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Stop pushing yourself

Summary:

if this is ass it’s because I wrote it in school ok

Notes:

the interactions are gonna be real fast I didn’t want to build into this too much because I wrote it AT SCHOOL and I had to finish it fast

Work Text:

Keith was forcing himself to train too hard again, over-working himself. It was clear his body had a short amount of time left before giving out completely. Lance, of course, was not very fond of this. He desperately wanted to get Keith to stop, but nothing worked! Luckily, he came up with one of his greatest ideas ever.

Lance snuck into the training room while Kogane was resting, about to start the training sequence again, but before he could, McClain grabbed ahold of the boy and squeezed right.

“What the-“ - Keith cut himself off as he noticed who it was. “Oh” - he muttered, frowning.

He knew McClain wanted to get him to stop pushing himself too far, and now he was basically defenceless over the taller boy. Keith couldn’t help but relax into the embrace.

“Hi Lance” - he hummed as the boy behind him rested his chin on Kogane’s shoulder.

“Hey baby” - Lance teased. He loved how easy it was to get Keith flustered.

Kogane turned his head to the side and Lance took his chance, capturing the boys lips in a deep, intimate kiss. Their tongues kitty-licked at each other.

Lance could feel how heavy the smaller boys breath was and how tired his body was. As Keith’s body have in, McClain slipped his body into his arms and got up, separating their lips.

One thing that was very fun about their relationship? They were both able to pick one another up.

Kogane’s eyes shut and he fell asleep almost immediately, which doesn’t happen often, but I guess it was easier, given he was safe and comfortable in Lance’s arms.

The taller boy carried Keith to his bed and laid him down, getting in next to him. He wrapped his long lines around the smaller boy, pulling him closer.

Keith’s leg ended up atop of both of Lance’s, his head resting against the boys chest as his hands squeezed McClain’s waist, terrified of Lance leaving.

All this while McClain held him close with his head on Keith’s, lips in his soft, long black hair.