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He needed the Internet. Why did a flying castle that could resurrect people have no Internet? Ten thousand years ago people could build pods that you bring back to life, but they didn’t come up with the Internet?
Lance didn’t get it. It was wrong on so many levels, and the first of them, in his opinion, was the lack of information, because there are things you cannot ask your friends about. There are things just thinking of which makes you die of… let’s say, embarrassment. Something, that’s related to blood rushing abruptly to your cheeks, ears and neck.
And considering how much blood was… in some other place, Lance suspected that he could possibly die of blood deficiency in his heart. ‘Cause if there’s no blood in it, you die, right? Unfortunately, Lance’s biology knowledge was quite primitive. He was much more interested in flights. Thus he knew that blood is red and that due to that same biology puberty makes awkward things to your body.
For example, your voice breaks. Or for some reason you wake up with a hard-on and you remember quite clearly that nothing in your dream could cause it.
Or at least Lance was sure that his dream about drawing with his fingers on Keith’s back — connecting moles into constellations — shouldn’t lead to such a result.
In fact, it should have been the princess.
In fact , Keith’s moles might not necessarily be exactly like that. Of course, yesterday Lance… saw… No, he definitely didn’t stare yesterday, when Keith’s T-shirt rode up, at how many moles he had.
Finally, it’s just biology. Sometimes you wake up with a hard-on.
Yeah.
***
It happened again next morning. Only this time it was the belly, Lance was on his knees, and his tongue was involved in all this.
He rolled over on his stomach, aggressively ignoring everything, and broodingly munched on the edge of the pillowcase.
Maybe if asked Pidge real nice, he would find a way to access the Internet? For example, they could steal Galra’s technology and reprogram it. He could find himself some porn in the net and relieve the tension while looking at pretty girls, not at Keith’s white skin with moles. Lance shuddered.
And he could send his mother an email and explain what happened to him. Thinking of mom right after porn was awkward. No, not exactly. It was wrong .
Lance buried his face in the pillow.
He was a terrible son. He missed home very much. But he also was just a normal teenager, and Keith was just an annoying upstart and his teammate.
***
And then it happened right in the middle of a training session, when Keith undercut him. Falling, Lance grabbed at him and dragged him down too.
He almost saw stars from hitting the floor. But again all blood rushed into his head and down there , and why couldn’t his stupid heart just stop right there, so that the princess would gently put him in a pod.
Everybody would worry about him, and Keith wouldn’t look at him right now with such big round eyes. Did Keith always have such beautiful eyes? Almost entirely black with purple streaks.
“You are heavy!” yelled Lance, shoving Keith off of him.
“You… you…” the other one didn’t find how to reply. He sat down cross-legged and ruffled his hair.
“I’m off to shower!” Lance quickly added and perhaps blushed even more intensely. Sometimes it’s better to think before speaking, but he never was good at it. Lance was a man of action.
And he didn’t go to shower because of this .
And who really cared, why he needed to shower?
***
Lance was absolute in his self-persuasion.