before Lance can do more damage, Keith takes his hand again and forcefully pulls Lance with him. Lance stumbles, almost falls, regains his balance. Unconsciously, he intertwines their fingers. “Keith, hey, wait!” Keith says nothing. Doesn’t look back. Lance’s fingers are almost too hot against his. The other kids fake kissing sounds. Only when he’s sure the other kids can’t hear them, Keith lets go of Lance’s hand and the burning warmth of his best friend’s fingers disappears. Keith didn’t expect to miss the feeling straight away and he has to push the urge to touch Lance again to the back of his mind. Keith gathers his thoughts quickly. “You can’t just say that in front of everyone”, he hisses as quietly as he can. Confusion colours Lance’s expression, but Keith knows he can sense his anger. “What do you mean?” “I mean exactly what I said. You can’t just tell me that you — that you love me or whatever.” Lance puts his hands in his pockets. “But I do love you.” Keith throws his head back, groaning at his friend’s honesty. Lance thinks love is simple. Love isn’t something Lance is ashamed of, love isn’t something to be afraid of. And yet, to Keith it is.

It’s hard for him to talk about his feelings or even recognize them most of the time. It’s not like he doesn’t care for Lance, he definitely does, but... love just scares him. He doesn’t understand it, he’s not used to it and he doesn’t know how to react when Lance shows him affection.

Besides, love is embarrassing. Lance is embarrassing. The other kids aren’t constantly openly declaring how much they like each other. Lance shouldn’t either.

“It’s weird”, Keith mumbles and turns to stare at his shoes. “Everyone already treats us like outsiders. Don’t make it worse.”

“Alright”, Lance agrees with a slow nod of his head. Keith can tell he doesn’t actually get it. “Then, I’ll tell you I love you when no one else is around?”

Keith doesn't know why that idea scares him even more. Hearing the words 'I', 'love' and 'you' is just too much.

“No, don’t”, Keith says more firmly this time. “I don’t like it when you say things like that.”

At that, something in Lance’s expression finally changes. His eyes become distant, the typical joyfulness vanishing. It’s Lance’s turn to stare at the ground.

“Oh”, the boy barely manages to whisper, and Keith prays he’s not close to tears. “Sorry. I just thought... Sorry. I’ll stop.”

Lance is hurt. Really hurt. Keith hates it but he doesn’t regret telling the truth.

“Umh, thanks”, he mutters back.

There’s an awkward pause. Both boys have their eyes and heads turned down. Neither wants to go back to the playground area.

Not for the first time, Keith wonders if there’s something wrong with him. Love, whatever it is, messes with his head. It’s clear that his mother didn’t feel enough love for him, otherwise she would have kept him. Maybe she didn’t understand love either and that’s why Keith is odd, too. Maybe it’s his fault the foster families never really warm up to him. Maybe it’s no wonder his classmates always pick on him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Keith sees how Lance finally raises his head, straightens, clears his throat. Then, he takes Keith’s hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Keith is more than embarrassed when a soft gasp manages to escape his throat. Lance doesn’t seem to notice, but Keith still wants to pull his hand back and put some badly needed distance between them. Lance’s skin is soft, possibly even warmer than before. It’s suffocating.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this either, but I still want to thank you for being my friend”, Lance says, sincerity in his voice, loyalty in his ocean eyes. “Thanks for being the best friend anyone could ever have.”

The thing is, Lance is also someone who doesn’t fit in. Lance is someone who is too loud, too clingy, too flashy to ever become a popular kid. Lance is too much but never really enough either.

“I hope I can be your best friend forever.”

And isn’t that just the lamest thing that has come out of this boy’s mouth today? Keith almost sticks out his tongue in disgust, but the look in Lance’s eyes lets him know that his friend is serious. The words in the wind, the faint smell of chlorinated water, the sight in front of him, it all looks like a promise.

Keith’s mouth falls slightly open without his permission. He’s so surprised by Lance’s straightforwardness that he forgets he’s supposed to feel uncomfortable, supposed to hate being this close to another human being.

Keith looks at their hands. Lance, most likely without even realizing it, caresses Keith’s fingers with his thumb. Keith doesn’t think he has ever felt anything as tender before. The warmth that radiates from Lance could probably choke him to death, but the feel of his hand is actually quite soothing.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand how Lance can be so soft or why Lance always has to be so... Lance.

When their eyes meet again, Lance shows him a big smile. It has to be the biggest one Keith has ever seen. The sunlight highlights Lance’s every good feature and glues Keith’s eyes to him, permanently. That’s what it feels like at least.

Lance laughs at his awestruck expression and the sound echoes around them. Without warning, Keith’s heart skips a beat. A very strange kind of beat that leaves him feeling like —

To be honest, Keith doesn’t even know. He has no idea what to call this feeling. It’s both gentle and nervous, it tugs at his heartstrings, causes him to hold his breath. The feeling forces his eyes down to his friend’s lips.

What the hell is this?

Lance shines bright. Keith is afraid the sun in front of him will one day make him blind, but all he can do is stare at his best friend, blink his eyes like an idiot and pray that Lance will spare his eyes.

He tries to get his lips to work, to repeat Lance’s words, but his mouth only hangs open, useless. He settles for nodding.

I want to be your best friend forever, too. It’s hard to say that out loud.

The bell rings.

The break is over, they have to go back to class.

Lance lets go of Keith’s hand and walks ahead of him. Not one bit ashamed, he yells, “Keith Kogane is my best friend! Did you all hear that?”

Some of the kids give them strange looks. That, too, embarrasses Keith immensely, but Lance just sounds so... incredibly proud. Proud to call Keith his best friend.

Lance whirls around and flashes a huge grin. He’s missing a tooth. The corners of Keith’s mouth tug up.

Maybe Lance has actually found a way to let Keith know how much he cares about him without scaring him away.

- - - -

Fidgeting with the sleeves of his bright red jacket, Keith waits, standing awkwardly in the doorway. The house in front of him is so full of life that it’s almost overwhelming. He feels completely out of place.

An empty house is like a paradise to Keith. He’s safe when no one’s talking, he’s safe when he stares at the mute stars at night.

It’s funny. Despite everything, his favourite person in the entire world is someone who never shuts up. It’s very clear that Lance’s family is just as loud as he is.

They’re supposed to go to the movies today. Lance’s friends Pidge and Hunk have also been invited, which is why Keith decided to show up at Lance’s house a bit earlier. He hoped he could have some quality time with his best friend before the others arrived.

Nervously, he takes a quick glance at his watch. Unfortunately, for a 12-year-old, Lance takes forever to get ready.

“Cool jacket”, Lance’s older brother comments as he walks past Keith to his rusty bike. Keith isn’t sure if the compliment was honest or not. There’s a smirk on the boy’s face, like he knows something Keith doesn't.

“Thanks”, he replies anyway.

Lance was the one who told him that red was his colour. Keith thinks red makes him look like he’s seeking attention on purpose. Nevertheless, here he is, wearing the too-bright jacket Lance gave him for his birthday.

“Just a sec, Keith!” Lance shouts from the bathroom. Four seconds later he stumbles into the room, yelps and falls facedown to the floor. The growth spurt has made him slightly clumsy.

Upon hearing her son’s distressed cry, Lance’s mum calls his name, sounding only a little worried. This probably happens quite often, Keith muses.

“I’m fine!” Lance yells back. He takes deep, exaggerated breaths, acting like he had just ran a marathon, and then turns to Keith and flashes him a smile. He’s wearing a bright blue hoodie with bright blue shoes.

Looking at Lance’s outfit, Keith can’t stop his grin. The two of them don’t match at all, they’ll probably look horrible standing next to each other.

It’s amazing.

Lance’s mother appears from the kitchen, leaning against the door and crossing her arms across her chest. She stares at Lance with one eyebrow raised. It is the same face Lance makes when he knows Keith is lying. She says something in Spanish that makes Lance giggle, and then the boy has to lean down to receive a forehead kiss from her.

Then Lance hurries to press a quick kiss to the top of his little brother’s head. He traps his little sister with his arms before she can get away and kisses her cheek. “Muah! Love ya!”

His brother sticks his tongue out at him.

“Yuck!” his sister pretends to gag.

Lance laughs at the disgusted faces they’re making. He beams, like always, and once again Keith can only stare, stare, stare. Lance’s whole being radiates the words I love you whenever he’s with his family.

Keith doesn’t understand why he’s suddenly hit by a wave of sadness. He turns to look at his hands and the jacket he got from his best friend.

The door behind him is still open. Keith wonders whether he should close it. The wind is cold today, so are his fingers.

- - - -

“Keith, I think I want to become an astronaut when I grow up.”

Lance’s words instantly make Keith’s heartbeat grow louder. Excitement pours out of his mouth when he asks, “You like him, right?”

“Dude, Shiro is sooo cool!” his friend exclaims, hopping onto Keith’s bed and throwing his hands up. “I can’t believe you’re living with someone who’s going to go to space in a few years! And Shiro looks like he's got super strength or something, you know? Like he could lift a car over his head.”

Agreeing, Keith nods his head, enthusiastic. “He is very strong.”

“Right?”

They’re like two fanboys.

Lance sighs. “Shiro is like a hero.” The words sound both dreamy and sorrowful. “I wanna be like him one day. I know it won’t be easy, but... do you think I could do it?”

“Do what?”

“Be the greatest space explorer in the world?”

Yes. Keith believes in Lance with his whole soul.

But before he can answer, there’s a knock at the door.

“Sorry to interrupt...” Shiro opens the door, slowly, like he’s afraid of scaring the boys.

Lance and Keith immediately turn to face him, eager to know what he has to say. Shiro gives them a quick, funny look. Their eyes must be practically sparkling.

“I made pancakes. Would you like some?”

“Yes!” Lance screams and it sounds like a shout of victory.

“We’ll be right there”, is Keith’s polite reply.

Shiro nods once, then closes the door again, silently. The moment the door is shut, the boys turn to look at each other again and, yep, Lance’s eyes are shining.

“Did you see those muscles? How often does he work out? I can’t believe I’m going to eat something he made”, Lance blabbers, leaning closer to Keith and trying to whisper so that Shiro won’t hear, but, well, he has never been good at being quiet.

Keith can only laugh. He feels deliriously happy for some reason. Giddy, even. There’s something warm blooming in his chest and as he looks at Lance’s cheerful eyes, his stomach flutters with something wonderful.

Wonderful but also scary.

Keith is feeling too much at once, it’s impossible to hide or bury his emotions right now.

He has always wanted a brother. An actual brother. The temporary foster siblings were meant to be nothing but just that: temporary. Shiro is different. Keith can already feel it, in his heart, in his soul, wherever the hell his emotions are supposed to reside. He's only known Shiro for a few days, but it really does feel like there’s a connection. There’s a bond between them and that bond lets Keith pretend they are related. Blood.

Being around Shiro gives him a feeling he doesn’t know how to describe. It’s a feeling Keith thought he’d never experience.

For the first time in his life, Keith hopes he gets adopted.

Lance stretches out his long legs and then hops off the bed. “Okay, let’s go! I’m getting kinda hungry.”

His eyes are still full of wonder and his hair is messier than usual as he offers Keith his hand. Keith doesn’t think twice before taking it, instantly craving the warmth he knows Lance’s skin can give him.

Keith feels like a fool. How can Lance be so beautiful? Is it normal for a boy to be that beautiful? Is it normal to think that boys are beautiful?

Lance is not the first boy Keith has thought of as pretty, but his best friend truly has to be the most breathtaking one. An unfinished masterpiece.

He’ll ask Shiro about this later. The thought alone forces a huge smile to his face.

A brother. He’s got a brother now. Someone he trusts as much as he trusts Lance.

The smell of freshly baked pancakes fills Keith’s sharpened senses as they enter the kitchen hand in hand. The food is so hot it hurts his tongue at first, but the second degree burns on his palm were made by his best friend’s gentle fingers.

Shiro tells them about his latest school projects. Keith can’t take his eyes off Lance, only half listening to what his new big brother is saying.

Shiro says he loves the sky, loves their planet, loves the universe too much not to explore it. Lance’s face lights up when he imagines himself twinkling up there together with the stars.

Maybe, Keith starts to think. Maybe I’ll become an astronaut, too.

Running away from Earth to a place where everyone is equally lost, escaping to the infinite with Shiro and Lance… That doesn’t sound bad at all.

- - - -

“I don’t know, sometimes it kind of feels like there’s something wrong with me. Like, am I straight or am I gay?”

The question earns a frown from Keith. Trying his best to think of something wise to say, he stares at the ceiling, but his eyelids are starting to grow so, so heavy.

How could Keith know the answer if Lance himself doesn’t?

It’s pitch black outside. Lance’s old lava lamp spins colours all around the room, painting the sleepy boys in different shades of blue. The mattress underneath Keith is uncomfortable, but Lance’s room is safe and warm like always. A quick look at the clock reveals that it’s almost three in the morning. They’re the only ones still awake.

“But it is true that I like girls a lot. A looot. Girls are the most glorious creatures on this planet. Or on any planet for that matter.”

Keith merely shrugs. Lance probably can’t even see it.

“That means I... can’t be gay, right?”

Instead of his eyelids, Keith’s chest now feels heavy. He stares at the dancing lights, stares at nothing, and grits his teeth. Lance’s words manage to leave him heavy-hearted.

Keith knows he likes boys. Has known for some time now. It’s cool. Great even. He accepts it, has never seen it as “a problem”, but…

Sometimes, when he catches himself staring at Lance and wishing he could taste that annoyingly loud laughter or tell him how beautiful he looks when the morning sun first touches his grumpy face, a pang of guilt swallows him whole. Keith feels like he’s lying to Lance, like he’s betraying his best friend’s trust.

“W-would it...” Keith pauses to swallow so that he can get his strangely shaky voice under control. He doesn’t want to feel guilty about something like this, but the truth is that Lance’s opinion matters a great deal to him. “Would it be so bad if you were gay?”

Lance’s nose wrinkles. He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t think it’s bad. I’m just... confused?”

Before Keith can say anything, Lance turns on his side to look at him, propping his head in his palm. In the dark, his freckles remind Keith of the black stars he drew in art class last week. He raises an eyebrow at the pout on his friend’s face, and Lance puffs out his cheeks in frustration.

“Keith, do you think aliens have to think about stuff like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, do they ever wonder whether they’re gay or straight?”

A soft groan fills the room as Keith covers his eyes with his hand. Alright, sounds like it’s time to finally go to sleep. He’s way too tired to ponder how aliens view sexuality.

Keith rolls over, turning his back to Lance. “Let’s think about that tomorrow.”

“Keeeith.”

“Tomorrow.”

“This is super important!”

“Good night.”

There’s a long pause. Keith waits, Lance stays quiet. Finally, the rustle of the bed sheets lets him know that Lance has turned to face the wall, too.

“Night”, Lance mumbles.

Silence falls.

Instead of the swimming blue, Keith decides to focus on the few dark spots the ugly lava lamp can’t touch. He clears his mind of aliens and tries to think about nothing.

Lance’s soft breathing is loud in his ears. The sound is distracting, it disturbs his sheep-counting. Thinking about nothing doesn’t work, either. His head is filled with thoughts about liking boys and liking Lance and Lance maybe liking both girls and boys. He wonders if his breathing is just as loud to Lance.

Eventually, Keith shrugs inwardly. He should enjoy this while he still can and enter the dreamland as soon as possible. Once Lance falls asleep, he snores so bad the walls could fall down.

But instead of falling asleep, Keith hears himself whisper, “You know... there are other possibilities than just gay and straight.”

A moment passes. It seems like Lance’s breathing, which was so loud barely a second ago, has stopped altogether.

Keith can’t figure out if he said something wrong. He doesn’t think he did. Maybe Lance didn’t even hear what he said.

“Huh”, Lance finally says, letting Keith know that he really is thinking about it, trying to reach a conclusion.

Keith bites his lip. “Besides... any guy or girl would be lucky to have you as their boyfriend. You really are... one of a kind.”

Like lightning, Lance sits up and gasps, clearly overacting. Keith doesn’t have to see him to know that he’s grinning.

Fire invades Keith’s cheeks. He curses under his breath and covers his ears with his pillow. Why do humans have to get so emotional when they’re tired?

“Aww, Keith –”

“Don’t start.”

“Keith, my friend, my buddy, the pal of my heart –”

“Lance, I swear to god —”

“That was… That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

The rest of Keith’s complaints die on his lips. He knows Lance well enough to know when he’s being honest. Keith’s words meant a lot to him.

“That was the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a really long time, actually.”

All of a sudden, Keith’s heart is soaring and he doesn’t like the feeling at all. Here he goes again, imagining how much safer the night would be if they could sleep under the same blanket, if he could hold Lance the way he really wants to. Here he goes again, thinking he could love Lance the way Lance wants to be loved.

A rush of panic follows the dangerously tender thoughts. At this rate he’s going to say something he’ll later regret. Something they’ll both regret.

So, instead of telling Lance that he meant every single word, Keith blurts out the first words that form on his lips, “Yeah, but the downside of dating you would be that you’re kind of ugly.”

Lance hits him with his pillow. Hard. He deserved that, Keith knows he did. He forgives himself for lying because there’s still joy in Lance’s voice when he tells Keith to go screw himself and then starts snoring.

- - - -

The most frustrating thing about Lance is that he’s so goddamn lovable.

Keith spells in one of his notebooks with big, black letters, almost furious as he thinks about Lance and his goofy smile. It’s unfair, he decides. He never stood a chance against the sunshine.

Alright, true, maybe Lance isn’t someone who catches your eye right away. But he should be. The moment you realize how big the heart that Lance guards in his chest truly is, you’ll know you can leave your entire soul under his care. And when he smiles at you so big his eyes almost turn into crescents and his laughter echoes through your body… Once you really get to know Lance, how can you not fall in love?

If you asked Keith, he’d say his friend focuses too much on romance. Lance complains daily about not having a girlfriend and spends way too much time worrying about what others think of him.

If you asked Keith, he would never admit that he thinks about Lance as much as Lance thinks about girls. Too often they are both distracted by their daydreams, images of impossible alternate realities. Keith doesn’t think of himself as a particularly creative person, but when it comes to Lance, his brain seems to go wild.

Bored with the current lesson, Keith stares out of the classroom window and lets his mind wander. Immediately he ends up thinking about his best friend’s lips. It makes his nose wrinkle.

Lips. The first thing his mind wants to imagine is Lance’s lips. His stupid, little brain wants him to go and kiss Lance.

Keith rolls his eyes but doesn’t even try to think about anything else. He’s curious. What would it be like to kiss Lance? How would his lips feel? Soft? Or rough? Would he smell safe and welcoming like his room or would he smell fresh like the shower gel he uses? How does Lance kiss?

Keith closes his eyes, lets the thoughts take over.

Lance would be... clumsy but eager. He would run his fingers through Keith’s hair, he would pull and caress, again and again, just to hear Keith sigh. As a payback, Keith would steal Lance’s breath right out of his lungs until Lance melted in his arms. They would be chest to chest, heart to heart, and Lance’s hand would find his.

Yeah. That’s how it would go. And Keith wants it badly.

He opens his eyes again.

So. He’s in love with his best friend. Fun.

It’s not like Keith is lying to himself though. Nothing more than friendship will ever happen between them, he knows that. Keith wonders if he's wasting his love now when it’s no longer platonic. But what is he supposed to do? Lance is his source of happiness.

Shiro once told him that treating Lance as the only thing that really makes him happy is going to be exhausting in the long run. True happiness is peace from within, that’s what he said.

’Learn to love yourself first’ sounds simple enough. In reality, it’s anything but. Keith is mostly nervous to find out which part of Lance he will fall in love with next.

- - - -

“Pidge and Hunk won’t stop making fun of me...”

“What did you do this time?”

They’re on their way home from school. Lance has been sulking the whole time.

“You’re going to laugh at me, too.”

“I promise I won’t.”

“Fine.” Lance huffs. “I asked Allura if she’s ever been to the moon.”

Keith raises an eyebrow. “To the moon?”

“It was supposed to be a charming pick up line, okay? But then panic struck and I ruined everything! It's not every day you get to talk to the coolest girl in school, you know!”

“Okay... And what did she say?”

“'No', of course!” Lance groans and covers his face with his hands. “And at that point I was already sweating so bad that my brain started malfunctioning and I practically screamed, that’s great, we have so much in common already!”

To stop himself from smiling, Keith bites his lip. “And?”

“And then everyone in the hallway turned to stare at me and I thought I was gonna die of shame.”

“And...?”

“And now I’m afraid that Allura will never realize I’m her destiny!”

A pause.

“Ah”, is all Keith says. He walks a little faster.

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Lance turns to stare at the ground, trying to keep up with Keith. “Do you think what I said was too weird?”

“Don’t worry about it”, Keith answers with a dry voice. “You’re always weird.”

Lance sticks his tongue out. “Rude. I guess I shouldn’t take advice from someone who wears the same dirty fingerless gloves every single day and never washes them.”

“I do wash them.”

“You don't. It’s gross.” Despite saying that, Lance reaches for Keith’s hand and touches the “gross, dirty glove”.

Something in Keith stops him from pulling away, even when his mind says he should. Instead, he just watches, frozen in place, as Lance brings the hand to his nose and sniffs. Loudly, like the dramatic goof he is.

“Yeah”, Lance says after shaking his head. “It smells.”

Yet, he doesn’t let go. On the contrary, it almost feels like he’s holding the tips of Keith’s fingers a little tighter. Lance caresses his hand like he always does, oblivious to Keith’s rapidly beating heart. It’s skin against skin, and Keith is both uncomfortable and over the moon at the same time.

“Whoa!” Lance exclaims suddenly. Alright, now he’s definitely tightening his hold. “Your skin is so soft, it feels so nice.”

Screw Shiro’s advice. Keith wants to thank the whole universe for bringing Lance to him.

- - - -

“I told her that I...” Lance takes a moment to sniff. “That I love her, but...” Another sniff, followed by a heavy sigh. “'I already told you I don’t like you like that, just get over it.' That’s what she said. And you know what the worst part was? I started bawling my eyes out right in front of her! Like a loser!”

They’re in Lance’s room, on his bed. The curtains are closed, the lava lamp is turned off, the posters of faraway stars and planets are hidden behind a new bookshelf. The sound of a freshly broken heart lingers in the air. Right now it doesn’t even feel like the room belongs to Lance.

“Don’t you always say that crying cleanses one’s soul or whatever?” They both know Keith sucks at comforting.

“Yeah, yeah, crying is good but not when it happens in front of your crush who just rejected you!”

Keith should have warned him. Everyone could see that Allura wasn’t interested, it’s not her fault. Keith just isn’t sure if he can forgive her for making Lance cry like this.

“Th-the same happened with Plaxum, too! Even when I was so sure she had a thing for me! It’s like I’m cursed!” Lance cries and cries, the skin around his eyes painfully puffy. “Keith, what’s wrong with me? Why am I not good enough? Why does no one ever like me back? Am I that ugly? Am I too annoying? No one loves me —”

“Lance”, Keith interrupts him with a firm voice, ordering Lance to shut up. “That last part is not true and you know it.”

Bravely, Lance tries to win the staring contest, but his bottom lip is already quivering. In the end, he has to look away.

“You do know that’s not true, don’t you?” Keith asks again.

Lance’s breath stutters.

“Your family loves you, Lance.”

“My... my dad doesn’t.”

Keith’s eyes narrow. “Who cares about your dad, he’s not part of your family. Fuck him.”

Lance hangs his head low, body slightly shaking.

“Your mum loves you. Your siblings love you. Pidge and Hunk love you. Shiro thinks you’re really cool.”

I love you, you idiot.

“And let’s be real, Allura and Plaxum like you, too. Pretty much everyone does, have you noticed?” Keith doesn’t know where this rush of words is coming from. “Allura and Plaxum... neither of them is the one you’re meant to be with. That person is out there somewhere, just as desperate to give their heart to you. Trust me.”

Keith wants his words to go straight to Lance’s soul and stay there for the rest of his life. He cannot believe Lance thinks he’s unloved.

It’s quiet for a moment.

Lance looks absolutely dumbfounded. His mouth is wide open as he stares at Keith, but it doesn’t look like he’s even breathing.

The silence makes Keith nervous. Maybe he should have just told Lance that Allura will soon come around, that once she sees how much positivity Lance has stored inside his body, how fiercely he believes in love and happy endings, how special he is, she'll fall for him.

Eventually, Lance pulls himself together and lets out a chuckle. He grabs Keith’s hand and squeezes it so hard it almost hurts. The stars return to his night sky eyes.

Keith lets out a long breath, amazed by the soothing power of Lance’s fingers. Their hands carry memories that Keith will cherish until his last breath. Lance will always have his hand to hold.

“What the hell was that?” Lance snorts. “Where is Keith and what have you done to him?”

Keith shrugs, but the corners of his mouth are tugging upward. To be honest, he himself was also surprised by his own words. “I just told the truth, that’s all.”

“I guess you’re right. I am pretty awesome.”

Keith gives Lance a gentle nudge, careful not to let go of his hand. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Thank you, Keith”, Lance says and wipes the remaining tears off his face. His voice is small, tired from all the crying. “I just... Thank you for being my best friend. I mean it.”

The words cause Keith’s heart to skip a few beats. The words paint his ears red and the blood in his veins blue like his best friend’s eyes. Keith hates his body for betraying him like this. Hopefully Lance doesn’t notice.

“You’re, uh, welcome.”

There are so many things he wants to tell Lance, but the words can’t find their way out of his mouth. Keith wants to hug him. He wants to cradle Lance in his arms, hold him gently and so tightly that they could hear each other’s hearts beat. But he’s too scared, scared of what Lance would think if he found out.

- - - -

Cupping his chin and lifting it, the boy kisses him, taking Keith completely by surprise. The distant sound of the party swells in the background. Keith’s ears don’t work.

He pushes the boy back, eyes wide, mind blanking for a second. The stranger in front of him tilts his head in confusion, but his brown eyes are still twinkling, intrigued. He seems to think this is some kind of a game, that Keith is just playing hard to get.

“It’s okay”, the boy chuckles when he notices the shock in Keith’s eyes. “Everyone’s outside. It’s just us here. No one saw.”

Making out with a random guy at a party isn’t supposed to be a big deal, but to Keith it is. He just... can’t. He feels nothing. He doesn’t even know this guy’s name.

Besides, this stranger isn't his type anyway. Keith likes loud, contagious laughter. He likes boys who shine so bright they give him headaches. This guy’s eyes aren’t deep enough, his skin is too light and he doesn’t smell right, doesn’t remind Keith of home and seashells.

Okay, sure, maybe he had tried to flirt with the guy a little bit, mostly just to see what it would feel like and if he’s any good at it.

Apparently, he’s very skilled.

A shiver runs through Keith when the boy takes a step closer again, staring at his lips, but it’s not the good kind of shiver. Before the stranger can kiss him again, Keith takes a step back. He mutters a quick “I need to go find my friend” and then flees.

His mind is a mess, he needs air, he needs to find Lance. Lance and air are pretty much the same thing to him anyway.

But it turns out that Lance doesn’t need him.

Keith finds his best friend in the empty living room, pushed up against the wall by the boy who threw this party. Their lips are locked, Lance’s eyes are closed and the boy has his hand under Lance’s shirt. It’s clear that they’re both enjoying it.

Keith freezes entirely. His body is like cement. All his thoughts disappear — or at least the rational ones do.

Keith wouldn’t want to give jealousy too much power since he knows he doesn’t have any right to be jealous in the first place. Unfortunately, it is a feeling that is extremely hard to control. Catching your crush snogging someone else... well, the sight automatically makes something ugly curl inside your stomach. Chanting I don’t care, I don’t care is not going to help.

Why oh why did he let Lance drag him to this party?

Suddenly, the boy whose name Keith doesn't remember pulls back to breathe, and finally Lance opens his eyes. In a panic, Keith forces his legs to work, runs to the next room and hides behind the door, holding his breath.

The silence after the kiss lasts barely a second, but it feels like the longest second of Keith’s life. All he can hear for a short eternity is heavy breathing.

“Well?” the boy is the one to end the silence. There’s cockiness in his voice.

“Ye-yeah, that was... wow.” Lance’s voice sounds thick and hoarse and hot, and Keith wishes he was anywhere but here.

“So you liked it?”

“Wow. I mean, yes!” Lance utters, voice suddenly high-pitched. It makes the other boy laugh.

Keith balls up his hands into fists until the nails bite into his skin.

The boys exchange a few more words before the guy has to go check the pool in case “someone has drowned or something”.

Keith listens carefully.

Fading footsteps. Lance’s dreamy sigh. His own rapidly beating heart.

Keith sends Shiro a quick text, telling him that he’s not feeling too well. Then he takes a deep breath, decides that he’s had enough of hiding behind this stupid door and confronts Lance.

He’s not prepared for the look on his best friend’s face even though he should have been.

To put it briefly, Lance looks kissed. His lips are swollen, bright red and rosy. His cheeks are flushed, a faraway look in his eyes as he stares at nothing with a smile on his face. The guy messed up his hair and it looks so damn good.

Their eyes meet. Lance flashes him a brilliant smile. Keith is having a hard time accepting the fact that someone’s kiss was powerful enough to make Lance drunk.

Another twinge of jealousy runs through him.

Maybe he only has himself to blame. If he had stayed with the brown-eyed stranger, he wouldn’t have to deal with this heartbreak. Oh well. He wished for a headache and now he’s got one.

The phone in his pocket beeps.

Shiro Ok, I’ll be there in 15 mins. Have you been drinking? What about Lance?

“Keith.”

Warily, Keith raises his eyes from the phone.

Lance brings his fingers to his bruised lips. “I’m bi.”

It’s like the air in the room becomes clearer, more pure. Lance sounds so glad, so relieved to finally be at peace with his sexuality. His laughter bubbles through the room, making Keith laugh, too. He adores that smile.

Lance is overjoyed, and Keith forgets to be jealous.

- - - -

Lance gets his first girlfriend when he’s 17.

Keith couldn’t care less.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself every time he has to see the couple together. He knows very well what a terrible liar he is. And you can never lie to yourself.

He’s got a feeling that Lance, too, knows he’s lying when he says he’s happy his best friend has found someone. Of course it’s not a complete lie, but Keith can’t help that the compliments and well wishes come through gritted teeth.

All Lance talks about these days is how amaaazing his new girlfriend is and how she’s the most beeaautiful human being he has ever laid eyes on and how he loves her sooo much. Okay, yeah, alright, Keith gets it. She’s wonderful, better than Keith in every way. Lance doesn’t need to remind him every hour.

Keith can’t believe that this is how he’s wasting most of his free time now: watching Lance bat his eyelashes a little too eagerly at his girlfriend. On top of that, he has to listen as the two bond over stars and planets or whatever. It makes Keith want to gag. That used to be his and Lance’s thing.

“Lovebirds”, he spits the word out like it’s venom and then averts his gaze when Lance leans in to kiss his girlfriend.

It’s not like Keith is particularly excited to watch his crush kiss someone else or hear the gross noises their mouths make, but Lance always invites him to hang out with them and Keith doesn’t have the heart to say no. When it comes to Lance, he’s weak.

Day after day, Keith wears a gloomy look on his face and keeps his arms crossed over his chest while Lance looks like he’s on top of the world.

One day, a few months after he started seeing his new girlfriend, Lance knocks on Shiro’s parents’ door and comes to Keith’s room looking like the end of the world is near even though it’s Saturday. His eyes are red from crying.

“She left me”, Lance manages to whisper, little pieces of his heart splattering on Keith’s floor.

For a moment, Keith just studies Lance’s watery eyes. The words sink in slowly. Finally realizing the situation, he rushes to take Lance’s hand and invites him in. His friend marches straight to his bed and wraps the blanket tightly around himself.

“What happened?” Keith asks, offering Lance a tissue. “Do you, uh, do you need anything? A glass of water or something?”

Lance shakes his head, pressing the tissue paper against his eyes, then blowing his nose.

Unable to close his mouth because of the shocking news, Keith sits on his chair, facing Lance, trying to figure out what to say. “Do you... want to talk about it?”

This time Lance nods. “Sh-she said —” his voice cracks immediately and instead of words, a loud sob slips past his lips. “Sorry.” He sniffs after swallowing the next sob. “She said that she couldn’t pretend anymore.”

“Pretend?”

Another strangled, heart-wrenching cry escapes. Lance grabs Keith’s pillow next and hugs it to his chest. “I… I really was falling for her, Keith, but she never really felt the same way about me. Apparently, she only started dating me out of pity.”

Keith doesn’t know what to say because what Lance is saying sounds absurd to him. Why would anyone do that when loving Lance is so easy?

“It hurts so bad”, Lance sighs, finally burying his face in the pillow and letting the tears out.

“Do you want me to go and kick her ass?” Keith suggests. “I could punch her a few times, if you’d like?”

Lance’s head snaps back up, giving him a stern glare. “No, Keith.” Then his face disappears behind the pillow again.

Keith spent the last 2—3 months listening to Lance’s lovesick nonsense. He heard Lance say the words 'I love you' probably more than a million times. Only now he realizes that the girl never said those words back, not even once.

Something twists in Keith’s stomach. Even though Lance constantly tells his loved ones he cares about them, and while Keith is sure that they all care about him, no one ever tells Lance so. Keith has never heard Lance's mother say the words ’I love you, son’ in any language. His siblings never tell him that they love him to bits. Not even Hunk has ever verbalized his affection, although he does show his love in other ways.

All of a sudden, Keith is angry, though he has no right to be. He has never told Lance that he appreciates him, that he loves him unconditionally, so much his chest sometimes feels like it’s about to explode. He’s just as guilty as everyone else.

And still, as Lance weeps in front of him, Keith keeps his mouth shut.

- - - -

“What’s that?”

Keith hesitates before answering. He doesn’t like the tone of Lance’s voice nor the scowl on his face. “A letter... from the Galaxy Garrison.”

“You got in?”

“I guess I did”, Keith confirms, turning the letter in his hands, still trying to process everything. “Classes start next month.”

Lance doesn’t speak to him for a week after that. Keith decides that there’s nothing worse than a jealous, sulking Lance McClain.

Keith spends those seven days helping Shiro, who’s preparing for his first space trip. He spends seven days without his best friend and that feels like seven days too much. It makes him realize that he misses Lance too easily.

After the week is over, Lance calls him and apologizes, admitting how childish and petty he behaved when he should have been excited that Keith got accepted. He promises to try and apply again next year so that they can both study to become astronauts and make their dream come true.

Fly to the moon, swim with the stars, permanently move in with the darkness.

- - - -

We are deeply saddened to inform you that Takashi Shirogane has gone missing during a space mission along with the rest of the crew. We firmly believe that he has passed away. The Garrison would like to express their condolences to Shirogane’s family and friends. May he rest in peace.

This tragic loss reminds us all how life is always —

Letting out the most horrifying cry, Keith rips the paper in half. He drops to his knees, his world falling apart with him. Keith is falling down, down, down, and there’s no end to it.

A supernova passing through Earth. Such a mournful farewell.

How can this lonely nightmare be real?

- - - -

Keith spends most of his days alone, isolating himself. He drops out of school. Pushes Lance away. Doesn’t keep in touch with his parents.

Shiro’s parents.

Guilt is eating him up inside, but he’s just too tired to face them. He knows what they would say. They’d say they understand him and his grief, and then they would forgive him for ignoring their calls for months. They’d remind him that Shiro wouldn’t want him to waste his life like this.

All Keith wants is for them to forget he ever existed. They are mourning for the loss of their son, and — even though it might be selfish — Keith doesn’t want to watch them grieve because he knows he wouldn’t be able to stand it.

Lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, Keith thinks about Shiro. He thinks about death. He thinks about nothing in particular. No motivation, no appetite. He wastes his time doing nothing. Not that there’s much to do in the first place when you live alone in the desert.

It’s quiet around him. Peaceful. Just like Keith likes it. Now and then the desert truly feels like a paradise to an introverted man.

But then there are days when Keith can feel a crushing weight on his chest. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t breathe. The lonely shack is filled by broken gasps, and Keith spends hours wondering how he has not gone insane yet.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes on the bedside table, disturbing his depressing thoughts. Before even touching the device he knows that it’s Lance.

McLame Hey buddy can i come over Ive had a reeaally rough day today And i know u could use some company too Please? Keith!!! Hellooo Come on man..........

Keith does not reply to any of Lance’s texts. There is no point when everything is so meaningless.

But unfortunately for him, it doesn’t take long until there’s a knock at his door. Keith almost falls off the couch, startled.

“Keith?”

How on earth did Lance even find him?

“Your parents sent me”, his friend starts, the door between them muffling his voice. Ah, well, that answers Keith’s question then. “Can I come in?”

“No.”

Lance comes in anyway. The door is not locked, it never is.

Keith covers his face with a blanket, not wanting to be seen by anyone. “Leave me alone.”

His friend says nothing.

Keith groans when he feels Lance sit on the couch next to his legs. Mentally drained from being alone for so long, he lets Lance pull the blanket off him.

Keith looks at his best friend for the first time in four months and a pang of pain shoots through him at what he sees.

The person in front of him is only a shadow of the Lance Keith knows. This boy is much paler, a lot more pitiful. Lips only a thin line, shoulders slumped forward. There is tired desperation in his eyes, but no light on his face. How is it possible for a person to look both taller and shorter?

Keith doesn’t know what Lance sees when he looks at him, but all Keith sees is loneliness.

Before he can protest, Lance lies down beside him. It’s uncomfortable and awkward, the couch is way too small for both of them. Lance doesn’t seem to mind that much, but Keith is panicking, fighting the urge to push his friend away.

Too much, too close.

Without warning, Lance wraps an arm around him, and Keith is set on fire. Lance’s touch has always been like an electric shock that goes through his body, changing everything.

Keith wants to curl up in a ball. It has been months since anyone touched him, his skin is too vulnerable for something like this.

“Don’t touch me”, he commands, but the words taste weak in his mouth.

Lance doesn’t let go. “Don’t shut me out”, he begs, burying his face in Keith’s chest. “I want to help. I miss you, okay?”

With love in his fingertips, Lance caresses Keith’s back. Keith swallows, suddenly holding back tears.

“I really need you, Keith”, Lance whispers, and finally Keith understands that he’s not the only one vulnerable here. Maybe Lance has been falling down, down, down, too. “Please, let me in...”

The reassuring warmth of another person numbs Keith’s mind. Slowly, his hand moves to Lance’s back, returning the embrace. This is exactly what he’s been missing, he realizes.

Keith never really needed the stars, he just needed Lance. And Keith is so grateful to have him, he's just never known how to express it with words. He can only hope that his hand on the small of Lance’s back delivers the message for him.

- - - -

“Hey Keith, what do you think about marriage?”

“Marriage?” He pauses for a moment, then shrugs. “Haven’t given it much thought.”

A big lie. The thought of marrying his best friend has crossed Keith's mind many times and plagued his deepest dreams too often for his liking.

Thankfully, Lance doesn’t try to pry the answer out of him. He just hums and turns his face back to the stars.

It’s dark around them, only the quiet autumn wind keeps them company. It’s nice, really nice, even though the grass beneath their bodies makes their skin itch a little.

Judging by the way Lance’s eyes go back and forth between Keith and the sky, he clearly waits for Keith to ask him the same question. When that doesn’t happen, Lance sighs and points to the stars. “My biggest dream is to live on a faraway planet where I would meet the most mesmerizing alien prince or princess in the whole universe.”

Keith can’t help his snort. “And then what?”

“Then I would obviously marry that beautiful alien and we’d live happily ever after.”

“A fairytale ending, huh?”

They sit silent for a while. The wind grows a little louder. Keith feels like Lance is still waiting for him to ask something.

He shrugs off the feeling and focuses on the timeless stars instead. The night is completely still, the sky alive like a Van Gogh painting.

Keith closes his eyes. All this reminds him of Shiro. It’s been more than six months since anyone has seen him, and Keith is lost. Every day it gets harder and harder to call this planet his home. Everything around him warns him not to love the stars too fiercely because he now knows you can never catch them.

“But”, Lance starts again, making Keith open his eyes, “since I know I'm never going to meet any aliens, I would be more than happy if the love of my life turned out to be a human being. I’d be honoured if I got to spend the rest of my life with them.”

Not really knowing what he’s supposed to say to that, Keith just nods. There’s a sorrowful smile on Lance’s lips, which is unusual. He rarely looks so sad while talking about love.

A sorrowful sigh follows the sorrowful smile. “But I’m starting to think that it’s never going to happen.”

“Um”, Keith mumbles, searching for words. “At least you’ll always have me?” he tries and grimaces immediately. It sounded just as awkward as he thought it would.

But Lance turns to him, still smiling, the sadness now quickly fading. “Yeah, you’re right”, he agrees, starry-eyed, and Keith isn’t sure if his heart can survive such softness. Everything is always more beautiful underneath the moon. “I’ll always have you.”

The sincerity in Lance’s voice catches Keith off guard, leaves him tongue-tied. “You... You will?”

God, Keith wants to punch himself.

Lance’s body tenses. He tries hard to force laughter. “I-I mean, I hope so? Um, you know, because you’re my… best friend and stuff.”

Is it just Keith or is Lance suddenly having a hard time maintaining eye contact?

“I just never want to lose you, Keith...”

Keith’s ears cannot believe what they’re hearing. Sure, Lance can sometimes be quite straightforward with his feelings, but what he’s saying right now sounds... kind of romantic. Or maybe not. Keith’s mind must just be playing tricks on him. Is this what it means to have a weak, gay heart?

In that case, curse his heart.

“What are you saying? You won’t lose me, Lance.”

And then, like it really could be that simple, Lance drops his gaze to Keith’s lips and leans in closer.

Keith’s body freezes instantly. His heart forgets to beat, his brain forgets to tell his lungs to breathe.

Everything is always more beautiful underneath the moon. Maybe Keith is, too.

Is this really happening?

Even when he’s holding his breath, Keith can tell Lance is hesitating. Soon enough, a pair of warm lips press against his forehead, not his lips, but Keith isn’t complaining.

Everything is soft in this moment: the kiss, Lance’s lips, Keith’s weak, gay heart. Lance isn’t just touching his skin, he’s touching his soul, too.

Keith tries to count the seconds; one, two, three... The softness seems to last an eternity.

It ends way too soon.

Lance leans back and he’s not smiling anymore. He looks at Keith and then instantly breaks eye contact, guilty, like he’s afraid Keith will yell at him.

All Keith can do is blink, really. He tries to get his heart rate under control but that is easier said than done. Hopefully Lance doesn’t notice that his neck is practically on fire.

“Wh— ahem.” Keith clears his hoarse throat, the fire quickly spreading across his whole face. “Why did you... do that?”

Lance gets up, rubbing the back of his neck, refusing to look at Keith. His cheeks are also bright red. “Shit, sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, maybe I just... Nevermind.” He turns around and starts walking away.

“Lance?”

“I’m tired, I’m going home.”

“Hey, wait!” Keith gets up, too, and runs after his friend. His forehead is still tingling. “We came with my bike!”

Somehow, Keith just knows. I love you, that’s what the kiss meant. I won’t let you get hurt. It gives his racing heart hope. Please, don’t ever leave my side.

Like always, Keith is too much of a coward to say those words back. But this is the first time he thinks both of their hearts might be sinking.

- - - -

Lance gets his first boyfriend when he’s 21. They meet when Lance visits his grandparents in Cuba.

And Keith... Well, he’s already used to seeing Lance date other people. Sure, it does make jealousy poke into his heart, but he tries to be reasonable. Lance’s partners come and go. He doesn’t think this time will be any different.

A year passes. The boyfriend doesn’t go anywhere.

Every time they hang out together, Keith has to suffer through all the syrupy sweet talk. He has to witness the smile on the boyfriend’s face when he rests his head against Lance’s shoulder. He has to watch as the boyfriend reaches for Lance’s hand and caresses it, one finger at a time. For some reason Keith can’t turn away, not even when the boy buries his face in Lance’s neck, lips brushing against Lance’s skin.

“I love you, babe”, Lance's boyfriend speaks in a whisper, but loud enough for Keith to hear. There are hearts in Lance’s eyes.

Another year passes. Lance moves in with his boyfriend.

Something feels different.

- - - -

“Lance”, Keith greets as he opens the door, sounding slightly irritated. His hair is still wet from the shower. “What’s the emergency?”

“I... I ran here as fast as I could”, Lance breathes out, panting and clearly exhausted. “I wanted to tell you the news first. Or second, actually. I already called my mum.”

“Um, alright? It’s nothing bad, is it?”

“Oh, no, no.” He takes both of Keith’s hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze. The smile on Lance’s face is both sunny and strangely teary. His skin is warm like always and Keith never wants to let go. It has been so long since they last held hands like this.

Then Keith notices something that wasn’t there the last time they saw each other.

A ring.

On Lance’s ring finger.

“I’m getting married”, Lance tells him, laughing and sobbing at the same time, shattering Keith’s taped up heart in an instant. “He proposed. God, Keith, can you believe it?”

Keith has to pull back. Lance’s warm hands burn him.

He had no idea that Lance and his boyfriend were that serious.

”The date has not been decided yet, but we’ve already made some arrangements. First, since we both love our home country, we’re going to move back there to —”

“Wait, you’re going to what?” All colour drains from Keith’s face. “You’re... moving to Cuba?”

Nodding, Lance looks down, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “I will never get to go to space but if I can live near the ocean... that’s more than enough for me. After all, there’s only one planet with Veradera beach.”

Keith can feel his blood run cold. It’s hard to process the news, hard to realize what he’s about to lose.

God, Lance, you just turned 23, tell me you’re not serious.

Positively thrilled to be engaged, Lance goes on and on about ever lasting love and his fiance’s kindly twinkling eyes. He brags about how they promised to love each other with all their hearts for the rest of their lives. Keith is tired of pretending like he wouldn’t love Lance forever, too.

Keith’s heart screams for him to finally confess his feelings. His heart is convinced that something beautiful would happen if he just let himself love Lance the way he really wants to. Doesn’t Lance deserve to know the truth? his heart keeps asking.

Trusting your heart isn’t easy. Keith doesn’t know what to do.

“This feels kind of surreal, right?” Lance babbles on even though Keith isn’t really listening. “You know that I’ve always wanted a big wedding but since I know we can’t afford it —”

“But...” Keith finally opens his mouth, interrupting his friend. “Lance, you... you can’t.”

“Huh? Can’t what?”

Leave me. “Move to a different country so suddenly.”

“Well, it's not going to happen immediately. Besides, I still need to find a job.” The reassuring smile on Lance’s face does not make Keith feel any better. “Wait, does this mean you will miss me? Aww.”

Turning his head, Keith huffs. He doesn’t have to answer. Lance knows damn well that Keith will be lonely without him.

“Keith, hey.”

A comforting hand cups Keith’s cheek. The warmth of Lance’s palm crawls underneath his skin, making Keith look up. There is so much joy in his friend’s eyes, sparkling like blue stars, and Keith thinks Lance has never looked so kissable.

“It’ll be fine. Besides, aren’t you proud of me?”

He is, has always been. It’s just... Keith wants Lance to love him. He wants Lance to love him more than the distant planets and their moons, he needs Lance to need him more than he needs the ocean, his second home.

But now Lance has finally found someone who isn’t scared to tell him how precious he is. He has found someone who tells him every day how loved he is. And Lance deserves nothing less.

It is repulsive how much Lance’s happiness makes his chest ache. Is there no end to his selfishness?

Guess not.

Keith is selfish and greedy and desperate, and desperation often results in rash behaviour.

He puts his hands on Lance’s shoulders, stands on his toes, can’t believe he’s doing this.

It’s hardly a kiss — if you can even call it that. Their lips barely touch and then it’s over. Still, it is the most tender kiss Keith has ever given anyone before. It holds more meaning than all the other kisses combined.

The moment their lips aren’t touching anymore Keith also knows that he screwed up big time.

Lance forgets to blink. He just stares at Keith, stares at him as though he has been betrayed. Eventually, a flare of anger flashes in his eyes.

Keith swallows, coming face to face with the consequences of his selfishness. Lance’s reaction is like straight out of his nightmares. For a second, Keith wishes he hadn’t dropped out of school because if he was a pilot now, he could just launch himself straight into the sun.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Lance takes a few steps back. The anger in his eyes turns into grief.

“Lance”, Keith starts, but he has no idea what to say. “I, I don’t why I —”

“You can’t, Keith”, Lance cuts him off instantly, voice stable. “You can’t do this to me.”

With pleading eyes, Keith starts to apologize, “Lance, please, listen.”

But Lance doesn’t want to hear it. He storms out of the apartment and doesn’t look back, leaving Keith alone to deal with his regret.

Lance now finally knows about his feelings. Keith has broken something between them and he’s scared that it can never be repaired. This is how he loses his best friend, the person that matters the most.

True happiness is peace from within, Shiro’s words echo in his mind.

Keith still has a lot to learn.

- - - -

Nervously playing with his fingers, Lance stares at the other children, unsure what to do. Everything is still so new, both scary and exciting.

More scary, though, he decides.

The playground near their new house is crowded with families today. 20 minutes ago Lance had been convinced he would make lots of friends. Turns out no one is too keen on playing with him.

A wave of homesickness clutches at Lance’s heart, but he tries to shrug it off before anyone can notice. He misses the ocean sobad. He misses his grandparents and he misses his dad, who stayed behind.

Lance misses his dad even though he told his mum that he never wants to see any of them ever again.

A group of children are playing hide-and-seek. Lance just stands there and watches, no one asks him to join. Back in Cuba he had friends, they didn’t leave him out of things, at least not often. The point is, if he could go back he would.

Then his eyes land on a little boy who is playing alone, away from the others. The boy seems to be busy picking petals off unlucky flowers and mumbling to himself. The way his brow furrows makes Lance think he’s about to trample the weeds underfoot.

His curiosity grows. Lance walks up to the boy, puts on the sweetest smile, hoping it will earn him friend-points. “Hi!”

To his disappointment, the boy ignores him completely and just keeps abusing the flower he’s holding.

The overly eager smile on Lance’s face falls. He swallows down a lump in his throat and tries again. ”Why are you here alone?”

At last the boy glances up, one eyebrow raised. Lance has never before seen anyone with dark purple eyes before.

“I’m counting petals”, the boy finally explains.

Lance looks around, focusing on the adults sitting on the benches. None of them has shiny black hair or hauntingly beautiful eyes.

“Where’s your mum?”

The boy hesitates for a second. He turns back to the flowers. “My foster father left me here. He went shopping for groceries.”

“Oh.” Lance has no clue how a foster father differs from a normal father. “Is your mum at work, then?”

The question makes the boy grit his teeth. The frown deepens into a scowl. “I don’t have a mum.”

Gasping, Lance covers his mouth with his hands, eyes threatening to pop out of his head. He makes sure no one is listening before leaning closer to whisper a horrified “how did she die?”

The stranger’s fists clench. “I don’t know”, the boy replies and it's almost like the words cause him physical pain. “Maybe she’s not dead.”

He gets up and starts walking away. Lance follows him, somehow even more intrigued.

Does this kid have no one to love? No one who loves him? It is a sad thought to Lance, a boy who only wants to surround himself with love and friendship.

“Stop following me”, the boy orders after Lance has been bugging him for several minutes.

“I want to play hide-and-seek with you.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Why?”

The blunt question makes the boy go silent for a moment. “Because... because I don’t know you.”

Relieved to hear that that’s the only obstacle between them and their lifelong friendship, a real smile finally lights up Lance’s face. “Do you want to get to know me? Because I reeaally want to be your friend.”

”You mean that?” The boy looks around, like he’s expecting someone to jump out of nowhere and laugh at him for falling for such an obvious prank. “You want to be friends with me?”

Lance’s nod is enthusiastic. “What’s your name?”

“Keith.”

Something warm and hopeful replaces the loneliness in Lance’s chest. “I’m Lance.”

He offers Keith his hand and, much to Lance’s surprise, the other boy takes it without hesitation. Hand in hand they head towards the swing sets, trying to decide which one of them hides first.

No one has ever looked at Lance the way Keith looks at him. Those unique eyes study him intensely, stopping for a moment to memorize his freckles. Keith looks at Lance like he wants to know more, like he finds Lance interesting.

Lance decides then and there that he’s going to give this boy all the love in the world.

Holding hands with Keith is overwhelming. All Lance wants to do is bombard Keith with questions and get to know his new friend better.

Maybe, Lance thinks, he isn’t so bad at making friends after all.

- - - -

If Keith is completely honest, he thought he would never see Lance again.

Clearly, he was wrong. Thank god he was wrong, because here Lance is again, standing in the doorway of his apartment, and the relief Keith feels almost brings tears to his eyes.

It’s been a month since they last saw each other, but Lance still looks as angry as ever. He’s carrying two heavy backpacks on his shoulders and a scowl on his face.

The first few minutes they spend in silence. Keith hates how hard his heart is pounding. It’s hard to look Lance in the eye.

“Can I stay the night?” Lance mutters and nods towards his bags.

Keith blinks. That wasn’t what he had expected to hear. “Ye-yeah. Of course. Um, come in”, he says and starts leading the way.

Immediately, Lance drops his backpacks on the floor, an exhausted sigh leaving his lips. The dark circles under his eyes make him look like he has not slept in days. It hurts to see him like this.

Keith is dying to ask a million questions, but since he messed up so bad the last time they spoke to each other, he tries his best to hold his tongue. He doesn’t want to risk losing Lance for good.

“I left him”, Lance drops the bomb, giving an answer to most of Keith’s questions at once.

Instantly, Keith stubs his toe on the wall. Cursing loudly, he tries to ignore the ache and instead focus on what Lance had just said. It takes a moment before the words really sink in, and even then nothing makes sense.

“You what?”

“I left —” Lance stops. “You heard me, Keith. Don’t make me say it again.”

Keith’s thoughts are a mess. “But... but why? Why would you do something like that?”

Lance’s bottom lip starts quivering. He turns around, hiding his expression from Keith. “I must be an idiot, right?” He laughs, voice trembling. “I’m a horrible person who doesn’t deserve anything good.”

“That’s not —”

Lance turns to face Keith again, trying to look brave even when his eyes are starting to fill with angry tears. “If all it took was one, tiny kiss from you for me to start hesitating whether I truly want to spend the rest of my life with him... then I sure as hell don’t deserve him.”

Keith gulps. Now he realizes that Lance isn’t actually angry at him. Lance is angry at himself.

Keith can’t say he knows how guilty Lance feels, but he’s sure it’s nothing compared to how awful he feels. This is not what he wanted. He would do anything to turn back time and not kiss Lance. He ruined his best friend’s engagement.

“I broke his heart, Keith. I heard how he sobbed and cried and begged me not to leave as I closed the door behind me and I... I miss him so much already. I don’t…”

“Why does it matter that I kissed you? Just forget about it!” Keith yells back. “The kiss doesn’t even count as cheating or anything because it was all my fault! I’m sure he will understand! You should go back and —”

“I can’t go back because I’m in love with you.”

And just like that, Keith’s world both collapses and rebuilds itself, the final destruction that purifies his whole soul. It has been more than ten years since Lance last said those three words to him. And just like ten years ago, Keith wants to flee those words.

He’s quite sure he’s supposed to be either happy or sad, but the truth is that he feels neither. It’s almost like his emotions have shut down completely, his whole body is numb. He never thought anything like this could be possible. What Lance is saying cannot be true.

“You’re... what?”

Lance hides his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry”, he whispers. “I just can’t ignore it anymore, I can’t...”

The mute heart in Keith’s chest starts to regain its senses. Confusion. A glimmer of hope. Maybe this is real.

Keith can’t feel his legs, but they’re still moving on their own. Before he even realizes it, he has taken Lance’s hand in his and brought it to his lips. He channels all the adoration and devotion he feels for Lance into the kiss.

“Thank god...” Keith whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. The smell of the ocean surrounds him. “Thank god you love me...”

There has always been something magical about holding Lance’s hand. The touch is healing, it brings security. Lance’s fingers are longer than his, they’re warm and familiar, and Keith doesn’t feel like his legs are going give up anymore.

Disbelief crosses Lance’s features as he stares at Keith with his mouth hanging open. “You feel the same way? Really?”

Gathering all the courage he can find in himself, Keith manages a nod.

“Are you serious?”

Keith nods again, this time twice.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

“Lance.”

And then Lance is crashing into him, hugging him so tightly he can’t breathe. All the numbness goes away and all of a sudden Keith is feeling too much at once.

Lance cups Keith’s face in his hands, staring into his soul, unable to hide his sunny smile. He leans forward to press their foreheads together.

“I love you.”

A powerful shiver runs through Keith’s whole body. The words still frighten him but he is not going to run away from them this time.

“I love you”, Lance says again, sounding more than relieved to be finally able to say those words out loud.

Keith closes his eyes.

This is it. This is the moment when he finally uses his voice and lets Lance know how much he cares about him.

“You’re my best friend”, is Keith’s confident promise.

Throwing his head back, Lance bursts out laughing. The loud, bubbling happiness is like music to Keith’s ears. The glimmer of hope in his eyes grows into a flame.

Lance accepts the confession and presses a loving kiss to the top of Keith’s head. “That’s a start.”

#klance #voltron #klance fanfiction #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #if you read this or leave any feedback i'll love you forever<3 #keith kogane #vld #klance fic #in which i combined my two favourite tropes: childhood friends and hard core pining #ohhh boiii my old fanfic

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heynhay · 1 year ago

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for if I am not yours, what am I?

#specifically forced myself to make something orange/yellow #klance #voltron #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #art #my art #5/6... only one more mitski album to cover #choosing one from Lush for klance was a bit hard bc that whole album is so. specifically feminine condition #but i think the inability to fulfill traditional relationship roles coming from Wife plays well into keith pining after a 'straight' guy #mitski

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leonspretty · 3 months ago

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windows of opportunity

in which lance is a disaster romantic and misses every opportunity to ask you out

masterlist

pairing: lance x reader

tags: fem! reader, disaster romantic lance, blue paladin lance, oblivious reader, oblivious lance too, reader isn't a paladin she just, like, helps(?), very very tiny bit of angst, happy ending, fluff, mutual pining, flirty banter, no use of y/n, lance calls reader ‘pretty’ as a nickname, cheeky little taylor swift reference if you squint.

notes: as a huge hopeless romantic, missed opportunities with a happy ending and mutual pining but thinking the other doesn't reciprocate is my obsession. i also know i said the first one would be keith but then i thought of this and it fit lance more i think.

wc: 2.3k

“Rise and shine, work hard, carve out your name, Take aim, pull the trigger, hit the bulls eye for fame, Know the value of faith, an' family, and don't you complain, Open wide, your windows of opportunity" — Kate Denson's "Windows of Opportunity”

To say that Lance liked you was an understatement. He was obsessed. Not crazy obsessed, but obsessed in the way that you consumed his every thought.

Luckily this didn't extend to during fights, but even then he would still be acutely aware of where you were at all times, making sure he could hear your voice over the comms, often talking over Coran just to flirt with you.

You were no different. Having known Lance since before joining the Garrison, your feelings for him have come and gone repetitively. Each time you'd confide in Pidge, declaring that you were over him after seeing him treat someone else the same way he treats you, claiming that he'd only ever see you as a friend, he'd do something that would make you retract anything bad you'd ever said about him.

Yours and Lance's feelings were obvious to everyone and it bewildered them how you both thought they were one sided.

The kitchen was quiet, Hunk, Keith and Pidge holding conversation while each did their own thing: Hunk baking, Keith tracing his blade and Pidge on her computer. Peaceful.

"What if I say something and she thinks I'm weird and never talks to me again?"

Keith and Pidge immediately groaned while Hunk remained silent, watching as Lance walked past all three of them, interrupting their conversation and train of thoughts. He threw himself onto a chair at the table across from Pidge who had already gathered her things and gotten up to leave. "Nope, not dealing with this again," she said as she left.

"She already thinks you're weird, I'm surprised she still puts up with you," Keith says from the spot next to where Pidge was. Lance glared at him in response, ignoring him.

"I think you should just try. If her face when she looks at you is anything to go off, I'm pretty sure she likes you too." It was a usually useless statement that was many times returned with "You're lying," or "I would've noticed." This time however, Lance turned to face Hunk and instead said,

"I was on my way to ask her out just now but she was training with Shiro and was in a zone and I didn't wanna disrupt that cause- where are you going?" Lance cut his rant off with a question directed at Keith who was leaving the kitchen.

"To train," was all he replied with.

"So you're finally going to do it? Why are you in here then?" Hunk asked.

"Yeah I am. I'm sick of wondering if she feels the same so I'm just gonna ask. I've never had a problem with it before so why should I now?"

From there, Lance vowed to himself that he would ask you out as soon as possible. He didn't want to spend any more time not being able to call you his than he had to.

You heard your name being called from down the corridor as you made your way to the showers. Training with Shiro was one thing, training with Shiro and Keith was another when you weren't out in the field anywhere near as often as them. It also didn't help how Keith had mentioned he had come to you two to escape Lance's apparent rambling about you. It had thrown you off and to make up for it and stop Shiro's teasing, you had put even more effort in than you normally would.

Turning around, you saw Lance running to catch up to you. Despite wanting to turn and make a run for it to the showers to avoid any embarrassment, you stopped and waited for him to meet you.

Huffing slightly, Lance met up with you and stopped to take you in. You were beautiful. Even when you were clearly sweaty and exhausted. He had to shake his head slightly to keep his thoughts from turning dirty. "Finished training?"

"Yeah, was just heading to the showers, wanna join me?" you said with a smirk, knowing that your question could be taken a couple different ways.

Recognising your signature smirk you used whenever the two of you would 'harmlessly' flirt, Lance played along. "Of course."

"Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Lance froze up briefly. He had wondered if Keith had overheard him say that he was going to ask you out and had opened his big mouth to you. You quietened his thoughts by following up with, "You look like you wanna say something. If its to tell me I smell, I know, Shiro and Keith are not easy opponents."

"Yeah you do stink, but I hope you kicked Keith's ass." Lance joked. "Anyway, I just wanted to ask you the best way to ask someone out." Your smile dropped for a second before replacing it with a forced one. You knew he didn't like you and he wasn't yours to lose so why should you keep someone else from experiencing what you could only dream about.

"Oh, well, it depends who it is. Personally, I like when it's done in a way that shows the person really knows me, like with trinkets or using inside jokes as a way of showing their feelings rather than just saying it. Allura though, she'd probably like to be taken somewhere nice, so when you ask her out maybe do it on a planet with a nice skyline or sunset or something." You knew it had to be Allura he was planning to ask out. He'd been flirting with her ever since you all met her. It was only a matter of time. You felt the unwanted tears build up - you had to get away, and fast. "Oh look, we're at the showers, thanks for walking with me and good luck on asking Allura, I'm sure she'll say yes." You were out of sight in seconds.

Lance stood facing the door speechless and confused. Where did Allura come into this? Why were you so quick to leave? He had only asked how to ask someone in hopes to lead up to him actually asking but instead his window of opportunity had closed before he even let it open.

His next window was clear. He had his speech planned out, knew exactly what he wanted to say and how. Now was the perfect opportunity. You were the only one on the bridge, sat in his seat seemingly just relaxing. Why you were doing that here instead of in the lounge he didn't know but he decided to ask later.

You hadn't noticed Lance's presence until you head a "Quiznack" be muttered under his breath as he tripped over his own feet, luckily managing to catch himself. You sat up and turned to face him. "Finally falling for me, Sharp-shooter?" you joked, internally cringing at the use of the word 'finally'.

If Lance had noticed your slip up, he didn't mention it. Instead, he rounded to the front of the chair you were in and dropped to sit on the floor facing you. "You wish. No. I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"How did it go with Allura?" Truthfully, you didn't want to know, but you were sure you'd hear about it from one of them soon enough so why not get it out of the way.

"How did what go with Allura?" The confusion on his face was obvious.

"You were gonna ask her our remember? You literally asked me how to do it like two days ago." You mirrored Lance's confusion.

"Oh." Silence. "Oh! No! I wasn't planning to ask her out! I actually wanted to ask you-" his voice, which was already turning very quiet was cut off by you sitting up and squinting at the window.

"What was that?" You asked yourself aloud. Lance mistook that as a question for him.

"I said-" he was cut off again when you quickly got up and ran to the window.

"Quiznack!"

"What?"

"Alert everyone. Get to your lions. Now."

At that, Lance looked outside to see multiple Galra ships appearing. He groaned internally. To you the groan was about having to go out and fight. For him, the groan was because yet another window of opportunity had shut.

Keith really just wanted to lay down. Not necessarily sleep as that had never come easy to him, but he was exhausted. Instead he had to listen to you whine about how Lance doesn't share your feelings. When he had asked why you were coming to him about this you had said that everyone who wasn't Lance was busy and she didn't want to bother them. At that moment he wished you hadn't found him sat in the lounge. As much as he cherished you as a friend, he was quite frankly sick of hearing about Lance. When there was a knock at the door of his room, of which you had followed him into and immediately flopped onto his bed mid rant, Keith rolled his eyes and opened it. He was glad it had at least got you to be quiet since you also wondered who it was.

"Hey have you seen, oh hi pretty, Keith have you seen-" Lance stopped talking. When he'd said hi, he wasn't thinking, it was natural instinct. When he realised you were laid out on Keith's bed, his brain caught up to his mouth.

You, on the other hand, were blushing. It wasn't the first time Lance was calling you pretty. In fact it's what he called you 90% of the time. But it was the timing. You had just been complaining about how he doesn't think of you except from if he has to or if you're talking with him then he calls you pretty, offhanded. You were going insane.

"What's up?" Keith asked Lance, aiming a sly smirk at you as if he could tell you were going crazy over both seeing the person who was the main character of your rant and at the name said person had called you.

"Actually I was looking for her but if you guys are busy..."

Keith took this opportunity to both get rid of you so he can lie down and also get back at you for talking his ear off. "No, no, please, take her, I'm sick of hearing about you."

Lance ignored Keith's comment, turning to you, "Can we talk?"

Your eyes went wide as you sat up, your heart immediately dropping. Had you done something wrong? Had he overheard you talking about how much you liked him? Was this the end of your guys's friendship? You'd rather have him as a friend than nothing at all. You just nodded and said bye to Keith as you left his room.

The door closed within milliseconds of you leaving the room. It was just you and Lance now. Alone. "Come on," Lance smiled and started walking to his room.

Arriving in his room, Lance's nerves began to pick up. This was his chance. Again. He promised to himself that this is it. He wasn't going to let another interruption keep him from telling you how he feels.

Being in his room alone with him was nothing new, so why did you feel so nervous. "Come sit down, pretty." Lance patted the spot next to where he had just sat on his bed. You plastered a smile on your face and sat down.

"What's up? You never ask to talk, you usually just... do."

Lance let out a snort at that, giving you a pointed glance. "Oh and you don't?"

"I never said that."

The light hearted joking relaxed you - it's what you were used to between the two of you.

Your previous nerves about what Lance had to say dissipated as the two of you continued to joke together a little longer.

"Lance. You didn't come find me just to hang out. I know you. What's up?"

He had been putting it off, nerves creeping up the closer he came to confessing and so he sought comfort in your company as it was. Lance nodded and cleared his throat, turning to look in your eyes. "Every time I've tried to talk to you about this, something interrupts me: you rushing off to the showers, then the galra finding us. And then you thought I asked Allura out which is crazy because yeah she's-"

"Lance." You cut him off, not wanting to hear about how the princess of Altea was perfect and dreamy. "Come on."

"As I was going to say, before someone rudely interrupted, again-"

You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him quickly and jokingly.

"Hey! Anyway, yeah Allura is cool, I mean, she's a princess. But she isn't you." He paused, but realised how that could be taken, he continued, "I don't want Allura... I want you pretty girl. And it has taken me way too long to finally tell you. There have been so many missed windows of opportunity, and I refuse to miss any more. It's you. It's always been you, and I'm sorry I led you to believe otherwise."

You were speechless. A confession wasn't even on the list of things you had expected to come from this talk. The smile that grew on your face was unstoppable. Not trusting yourself to let out a happy squeal, you threw your arms around the man who had just told you he chooses you.

The sudden force took Lance by surprise, but he was fast to wrap his arms around your waist and fall back onto his bed, pulling you down with him. You lifted your head to look Lance in the eyes. Lance took this as his chance to finally make things official. "Will you be mine, pretty?"

The smile you didn't think could grow any wider, did. "I will always be yours, Loverboy Lance."

notes: i low-key kinda don't like how this ended up but i tried. it's also only slightly proof-read because i wanna move on to a keith fic now. also, if you saw this before, i reposted it cause i wanted it after my masterlist stuff so its still the same just reposted. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated. i also may make a taglist so let me know if you wanna be on it!

@cafekitsune made the dividers here!

thank you for reading!!

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liiizzard · 5 days ago

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my soul has your claim, my soul is in flames by queen-of-voltronian (tellymauve)

wow where do i begin. this was beautiful. there was a lot of action that was really well written. so much fucking pining oh my god. SLOWEST BURN GOD JUST KISS ALREADY !!! so many really fun moments the fucking abba scene. THE DANCING AT THE BALL RAAAAAAA. stupid fucking blind idiots ! lots and lots of emotions and hard emotional conversations ripping my little heart to pieces. i also LOVE when fanfic writers create their own alien races and planets with so much lore and detail and it was done so fantastically here.

essentially what i am saying is: big fan, one of my all time fave’s now for sure. if you haven’t you should definitely read it.

also there is some AMAZING fanart that has come from this fic

#i hope someday i get to experience love that deep #silly little gay people #voltron #klance #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #keith kogane #fanfic rec #fanfic review #klance fanfiction #slow burn #pining

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shatterinseconds · 2 years ago

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tell me why keith looks like he's pining for lance in every interaction with him

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #2023 is the year of pining keith #there are so many that i got too lazy to look for them all

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damnlance · 11 months ago

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hello pls enjoy this random klance blurb idea that’s been rotting in my brain..

so keith is a truck driver and is usually on the road at aaaalllll hours of the day/night. he’s always tired and exhausted and sometimes doesn’t even get to go home because of where he’s delivering to, resulting in him resting in crappy hotels (paid for by his job), and only getting a few hours of sleep if he can. he’s a very careful truck driver even if he’s surrounded by other reckless, idiot drivers, and takes his job very seriously. although he misses home, he enjoys life on the road and has traveled to some cool places all over the country. and sometimes, he gets to take his giant wolf-dog kosmo with him for company. he brings back cool souvenirs for his friends/family when he does return to his small but cozy home in the desert and doesn’t have too many complaints.

until one morning, as he’s driving on a busy highway, he runs into ‘before work traffic.’ he’s stuck in front of some fancy blue car and the owner is driving like he’s under the influence or something. the owner keeps swerving to the left, sometimes getting honked at, and keith has to drive so slow, most of the time not at all, because the guy stops moving and it’s pretty hard to break when keith isn’t prepared for it AND can barely see the tail of this blue car in his big, tall truck. so keith stays on high alert, praying for anyone to get in between him and this possibly intoxicated weirdo who’s going to cause an accident! things begin looking up when the traffic starts moving smoothly and the a-hole in the blue car starts driving like he means it. and keith can finally begin his cruise to his destination that’s 2 hours away so he can get back home. all cars around him are driving like they should be and keith feels a little of his nerves start to dissipate.

but of course that quickly goes out the window because the fancy blue sports car suddenly slams on their brakes and keith is nowhere near prepared for it. he rear ends the blue car, not too hard but definitely not gentle, which causes him to slam on his own brakes to prevent anymore damage. he hits his forehead on the steering wheel in the process and nearly blacks out.

everything horribly wrong runs through keith’s veins and he proceeds to get over onto the shoulder lane of the highway, following the banged up sports car. keith takes a deep breath and when it’s safe to do so, opens his truck door and climbs out of it. he walks around to the front of his truck, too afraid to look at the damage to the sports car. his truck barely has a scratch.. but it does have the sports car’s goddamn license plate stuck to it..

before keith has the chance to form any kind of apology, a figure is slowly getting out of the sports car. keith’s eyes hesitantly float to the figure. and he’s tall, dark, and handsome. he’s got silky bronze skin and sapphire blue eyes that leave keith hypnotized. great. he feels even more guilty now. wiping his sweaty palms on his dark jeans, keith goes to approach the good looking guy but is immediately stopped by him.

“holy crow!” the guy shouts. keith winces, assuming the obvious. fancy car dented like a can of sardines, license plate damn near glued to keith’s truck like a hood ornament. goodbye job, hello lawsuit. but when keith opens his eyes, he realizes that this godlike guy is staring.. at him. he straightens his posture, and when he goes to speak, the guy speaks over him. “are you alright, man!?”

“m-me?” keith asks like an idiot because of course he’s talking to him. who the fuck else is around!? butterflies ravage around keith’s insides because this sexy piece of art is walking towards him and boldly gripping him by the shoulders, keith has no time to think because this guy’s elegant, angelic scent enraptured keith like a long overdue hug, leaving him infatuated.

“oh dude, you’re bleeding!” the gorgeous guy with the piercing sapphire eyes exclaims. keith can’t be bothered by it though, he’s too busy being shot by cupid’s arrow. this guy has the most perfect skin keith has ever seen, it shines so radiantly in the sun that keith swears he can see his own reflection. getting a good look at him, keith notices how faultless his face is. this guy has the most symmetrical face ever. his nose is long and pretty, and freckles dance along the bridge going from one springy cheek to the other. with a piercing through his septum, decorated with diamonds, keith nearly melts into a puddle. peach fuzz sits just underneath that freckled nose, resting on his plump, pink upper lip and if keith inhales, he can smell the faintest bit of cinnamon, most likely a balm of some sort. his lashes are long and satiny and the way he bats his eyes, keith swears he can feel a tiny breeze coming from them. his hair is a light brown, resting just above his chiseled jawline, extra curly and bouncy from the way the subtle breeze is blowing through it. and those eyes. keith could die in those eyes. he wishes he could wake up to those eyes. there isn’t the slightest bit of imperfections on his godlike face anywhere. no wrinkles or crows feet or old scars. no moles or beauty marks. just.. heaven.

“dude!” a pinch to the arm has keith snapping out of it, dragging him back to the harsh reality that he just rear ended this angel’s expensive ass sports car.

“h-huh?” he says because he doesn’t know how long he was under this guy’s spell and because what are words?

“i said you’re bleeding!” the guy reaches up to keith’s forehead, slightly moving keith’s long, shoulder length hair out of his face, and touching his hairline with two fingers. he pulls them down to keith’s view and low and behold. red. that just about snaps keith back to their current situation and he jumps back, away from the angel.

“jesus!” he yells, holding himself. “i-i’m sorry!”

“for bleeding?” the blue-eyed guy speaks, his voice raspy and deep. “yeah, dude, it’s cool.” he smirks in a devious, yet playful way. keith’s heart sinks to his stomach.

“uh,” keith swallows hard, “f-for hitting on you! i-i mean-!” he babbles, he stutters, he hiccups, “y-your car!! for hitting your car!”

the guy says nothing as keith yaps on and on about insurance and paying for the damages and even apologizing for getting his blood on the guy’s fingers. he can’t stop himself from the word vomit but somehow, mystery man doesn’t seem to care. he just smirks even more until it blends into a smile that keith can’t bother to look at.

his heart falls to his ass now.

“dude?” the guy says, shushing keith. it works. of course it does, keith would shut the fuck up a million times if this guy said to.

“hm..” keith swallows hard.

“i don’t care about the car.”

keith’s mouth falls open. “you don’t!?”

the guys smiles again, so unearthly that keith’s heart is now between his feet.

“no. i only care about the gash in your head.” he chuckles. fuck. “it’s pretty deep. i can go with you to the hospital..”

keith is at a loss for words! this gentleman sent from god just had his fancy, million dollar sports car crushed by keith’s 7,000 pound truck filled with useless mattresses (his delivery this week), and all he cares about is.. keith’s bleeding forehead!?

ain’t no fucking way.

“no!” keith yells and the guys kinda flinches. “i mean! y-your car!! i-! your car is-! i didn’t mean to..”

god, here he goes babbling again. like seriously? it gets the guy smiling AGAIN and keith can’t handle it. who the fuck put this man on the planet???

“sir?” he says. fucking sir. he reaches for keith’s tensed shoulders and keith melts. literally. “relax.” their eyes lock and keith swears he will never look at anything else again because there is nothing on earth that is more captivating.

“o.. kay..” keith nods, looking up at his angel. he’s about 2 inches taller than keith, but that’s alright with him. a light blush fills his nose and soon his cheeks when he realizes how close they are again.

“you seem really distraught by the whole thing. allow me to introduce myself. my name is lance.”

keith nods again, unable to speak because his angel has a name and it’s just as beautiful as him.

“and yours?” lance asks.

“k.. k-keith..” keith forces out.

lance smiles AGAIN for fucks sake, keith is going to be reduced to ashes if he keeps doing that.

“it’s nice to meet you, keith.” lance moves his hands from the top of keith’s shoulders down to his forearms, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. keith would like to step out onto the ongoing traffic that’s still going on beside them because all of this is literally happening on the side of the fucking road!

“mhm.” keith squeaks. like actually. lance removes his hands and keith gets so cold. he moves over to keith’s truck to assess the (nonexistent) damages and almost laughs.

“you know, you really did me a favor,” he says, placing his slender hands on his taught waist. keith squeaks again.

“oh.. how so?” keith walks over slowly, looking from the sports car to his truck that barely has a dent in it.

“i’ve been wanting to get rid of this car since i got it three years ago.” lance says. “my fancy rich parents got it for me for my twenty-third birthday and i’ve always hated it.” he looks over and finds keith’s eyes.

keith goes beet red.

“i got into a fight with said parents about it a few days ago and kinda prayed that something bad would happen to it.” lance continues, crossing his arms over his chest. “guess that makes you like my angel or something?”

what. the fucking. hell.

keith goes all the way red, so red that the blood from his gash blends into his face almost perfectly. lance just smiles wide and cheekily like he knows what he’s doing and keith knows he does.

“kidding.” lance says with a laugh and a smirk. he walks away to his car and proceeds to open the drivers side door, grabbing a backpack and a rather large duffle bag from the small backseat. he grabs a few more things from the cupholder, the armrest, and reaches over to the passenger side for the glove compartment, shoving all those items into his duffle bag. he grabs the keys out of the ignition and closes the door, pressing the lock button twice. pulling his phone from his back pocket, he takes a picture of the damages to his car and nods his head. “alright, sent.”

“what??” keith’s eyes grow wide. “you just-!”

“i just sent a pic to my annoying parents. yeah, man.” lance is smiling and keith is falling hard. he reaches over to the front of keith’s truck and peels off his license plate, smiling at it. “this will make a great mantelpiece above my parent’s fireplace. what do you think?” he smiles at keith and raises one of his perfectly arched eyebrows.

keith can’t help but smile back. this man is devious. “i.. think it’s badass.”

lance’s eyes do this thing where they light up like a christmas tree and keith can’t fucking feel his jelly legs!

“that’s my boy.” lance fucking purrs and okay yeah keith is 100% sure he moans.

a lot happens in those next few minutes because words are exchanged and the next thing keith knows, his drop dead gorgeous angel is in the passenger seat of his giant truck and they’re driving to the nearest hospital for keith to get stitches. after a good look in the mirror and the adrenaline leaving his veins, keith realized that his gash was actually that. a deep one. it was bleeding down his face and crusting and he concluded that he needed to get it checked out. at least he could play the hurt card and get out of work for a day, maybe two. after he finished his delivery, he’s not that hurt.

as for lance? well.. let’s just say that he was pretty happy holding keith’s hand while he got stitches. and talking up the cute nurse at the front desk to lower the bill for keith’s stitches. and paying said bill for keith’s stitches. and finishing the delivery with keith. and even driving all the way home to some fancy gated community full of giant mansion-like houses with big swimming pools and porcelain fountains.

it’s about 2pm when they finish their little adventure as keith parks his truck just outside of the gated neighborhood. he reaches up to touch the gauze on his forehead and receives a slap to the hand.

“no!” lance yells, “don’t touch! you gotta let it heal properly.”

“right,” keith nods nervously, fidgeting with the dark leather gloves on his hands. lance seems to notice them and points.

“aren’t you hot in those?” he asks. “it’s like eighty degrees out.”

“nah,” keith shrugs, staring at his hands, “i pretty much lived in the desert, so im used to the heat.”

for some reason that makes lance smile. not too much but enough to make keith realize that he would do anything to make him smile over and over.

“yeah, being used to the heat must be nice and all,” lance shrugs, “considering how hot you are.”

an actual jolt of electricity runs up keith’s spine so hard that he has to subtly arch his back away from the leather seat because he’s pretty sure it’s getting hot in his truck and he doesn’t mean the temperature.

lance seems to notice because his smile doesn’t falter. it hasn’t faltered all day. not after the accident. not at the hospital. not at keith’s delivery site or the long drive back to lance’s home. he’s been smiling all day considering his precious car being totaled and his wealthy parents most likely being furious with him.

“i apologize for being so forward but,” lance sighs like he’s been dying to get this off his chest, “can i.. get your number?”

keith chokes on air. “m-my… number??”

lance nods. “yeah. like, your phone number.”

“.. why?” keith fucking blurts out like a goddamn idiot!!! his face seems to match the screaming voice in his head because lance continues to smile, chuckles even. he’s so beautiful.

“so i can text you for your insurance information, duh?” lance smirks. when keith takes his sarcasm seriously, lance rolls his eyes. “oh my god, so i can call you sometime!.. m-maybe..”

“me!?” keith can’t believe this. “you want to call me?”

lance nods, turning his body towards keith so he can face him. “yeah. is that.. cool?”

“yes!” keith nods rapidly, “i mean.. sure.”

“cool.” lance bites his lower lip as he reaches for his phone in his lap. they exchange phone numbers and lance goes as far as to take a picture of keith for his picture in his phone. when keith tries to hide stating that his long hair is messy and the bandage on his head looks dumb, lance reassures him that he looks cute and how he wanted to remember keith just like he is now. ‘sexy, yet adorable’ he said. keith literally can’t keep being tortured like this.

it was keith’s turn to take a picture of lance. his hair was a perfect kind of messy and his lips glossy with cinnamon lip balm, a scent that filled the air in keith’s truck. he smiled big, so big that his eyes kind of closed and turned into crescents. he was just so insanely gorgeous that keith didn’t know what to do with himself!!! he saved his name as guardian angel lance with a blue heart emoji to match those hypnotic eyes. his favorite eyes.

as their time came to an excruciatingly sad end, they said their goodbyes. lance opened keith’s hand and placed something inside before reaching over and planting a scorching hot kiss to keith’s cheek, thanking him for the eventful day. keith was a stone cold statue as lance happily made his way out of the truck and into his gated neighborhood, putting in some kind of PIN code before the rather large gates opened up to let him in. he turned to wave goodbye to keith before he disappeared down a hill.

when keith came to, he looked down in his hand to see the cinnamon lip balm sitting in the palm of his hand, waves of exhilaration and adoration swimming along the insides of his stomach. his heart did a small little pang and he had to clutch his chest at the unfamiliar feeling.

is this.. love?

to be continued..?

part 2

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