Filling in the Cracks

The spill had hardly even hurt. Well, that was thanks to his helmet for keeping his head safe, when his sniping perch gave way and he toppled a few floors down. But now, his blue and white helmet was split almost in two, severing a bunch of delicate wires and essentially cutting off his contact with the rest of the team.

Lance props his helmet up beneath his arm, carrying it beside him as he walked back to the rendezvous point. He wasn’t sure when the rest of his team would get there, without access to the comms, but they all knew the plan.

Just as he turns the corner, the broken fountain they’d deemed their meet up point coming into view, Keith flung himself at him with tears in his eyes. Lance drops his helmet in favour of catching his boyfriend, but the sudden weight and the momentum at which Keith was running topples them over.

With a grunt, Lance lands on his ass, and is just about to complain about it when he sees the absolute look of love and relief in Keith’s stormy eyes. “Honey?” Lance asks quietly.

“I was so fucking worried about you.” Keith whispers in response, his fingers skimming across every inch of Lance’s face and neck, making sure he was completely okay. “I heard you scream, and then--”

“I’m okay.” Lance soothes, and leans his face into one of Keith’s hands. “I just fell. I promise, my love, I’m okay.”

Keith sighs in relief, before swooping in to kiss the air out of Lance’s lungs. Not that Lance minds. When Keith wraps a strong arm around his shoulders, pulling them as close as their armor allows, Lance feels nothing but safe and loved in his lover’s arms. It didn’t matter that the hand cupping his cheek was shaking slightly, or that the lips against his own were a little too firm.

Lance brings his hands up to cup the sides of Keith’s face, reminding him that he’s here, he’s okay. They’re here together, and that’s all that matters. They could fill in the cracks together later, when they were alone and able to just be.