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Klance short
This takes place when Matt and Pidge went to get supplies for Lance’s arm
“Where is everyone?” Lance asked walking out. He was wearing red Altean pajamas with his blue lion slippers. Still no hair.
“Hey Lance, you want some breakfast?” Keith asked.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
Keith had a secret to keep, and he wasn’t doing a very good job. “Uh, well all I know is that Hunk went back to the space mall with Coran, and Shiro and Allura… are other wise occupied.”
“What does that mean?” Lance asked.
“You don’t need to think about it.” He was doing a really bad job of keeping the secret.
“That’s suspicious but I’ll drop it, but do you know what this means?”
“No?”
Lance walked up closer looking at his with his brown eyes giving a cocky smile.
“What.”
“We’re alone.. aren’t we?” He wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Yes?”
“So you know what that means?”
“No?” Lance closed in, shrinking the distance between the two. Keith was still confused.
“It means,” he leaned in closer. “That I’m going to kick your ass at space checkers.”
Keith laughed. “You wish!” They ran to the living area and pulled out the box. They think it was more like space chess, but the way Coran explained it was very confusing, so they played checkers instead. The board lay between them, both of them sitting cross legged. Keith sat with his hand covering his mouth pausing for a moment and then moving the piece. Lance couldn’t help but stare, Keith was beautiful. He loved his pale skin, his almond eyes with almost purple irises, his mullet even.
“You’re staring.” Keith said looking up. “Also it’s been your turn for a few minutes.”
“Right.” He looked down at the board, but he ended up looking back at him again.
“What.” Keith noticed him staring again.
“You should put your hair up more often. K your turn.”
Keith blushed, “Is that what he’s starting about?” He wondered. All he did was pull some of it into a pony tail (what does everyone else call it if not pony tail.) But it wasn’t long enough to all fit, so some hung at the base of his neck. He felt nervous now. What else was he staring at him for? He wasn’t wearing his jacket, (they turned up the heating for Lance,) maybe that was it that? He wasn’t sure. But now it was his turn to stare. Lance’s shoulder’s were so broad, but his thick short hair was gone, he hid it underneath a stupid hat, Keith could tell he missed it. He was still lethargic and looked sickly.
Lance looked up. “You miss my hair?”
“Why am I so easy to read??” He questioned himself.
“I do too.”
They continued playing. “Great now he’s depressed.” Keith thought to himself. “Good job” How could he fix this? Keith bit his lip, within a second he kissed him and went back to playing. Lance blushed not fully comprehending the situation.
“Your turn” Keith smirked.
“Uh.. yeah.”
“Checkmate.”
“Do you still say checkmate for space checkers?”
“Space checkmate.”
“Fiiiiine” He complained. He lay on his back and draped his arm over his eyes. “End it already.”
Keith took Lance’s last piece and peaked over to make sure Lance was ok. His eyes were closed.
“Now you’re the one staring.” He pat the spot next to him. Keith was confused. “Come lay with me.”
“Oh. Ok.” Keith went over and lay next to him, for having slept next to each other so many times since he’s been back why was this awkward?
“C’mere.” He held his good arm out. Keith lay his head down, and Lance wrapped his arm around him. Lance was smiling “What do you want to play next?”
Honestly Keith was tired, he didn’t really want to get up. “Whatever you want.”
“That’s a dumb answer.”
Keith sat up. “What the hell Lance?”
He stayed laying down “I want to do what you want to do, we already did what I wanted.”
Lance was right, he probably saw right through him.
“Don’t treat me differently, please.”
“Lance..”
He sat up, If you’re not choosing, then we’re swimming, we got interrupted by my least favorite thing in the universe.”
Keith looked confused.
“Lotor.”
Duh.
“Yeah let’s go swimming.” Keith got up fully and held a hand for Lance.
“Can you hold out your right arm? It kinda hard to get a grip.”
“Yeah of course.”
He waited outside his room in his swim suit. “Lance? It’s been a while. You ok?”
“Actually could i use your help.”
“Sure,” Keith said unaware of what he was signing up for. “Holy shit are you naked?!”
“We’re guys it’s fine, I just can’t get this swimsuit on.” Silence, Keith was blushing all the way to his ears. Lance laughed, “Are you helping me or what.”
“Sure sure.” He pulled Lance’s swimsuit up and tied the drawstring.
“Thanks Keith… uh Keith.”
“What?”
Lance chuckled a little. “Yeah you’re hard.”
“OK I’m giving you three seconds to stop laughing before I fuck you up. One!”
Lance was laughing harder than he ever heard him laugh before.
He couldn’t help but smile “Two!”
“Stop stop.” Lance laughed. “I’m sorry. “ He grabbed his hand and rested his head on his shoulder. He reached his hand down.
“Woah Lance.” Keith said shocked.
“You make me feel good, I want you to feel good.”
“I’m a virgin!” He said stopping Lance.
Lance kissed him, longer this time. He let his tongue trace the inside of his mouth. “I want you.” Hot breaths escaped Keith’s mouth. He wasn’t going to get swept away, he was going to do the sweeping. He pressed his leg into Lance’s crotch.
“Fuck,” Lance moaned resting his head on Keith’s shoulder. He panted. “Do you want to do this?”
Keith paused, “Fuck yes.” He accepted it, he's bottoming, he’s cool with it.
“You’re sure?” Lance asked again kissing his neck.
“I said yes.”
“Consent is important to me. I wish I could carry you.”
“Shit he’s sad.” Keith thought to himself. He pushed him onto the bed, surprising Lance. He lay him down and crawled over him.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Lance said wrapping his arm around his waist. He paused.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“No what’s wrong?” He sat up.
“I waited for this day for so long, but I can’t even carry you.”
“Two questions, how long?? And you think I’m so shallow I wouldn’t like you because you only have one arm?”
“No.”
“You didn’t answer the first question.”
Lance sighed, “open the drawer”
Keith climbed off him and looked inside. “Is this lube??”
Lance covered his eyes with his arm.
“Is it??”
“Yes!… yes it is.”
“Who were you planning on using this with? Space chicks?”
“You!”
Keith paused. “What?”
Lance kept his eyes covered. “I wanted to use it.. with you.”
“That was months ago!”
“I’ve liked you longer than that.”
“How long?”
Lance didn’t say anything.
“How long!” He asked sternly.
“After our bonding moment.”
“But you said you didn’t remember that.”
Lance sat up. “I lied.”
“Then why were you an asshole all the time?”
“First off, rude. Secondly because you’re the first guy I ever liked, I thought I was straight.”
Keith looked at his boner. “Well you’re not.”
“And that’s your fault.” He leaned forward and kissed Keith’s nose.
Keith wrapped his arms around his neck. They kissed again but now they were charged with so much emotion and passion, it was different. They called out each others names, kissing necks, pulling off clothes.
Nothing could have stopped them at that point, they were both too far gone, enraptured in each other. Every second they wanted to be closer.
“I’m ready.” Keith said, still kneeling on top of him.
He lubricated his fingers and felt the inside of him. “How does it feel?” Lance asked.
“Weird.”
“Should I stop?”
“No.” Keith wrapped around his neck. “Don’t stop.”
He rummaged around. “What is he looking for?” Keith wondered. Suddenly he felt a jolt. He let out a moan. “What was that?”
Lance kissed him. “Your G-spot.”
Keith was confused.
“It felt good right?”
“Too good.”
“Can I keep going?”
Keith nodded pulling himself closer.
“Ok I’m sticking it in. Let me know if it hurts.”
Keith nodded again. “Woah that feels weird.” He thought to himself. “But not bad.”
Lance flipped around and laid Keith down. His arm was shaking.
“I can be on top if you want.” Keith suggested.
He kissed him again, shifting his tongue, breathing heavily. “No, I want to do it like this.”
He saw a face he had never seen before. He wrapped his legs around his waist and kissed him back.
“Can I move?” Lance asked.
Keith nodded. This was the most embarrassing thing he’s ever done, but with Lance, it felt so right. Lance was trying to be slow, which Keith really appreciated. Lance let his weight rest on his forearm instead of his hands. Keith was worried but they were closer so that was good. His train of thought was interrupted when Lance hit that spot again. “Lance” He moaned.
“You ok?”
“Keep going.”
Keith was close, he could tell. Damn he wished he would feel him with both hands.
“You’re thinking stupid things again.”
Dammit he knew.
Keith pulled him into a kiss again, wrapping his legs around him further. “Think about me.”
Keith didn't have to tell him twice.
They lay next to each other, Lance playing with his hair. Lance chucked.
“What?”
“You’re going to have to wear your jacket tomorrow.”
“Why?”
Lance pointed. There was a series of kiss marks all across his collarbone. “You’re not any better.”
Lance looked down, his neck was covered too. Lance smirked and gave a quick kiss, “I don’t care if they know. I’m tired, night.” He buried his face in Keith’s shirt. (They had to make a quick change the sheets, hide the sheets, and put on pjs run)
Keith kissed the top of his head, “Night… and I’m topping next time”
“Yeah ok,” he said drowsily, “We can take turns.”
Keith scoffed, “Maybe once, but not after your ass hurts this bad.”