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Keith watched from the window of the school's photography room, his fingers tracing the sharp edge of Lance's jawline, up his cheeks and up even further to his dazzling, blue eyes.The tanned male could be seen easily. He was stood with his friends, Hunk and Pidge, joking about how all the girls in the school were crazy about him. Even when Pidge pointed out the fact that all of them had rejected his advances, Lance still paraded around blathering about how he was too good for them and they knew it. The black-haired male watching from across the courtyard, however, found his overconfidence adorable, stupidly arrogant, but adorable nonetheless. He chuckled softly when Lance placed a proud hand over his heart and declared that he was the hottest guy in the school, or the world as he quickly corrected himself afterwards.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he perched on the windowsil, his phone heavy in his fingers. Without really thinking, he lifted the phone upwards, pointed it at Lance and almost fell off the windowsil at the startling sound of the snap that the phone released when the photo was taken. His cheeks darkened in embarrassment as he immediately worked to delete the picture, his fingers fumbling while he tried to open his gallery. Shit. Shit. Shit. He cursed quietly, his breathing quickening in panic and it was then that he made a stupid mistake. His phone slipped through his fingers and out of the window. SHIT. Lance glanced up, his focus captured by the phone screen glinting as it fell towards the concrete and as quick as a whip through the air, he leapt forward and caught it. His heart twisted when he realised what exactly he was looking at. It was him, caught at such an angle that the morning sun was gleaming behind him, bathing him in light and oh, such a gorgeous picture it was.
Keith had been hurrying down the steps and when he reached the courtyard and realised that Lance had seen the picture, he turned back and raced off, panic rising fast enough to make him dizzy. Meanwhile, the tanned teen was looking through the phone, wondering which lovely lady he would have to thank for the picture and that was before he saw the screensaver. A male with pale skin, dark hair that was long enough to look like a mullet and violet eyes appeared on the screen, he had a bright smile on his face and an arm wrapped around someone much older than him. Lance blinked in confusion while Pidge and Hunk gathered around him to see what he had been looking at, “Oh that’s Keith’s phone! Quick! Check it for blackmail material!” Pidge leapt for the phone, but since she was way too short, she soon gave up and stepped away with an angry pout on her lips and her arms crossed like a child.
“Keith, huh?” Lance mused, liking how his name felt in his mouth, “He’s cute.” The taller male remarked, a small, genuine smile appearing on his face. “Are you friends?” He asked Pidge, a hopeful gleam in his eyes that the minion certainly noticed.
She chuckled darkly, “You could say that. That’s his brother, Shiro, just so you know~” Pidge pointed to the older male in the picture, “And I heard Keith is gay and single~” Lance visibly froze and Pidge held back the urge to shout ‘Error. Lance.exe has stopped working’.
“Where is he?” Lance growled with desperation, anticipation rising inside him as he grabbed her shoulders and gently shook Pidge until she gave up the information he greatly desired. He sprinted off into the main building of the school and through the hallways until he reached the room belonging to the photography club. There he was, searching nervously through the contents of a camera while his foot tapped against the table he was sat on. His fingers flew over the buttons, deleting any pictures he wasn’t satisfied with until he found that perfect one that made his gaze soften and brought a small, peaceful smile to his lips. Lance took a deep breath before turning the door handle and stepping into the room, startling the smaller boy to the point where he almost fell off the table.
“Can I, uhm, help you?” You could sense the panic in his voice as he settled the camera on the table beside him.
Lance inhaled deeply and stormed forward, causing Keith to squeak in fear and it was then that he actually did fall off the table. He groaned in pain as he landed on his backside and Lance paused in his pursuit for just a moment before hurrying to his side to make sure he was okay. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you! I saw the picture you took of me on your phone.” Oh no. Keith’s face fell, the colour draining from his skin as he refused to meet Lance’s eyes. “I liked it.” His head jerked up, a small blush lighting up his pale cheeks.
“You did? Oh God, i’m so sorry. I wasn’t really thinking and the angle was really good and there was the sun behind you and-“ Lance pressed a finger to his lips to silence him, causing Keith’s blush to deepen in response to the feeling of his fingers against his skin. He shoved away the urge to open his mouth and invite the long finger in, knowing it would make Lance uncomfortable.
“It’s fine, trust me! I don’t mind at all if a cutie takes pictures of me~” Cutie? Keith’s mouth dropped a little, realising that Lance had just...flirted with him.
“Lance...” The black-haired boy started, not really knowing what he wanted to say. He drew his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it gently in thought. “Can I take another picture? This time with your consent of course.” Keith looked up at him, expecting an answer straight away, except that Lance’s focus was drawn to the little marks where Keith’s teeth had been on his lip. He slowly reached a hand up towards his face, allowing his thumb to run lightly over Keith’s bottom lip. A soft whine left the smaller boy when Lance suddenly pulled away, a bright blush exploding on his cheeks.
“Y-Yes, of course! Uhm, i’m sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself-“ Lance was interrupted by a hand on his, lifting it up towards Keith’s mouth where the smaller boy proceeded to plant a gentle kiss on his finger tips. Lance’s blush deepened when the pale boy poked his tongue out to run it along the length of Lance’s index finger. “Keith,” He whispered, his gaze captured by the hooded, violet eyes of the boy in front of him.
“Lance.” Keith breathed, climbing forward on his hands and knees towards him, hunger in his eyes. They were close enough that the two teens could feel each others’ breath on their mouths, drawing them closer together. In one movement, Lance grabbed Keith by the collar of his jacket and dragged him against him, his lips slamming hungrily against the other’s. And that was when the cavalry arrived. Pidge slammed open the door, Hunk trailing timidly behind her as she narrowed her eyes at the boys hiding behind the table.
“Take your makeout session elsewhere, stupid horny teenagers.” Pidge grumbled as she settled down in her seat in the corner, glaring at the two as she watched them separate. Lance planted a gentle kiss on Keith’s cheek after they had stood up.
“See you around, Keith~” He smirked as he left the room.
“God I hope so.” Keith replied truthfully, his breath faltering as he collapsed back onto a table, “He’s going to kill me.”
“God I hope so.” Pidge sighed, “Then I won’t have to deal with your gross ass pining.”
“Yeah...” Keith mused dreamily, closing his eyes in euphoria, “If I died right now, my only regret would be that we only kissed once.” But what a great kiss it was, Keith finished in his mind before the rest of the class filed in for their lesson.