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“Shiro you’re not even paying attention!” Keith complained, sitting down on his bed. He was nervous. Tonight was the the night, it was prom night and he was freaking out. He had only just realized his feelings for Lance and now the whole reason they had started fake dating was about to be over. Keith had spent the last two hours getting ready, Shiro helping him and providing emotional support, if only he knew the inner conflict Keith was facing. Keith looked at himself in the mirror, pushing some of black hair behind his ear. He wasn’t ready for this, how was he supposed to just go back to being Lance’s friend? Then Keith thought about the possibility of Lance getting a girlfriend, that was the whole reason they started this whole fake dating thing wasn’t it? To get Lance a girlfriend? Keith could feel his chest tighten, why the hell did he agree to this stupid plan? Life was so much easier when he was just oblivious to his own emotions.
“Keith, you’re panicking. Stop it.” Shiro said plainly, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “It’s just one night, you’ll be fine.” Shiro was leaning against Keith’s door frame, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m still just impressed you’re even going to prom, with Lance no less.”
Keith sighed. “Yeah, well it’s all part of the show I guess.” Keith adjusted his shirt. He was wearing a deep red long sleeved button down with a black vest and black jeans, his hair was brushed out of his face and honestly Keith had never felt more uncomfortable.
Shiro squinted, eyeing Keith like he was looking for something. “Keith, you’ve been acting weird lately. Are you okay?” Of course Shiro would see that something was bothering Keith, this was Shiro, practically Keith’s brother. What was Keith supposed to say? ‘Oh its nothing, its just that I recently found out that I actually am in love Lance and I don’t really know what to do with this new information’ yeah, no.
“It’s nothing Shiro. I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.” Keith pushed his hair back one more time before there was a knock at the door. That was Lance. Taking a deep breath, Keith left his room and made the trek down stairs to the front door, opening it to see Lance waiting for him. He was dressed similarly to Keith, aside from instead of wearing a red shirt his was blue, and he was actually wearing dress pants instead of black jeans. Keith actually stopped breathing for a second when he saw the teen, the tie around hiss neck suddenly felt too tight.
When Lance walked past Keith to enter the house, he was suddenly overwhelmed by Lance’s cologne. It was citrus and cinnamon, just like that day in the gym. Tonight was going to be harder than Keith thought. “Wow Lance, you clean up nice.” Shiro’s voice brought Keith out of his thoughts just in time to see the man coming down the stairs.
“You know it,” Lance said with a smile. “Gotta look good for the boyfriend you know.” Lance winked at Keith. Yeah, tonight was going to be much harder than he thought.
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When Keith stepped out of Lance’s car, he was half surprised to see just how many people were at the prom venue. Was their senior class really this big? There were beautiful girls in extravagant dresses and attractive men in suits, Keith actually felt a little under dressed. Lance slipped his hand into Keith’s and they began walking toward the door. This was it. After tonight there would be no more Lance and Keith fake dating, they would just go back to being friends and Lance would go back to flirting with anything vaguely female. Keith held Lance’s hand a little tighter, not noticing how the taller boy glanced down at him, looking almost nervous.
The dance floor was already crowded when the two walked in, the lights dimmed and different colors flashing around. People’s bodies moved aimlessly against the music, others sat at tables, drinking water or punch. Keith heard someone call his name and looked to see Hunk sitting at one of the tables, Shay next to him. Hunk was in a golden suit, accentuating his tan skin and dark hair. Shay was wearing a matching gold dress, the short sleeves framing her arms and her dark hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail, she looked gorgeous. Lance and Keith made their way over to the two and sat down, Lance immediately falling into conversation with his best friend and his date.
“I have to say, this is nicer than I thought it would be,” Lance said, looking around at the colorful lights and the decorations. “Looks like the school really stepped up to the plate.”
“Tell me about it, even professor Coran showed up.” Hunk said, pointing to the mustached teacher. He was wearing a light blue suit, his tie a darker shade, his orange hair was brushed back and it looked like he spent hours making sure his mustache looked perfect. He was standing by the refreshment table, chatting with one of the female teachers. If Keith had been paying attention he probably would have noticed the encouraging look Hunk gave to Lance before saying “Shay and I are gonna go dance.” and disappearing. Now it was just Lance and Keith and the red clad teen had never felt so nervous in his life.
“You okay?” Lance asked, looking over to Keith, who had been silent since Hunk left. “You seem a little off.”
Keith tried his best to smile and look like nothing was wrong. “Yeah, I guess it’s just weird to think that we’re finally here. Guess this stupid plan of yours worked.” Lance laughed.
“Well of course, I’m a genius after all. Now we just wait for the ladies to come flooding in.” Lance smiled when he said this, but Keith felt like he himself was breaking. There was a long pause before Lance spoke up again. “Come on.” He said, grabbing Keith’s hand and pulling him from his seat. “Let’s go enjoy the dance.”
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Lance was always warm, Keith had come to know this. Every where Lance’s hands touched Keith it felt like he was burning. They moved across the dance floor seamlessly, their bodies working perfectly together. Lance had two hands on Keith’s waist and he had his fingers intertwined behind Lance’s neck. Most of the songs tonight had been relatively slow, obviously so that couples could dance together, but even when the songs were fast and up beat, Lance had no problem keeping his hands on Keith. It seemed like their bodies were never apart for more than a few seconds at a time and Keith loved it. Eventually the thoughts of ‘this is the last night I can touch Lance like this’ drifted away and suddenly Keith was just truly having fun. Lance occasionally cracked a joke in the middle of a song or they had their usual playful banter, but no matter what, Keith was always having a good time.
“Hey, Keith.” Lance’s voice grabbed Keith attention as the music started to die down. “Can I ask you something?” Keith was suddenly nervous. Did Lance know about his feelings? Was he going to reject him?
“Sure.” Keith said as a man began to take the stage. The music had completely stopped but Lance and Keith were still just as close as when it was playing.
“After tonight, do you want to-”
“Good evening Voltron High School Senior Class!” The man on the stage suddenly shouted, cutting off whatever Lance was about to say. “I hope you’re all having fun tonight!”
The whole room cheered, Lance was suddenly releasing Keith, taking a step so that they were no longer touching as he looked up to watch the man on stage. Keith suddenly felt cold and desperately wanted Lance to come back.
“Now I know it’s been a fun night,” The man on stage said. “But unfortunately we’ve gotta wrap it soon, so now its time for the most important part of any prom. Announcing the members of the Prom Court!” Once again the room erupted in cheers as the man pulled out a collection of envelopes, presumably with the names of the Prom Court winners.
The Prince and Princess were announced, but honestly Keith wasn’t paying attention, instead, he was painfully aware of how close Lance was at the same time aware of just how far away. Keith just wanted to go home, his chest was aching and he wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a thousand years.
“All right, and our Prom King and Queen are,” The guy on stage opened an envelope and looked at the names written on a white card. “Well this is new. It seems ladies and gentlemen that instead of having a Prom King and Queen, instead we have a Prom King and King!” Keith froze. “Lance McClain and Keith Kogane, if you could join me on the stage to claim you rightful place as Prom Kings.”
Keith was shocked. What the fuck? “Who the hell entered our names?” Keith asked, turning toward an equally shocked Lance. Lance turned to Keith, a wide smile suddenly replacing the shock.
“I did.” He said before taking Keith’s hand and dragging him toward the stage. The room erupted is applause and cheers and Keith felt like he was about to explode. Lance held Keith’s hand the entire time they were on stage, the crowns being placed on their heads and the sashes wrapped around their bodies, instead of the typical crown and tiara combo that the Prom King and Queen usually wore, it was two crowns and Keith felt the eyes over every person in the room, including Lance.
“The last song of the night will be dedicated to the Prom Court.” The man on stage announced as Lance lead Keith off the stage and to the dance floor, where he laced his arms around Keith’s waist, Keith’s own hands finding their way around Lance’s neck. The song that started to play was slow and romantic and it sent a blush to Keith’s face when he looked at how close he actually was to Lance, their bodies barley an inch apart.
“I have to admit, I didn’t actually think we’d win.” Lance said with a smile as he and Keith swayed along with the music, but something about the way he moved and spoke told Keith something was wrong. He thought back to before they were interrupted and Lance was about to say something.
“Earlier,” Keith started, looking up at the boy in front of him. “You said you wanted to ask me something. What was it?”
Lance’s eyes widened slightly before it looked like he started to blush. “Oh, that.” Lance looked away before continuing. “It, It was nothing, don’t worry about it.” Keith furrowed his brow as he continued to interrogate his date.
“Tell me, I wanna know.” Keith stated, Lance turned and looked at him again. He looked nervous, like he was afraid of his own words.
“It was just...well I was going to ask,” Lance paused, like he was trying to arrange his words in his head. Finally he sighed before looking away from Keith and instead focused on the crowd around him. “After tonight... do you want to go out some time...on a date...with me?”
Keith almost didn’t believe what just came out of Lance’s mouth. Did he just ask Keith out? On a date? Like a real date? There was no way this was real right, Lance was straight, he like girls and went on dates with girls and kissed girls! He must have been looking at Lance like he had grown a second head but honestly, that would have been less surprising than the words that just came out of the Cubans mouth.
“What?” Was all Keith managed, his mind reeling from the fact that Lance fucking McClain just asked him out.
“I said-” Lance started but Keith didn’t let him finish.
“I know what you said,” Keith’s heart was pounding. “It’s just...aren’t you straight?” The look Lance gave him sent shivers down Keith’s spine. Now Lance was looking at Keith like he had grown a second head.
“Wait,” Lance suddenly dawned a small smile. “You actually thought I was straight?”
“Well,” Keith looked down at his shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting. “You only ever flirt with girls, I’ve never even seen you show interest in a guy.”
Lance gave a small laugh before he moved one of his hands under Keith’s jaw, making him look up. “Keith, I’m bisexual,” Lance let go of Keith’s jaw and placed his hand back on his waist. “And I do flirt with guys, its just that the guy I flirt with apparently doesn’t realize I’m flirting with him.” Keith still looked like a deer in headlights so Lance continued. “This was never about getting girls to like me Keith. I just...didn’t know how else to ask you to prom.”
Keith just looked at Lance, his soft features, his perfect skin, his blue eyes that Keith could stare at for hours. It was only then that he realized he hadn’t answered Lance’s question.
“Yes.” Keith said, pulling himself out of his daze.
“What?” Lance looked confused.
“Yes, I want to go on a date...with you.” Lance looked shocked, like he didn’t expect Keith to say yes, but as soon as the look was there, it was gone and the flirtatious glint was back in those blue eyes.
“Okay,” Lance said, tightening his grasp on Keith’s waist. “One more question.” Lance leaned forward just enough so Keith could feel Lance’s breath on his skin. “Can I kiss you?”
Leaning forward the rest of the way, Keith pressed his lips to Lance’s, smiling at the small shocked gasp that came from the taller boy. This kiss wasn’t like the one at the track meet, it was passionate, but gentle at the same time. It felt like the crowd around them faded away as Lance tilted his head to get a better angle, deepening the kiss and making Keith’s knees weak. He didn’t care who was staring at them, all he cared about was the warmth radiating off of Lance and the pounding of his heart in his chest.
Maybe Lance’s plan wasn’t so stupid after all.