The Art of Falling Apart
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He still wanted to shake Lance senseless. Still wanted to force every stupid self-destructive thought out of his head permanently. But not like this. Not while Lance was bleeding through half-finished bandages and barely standing upright.
“Come here,” he said more gently.
Lance looked at him warily for half a second before the exhaustion apparently won out. Keith guided him carefully down onto the bathroom floor instead, maneuvering him until Lance sat between his knees with his back angled toward Keith’s chest.
The position felt immediately, dangerously intimate. Lance’s bare back rested inches from his chest now, warm and solid and distractingly close. Keith could smell the sharp disinfectant still lingering in the air beneath the cleaner scent of soap and the faint metallic trace of blood.Or
After a mission gone wrong in all the right ways, Keith storms into Lance’s room ready to start a fight over another reckless stunt, only to discover Lance is far more injured than anyone realized. What starts as anger turns into patching wounds on a bathroom floor, old insecurities dragged into the open, and the realization that they’ve both been holding back too much for too long.
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- Part 1 of The Art of Falling Apart
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Lance flinched at the direct mention of the kiss, his entire body tensing as if struck. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, a pained expression crossing his face before he could school his features back into a mask of indifference.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, the words barely audible, a pathetic denial that held no weight in the charged atmosphere between them. "It was... it was nothing. We got caught up in the moment. It was a mistake. People make mistakes."
The words were like ice, each one a deliberate attempt to minimize, to invalidate the intensity of what had happened between them.
"It's not a big deal, Keith. You're making it a big deal."
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After two weeks of being avoided by Lance, Keith is officially done being patient.
Cornering him in an empty hallway seems like a good idea at the time.
Getting trapped in a maintenance closet with him was definitely not part of the plan.
Sequel to Enthral (Me) and part 2 of The Art of Falling Apart series.
While this fic can be (somewhat) read on its own, it contains spoilers for and directly follows the events of Enthral (Me). So it might be confusing to read it as a stand-alone.Series
- Part 2 of The Art of Falling Apart