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"What about... this one." Lance said as he pointed to a fading scar on Keith's ankle, moving his legs under each other to perch more comfortably. "The first place you look is my foot? I knew you were a weirdo but..." Keith mumbled, smiling at the offended look on his comrades face. Lance gasped obnoxiously, placing one hand on his chest and putting the other one on Keith's shoulder for stability. "Uh I think that's a burn mark... I'm not sure though." Keith looked down at his calf with a puzzled look on his face, still trying to recall how he got the scar in question. He assumed he had gotten it in battle but his train of thought was interrupted when Lance started speaking again. "Well that's good enough. Also I'm not into feet so shut up. It's your turn now." Keith chuckled at his companion, turning around to study his body for things he could question. A pink blush crept its way up Lance's neck as his friend admired him, lifting his shirt to look in more detail and undressing the rest of him with his eyes alone. Keith wasn't aware that he was checking Lance out, even though he was taking in every inch of Lance's skin. Staring in awe at his sun-kissed chest, recognising the tan lines left by his casual clothing, and his eyes lingering on his toned abs and muscles a few seconds longer than the rest of his body.
Neither of them knew why they decided to play this odd game of 21 questions. Keith was just curious about a scar Lance had above his eyebrow. He'd been curious about it for a while and took the chance to ask. Meanwhile Lance was just happy they weren't fighting, taking the opportunity to spend quality time alone with Keith. He wasn't sure what to call him. He had already confessed a few months ago, just before Keith left, but Keith didn't give him a solid answer, dodging the question. He didn't bother asking again, pride slightly bruised from being metaphorically left on seen in real life. Lance's internal pity party was abruptly stopped when, after a short while of studying his body, Keith found something worth asking about. A long scar. Red from irritation stared at him, starting just beside Lance’s navel. The end of said scar wasn't visible so Keith took it upon himself to investigate further. He wrapped his fingers around the waist band of Lance's trousers, slowly pulling them down, more and more of his legs becoming visible. The mark got slightly wider as it reached its end in the middle of Lance's upper thigh. "Whoa... How'd this happen..? Lance?" Keith glanced up and froze when he saw the beads of sweat that dripped down Lance's forehead, as the blush on his face got worse and crept up to his ears. "I... I thought I said nothing dirty..." The words came out croaky and broken as Lance's mouth went dry, slightly embarrassed at the exposure. "Well I wasn't trying to be... I just..." Finally, the realisation hit him like a train. Keith had just pulled down Lance's trousers, revealing his boxers. He was so preoccupied in finding out how far the scar went, he completely missed Lance's babbling protests at the idea of exposing himself like that, as well as completely blanking on what he was actually doing.
Neither of them could say anything. Lance sat still, turning his head away from Keith as his face got impossibly redder. His thighs started to shake from both nervousness and the slight chill of the air around them. Keith was also now bright red, his blush much more visible thanks to his pale skin in comparison to Lance. Keith retreated his hands from the waist band of Lance's joggers, trying to look anywhere else but the newly exposed skin. Of course he failed, occasionally stealing glances. He knew he shouldn't, but Lance was tempting.
Suddenly Lance spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper, but luckily Keith caught it. "Keith..what am I to you?" It caught Keith off guard for sure. They'd known each other for ages, and yet Keith was still hesitant to answer, instead going for clarification. "What do you mean?" Keith asked, actually looking at Lance's face this time, but mentally punching himself every time his eyes flickered downward. Lance sighed, he'd half expected Keith to turn him down there and then, but to forget he even asked made Lance's heart sting. "Before you left…I asked if you..felt the same way I did. I really like you Keith. I didn't think I did, when I first met you I hated you, but when I think back on it now..I realise I was just in denial. I wanna ask you again, and I want an answer even if..that answer is no. Will you go out with me?" It was more of a desperate plea than a question, but nevertheless Lance's heart rate picked up. He didn't expect it to be that difficult. He watched as Keith became more stunned throughout his confession. He felt like a fool for not answering Lance the first time, instead choosing what he thought was the safest option of leaving him hanging. In actuality it was the cowardly option. Keith tried to speak, he had so much he wanted to say. Unfortunately for him, his body wouldn't let him say any of it. The few seconds of silence that fell over them felt like a lifetime, with Keith still struggling to get his words out, and Lance wishing the ground would swallow him up. However, that was rectified when Keith leaned in closer, putting one hand on the floor beside him for stability, and the other on Lance's cheek before pressing his lips against him. Lance kissed back without hesitation, lifting his hand and placing it on top of Keith's, squeezing slightly. They broke away gently, still holding hands and breathing heavier from both the kiss and their nerves. "So…is that a yes or…?" Keith laughed, smiling so hard his face started to hurt then kissing Lance again on the cheek. "Of course it's a yes. I'm sorry I didn't say anything before, it was a real dick move. The only excuse I've got is that I didn't want to say yes and then…not make it back to you. I'm sorry Lance." It was a heart-felt apology Lance had to admit, and he couldn't bring himself to stay mad. "You can make it up to me by buying me lunch. You should always treat a man to dinner, y'know." That didn't mean he wouldn't milk it though. Keith sighed and nodded, giving in to Lance's demand to his dismay.
"By the way Lance," He looked up and smiled at Keith, waiting for him to continue. "You still..have your trousers down.." Lance squealed as he scrambled to put his clothes right, pushing the laughing Keith off of him. "You're such a pain.." Lance groaned, blushing at Keith's reply. "I'm sure you can handle it, Loverboy." [END]