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Buzz.
"Hunk, do you think I should just join him on training deck and totally let my shit get beaten by him?", Lance's channel buzzed open, as they flew back from another scouting mission. Yellow, red and black spots flew across the sector, as they had scouted for planet D-34, presumably growing plants they could form new, solid food from.
Buzz.
"I mean, that's the only chance I get for him to touch me, right?", Lance added, letting his channel hum again, and then again:"I mean- You know, me lying under him-"
"No, sorry- Was that too much? But, you know... I'm growing desperate."
Buzz.
Buzz. Buzz.
"Hunk, why aren't you answering?"
Buzz.
"Bro, I thought you said you wouldn't judge me!"
Buzz.
Hunk wouldn't. But Keith was definetely too shocked to answer right now.
What the hell was Lance talking about?
Buzz. Buzz.
"Lance, did you cut off or did you finally stop rambling about Keith?", Hunk's channel finally answered his.
"Finally! I thought that I shocked you this time, Hunky. So, as I said..."
Buzz. Buzz.
Keith's channel stayed silent, and there was no contact from either Lance nor Hunk anymore. Did Lance know what just had happened?
In formation, they flew back into the hangar and as the three got into debriefing, none of them even hinted at that little incident.
"So we found some kind of cornflour", Lance tossed a small bag filled with white powder towards Pidge, who caught it with a glance:"Dude, stop throwing samples around!"
"Yeah, sorry", he rolled his eyes:"But we've also found pink carots!"
"Pink carots?", she shoved her glasses back:"Just give me a few so I can check them."
Lance began to aim again with a grin, but the deadly stare made him lower his arm really fast.
With the pink carot in her hands, Pidge trotted of, while the other's still stood around the large table - usually thought for long debriefing after longer missions, but this was just a short sidetrack to make their lives more comfortable in space.
"Any incidents or other encounters we should know of?", Shiro asked, arms crossed as he stuck to his leader role. Well, technically Keith is, now, but he's glad Shiro is taking over one or two times more. Also keeps him busy.
Well, there was one incident.
"Nope", Keith said way too casually, his shrugg ominous:"Nothing."
"Yeah, nothing...", Lance eyed him with suspicion:"Mullet, you're saying it weird. Something's the matter?"
"No?"
Keith, learn to lie better, damn it.
"I didn't say anything weird. I said it completely normal. You're weird."
"Yeah. Whatever, mulletbrains."
Keith only scoffed as he backed off:"I guess briefings over? See y'all later-"
"Wait, where are you heading to?", Hunk caught him right before he could leave:"You know what? I'll go help Pidge. But Lance needs some serious training. Imagine if we've encountered someone today, he wouldn't have made it. Right, Lance?", he overenthusiatsically squabbled, and lucky for Lance, Keith didn't see his way to obvious wink he threw him over.
Not that Keith didn't catch on to what he was doing right now anyway.
"Not true!", Lance stammered, his ears turned red as Hunk cleared his throat:"I mean, not totally true...", he corrected himself, as Hunk's try to wingman him was straight up outrageous, but at least he threw him a ball.
"Whatever", Keith ducked under Hunk's arm outside, heading straight for the training deck.
The words echoed through his head. Words that Keith was not meant to hear.
"I'm growing desperate"
"That's the only way he would touch me"
Without putting his mind to it, he reached the door of the training deck, which slid open as he hit the scanner.
Was Lance really coming and try him?
And sure enough, he heard steps getting closer, and before the doors could swift shut again, another body slid through:"Hey, man!"
And there he stood: Lance, out of his armour and back in casual clothes, longsleeve exchanged with a T-shirt, exposing strong arms.
"So, you've heard Hunk. I need some serious training...", he chuckled, scratching his neck:"You don't mind if I join in, right, samurai?"
"Are you admitting that I'm better than you?", he smirked, arms crossed over his chest.
"No!", Lance retorted:"I'm saying that I need training, and you're basically living here. Just asking for a sparing partner, that's all."
"Mhm", he hummed, before letting the room simulate softer ground they could use to train on.
'Me, lying under him-'
So, Lance is going to play a little game with him? Okay, then game on.
First two rounds, and it seemed like Lance wasn't even trying. He got kicked in his sides one or two times, before Keith could grab him - he actively only held him close, letting him tap out verbally, avoiding throwing them both to the ground.
"Lance, focus", he pushed him away, readying himself for round three:"You need to concentrate on this, if you want to learn. Stop thinking about whatever you're thinking about right now and focus on my stand. You need to lock your arms like this-"
Lance definetely focussed on his arms. The muscles that didn't even glistened in sweat yet, shirt fighting for it's dear life around the biceps. The Blade of Marmora had made him more ripped, okay.
"Lance!", suddenly, muscles moved close and lunged for him - lunged for his wrists, shaking them:"Earth to Lance?"
Was he staring?
"Earth?", he only jabbed back, wrists tensing under Keith's hold.
"Come on, I know you can fight better than this", he snickered:"Or are you doing this on purpose? Are you going easy on me?"
He worded it with purpose, and Lance thought that it was just a lucky shot.
How could Keith possibly know?
"No, just tired. That's all", he laughed it off, wrists still clutched by thick fingers.
Keith let go:"We should probably stretch first..."
He began to shake out his arms, then he rolled out his neck, head, and shoulders, and Lance had trouble keeping up, as he was entranced by the figure positioning in front of him.
Bending down.
Oh Lord, Keith was bending down.
Usually, Lance was only that lucky when backing his friends up from up above, scouting with his rifle, drifting off in one or the other quiet tick, checking Keith out - checking on Keith.
"Ah, yes. Stretching", quickly, he got onto the floor, touching his toes, stretching up, and rolling out his limbs and joints. And that indeed felt good, the sound of his knuckles popping covering up the moment of weakness, where he had only stared at Keith.
Keith knew, of course.
And maybe, he took a moment to let his gaze linger on long legs too, and, wow, Lance was really flexible.
"Okay", he cleared his throat:"You're ready?"
"Ready as a goose in the wild", he awkwardly chuckled, and...
What does that even mean??? Coran's rubbing off on him. Shit.
"So", he took stance beside Lance:"You didn't completely forget how this works, right? Arms in front of your body, and you need to hide your face."
Visuals were helping much more than vague instructions, Keith's hands guiding his arms in correct position was even better.
"Ah, yes", the laughtger came out nervous:"This stance. Yeah, I remember now."
"Everything alright, Lance?", Keith still stood close behind, arms now resting ontop of his shoulders, breath tickling his nape:"Do you need something?"
You.
"Nope, it's all good. Get ready to get your ass kicked", he shushed him, chin waving across from himself.
So, Keith got into his own position, arms moving up, ellbows angled and hands shielding his face.
And now, Lance tried to fight him. He didn't do too bad either - but he still needed to follow his plan. He tried to go all out the next two rounds, landing a few punches, but never landing severe hits, as Keith was mostly dodging him. With surprise he accomplished to hook Keith's foot off the ground, but in a swift motion he turned and used the recoil to guide another kick towards longer legs, putting him down with a thud.
"Shit, sorry", he really was, he didn't mean to take him fucking out.
But Lance only groaned, thumb stretched out in the air:"'M fine. Just give me a moment..."
And Lance looked beautiful, even after falling on his arse.
Well, him gasping for air, sweat making his curls cling to his forehead, cheeks pink and chest heaving was a great look on him.
Keith walked over and crouched down, to give in just a bit, so Lance wouldn't just give up on his masterplan Keith 'knew nothing about'.
"You're seriously okay?"
Well, not only so Lance wouldn't screw his plans, but also because he was getting seriously worried. How long had Lance been skipping training?
If he asked Lance, he would learn that he had been visting the training deck more intensely after Keith had left, 'to check if it's still working'. But simulations weren't the same as the real deal. And he wasn't giving his all. Of course not.
Suddenly, Lance jumped up:"Okay, that was just luck."
Back into stance, back into fist fight. And it grew more intense. Lance started to focus, and Keith allowed him to step close, kicks and punches came closer until they shook against each other, arms tangled around their shoulders, heads bumping and forces colliding, until they tumbled to the floor, not because Keith really wanted to - seriously, if it were up to him, he would've played this game a little longer - but because Lance seriously landed some good throws. They rolled around, gribbing and dragging and pushing, until Keith felt Lance loosening his grip, and losing, 'sadly'.
And completely unpurposefully.
He was finally where he wished to be: On the floor, Keith sitting, no, hovering all over him, and he could only see pale hands holding him up besides his head, until he crashed down, head resting right over his left shoulder, breath against his neck, hot and quick. Sweat almost dripped down, and Lance could swear that one or two droplets had hit him.
He gribbed one of Lance's wrists, to keep him in place, and he felt his breath hitch with the sudden touch, he saw icy-blues collecting the sight over and around him, all at once and one at a time.
"Ready for round two?"
Oh, thank you, for whoever is giving their all to let him experience this.
These words, spoken in Keith's broken, dark voice, roughly muttered right beside him and tingling at his auricle, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. Just don't let it end.
Keith was still sitting half ontop of him, his legs caved him in, and Lance could swear that he felt massive thighs squishing his own, and all of Keith's heat radiated onto him, sweat further collecting and-
"Lance?"
And that deep chuckle.
Damn.
Lance should go train more often with Keith, like before.
And Lance was sure that he was having one great night ahead.
Okay, now he was definetely crushing him.
Keith sat up, and cold, fresh air hit him in waves - ugh, give him back Keith's sweaty air.
"I think I'm good for today, thank you", he managed to breath out, before Keith stood up, stretching out his hand:"Alright."
He stood up, and maybe he won't have such a great night ahead. And tomorrow might be unpleasant aswell.
"You did quite well today, actually", Keith hoarsed.
Maybe a pleasant night? And an okay tomorrow?
"Told you I just needed a sparing partner", Lance smiled, eyes screaming in slight pain:"We should repeat it sometime, yeah?"
"Yeah", Keith shrugged, his grin lopsided, before he turned the simulation off.
They both headed to their respective rooms before hitting the shower and gathering at dinner again. Lance seemed to have helped Hunk with food, both coming out of the kitchen with plates in hand.
"Mama's recipe!", Lance smiled, as they were handing out the dishes.
"Well, with a few changes, giving the circumstances...", Hunk muttered.
It still tasted great.
Lance would of course say that it was not as good as his Mama's, but it hit home damn close.
And Keith liked it anyway. The texture was nice, flavour was somewhat spicier than usual. Hunk staring at him and Lance every now and then was making him a bit uneasy anyway. Hunk probably knew about Lance's plan. But did he know that Keith knew, too?
Please don't.
---
After dinner, Keith stuck around to help Pidge with some technic - mostly holding lamps or sorting screws with the mice, while Lance had vanished with Hunk in the latter's room, telling him about today's training for the hundreth time.
"And he held me-", he sighed, body draped over Hunk's bed, taking his bigger hand to clutch it around his own:"Like this! And you know, I could literally feel him huffing his air out-"
"Yeah and then he asked if you were ready for round two and you hoped that you wouldn't get hard from all that", Hunk cried out:"Have you tried talking to him, like a normal person?"
Lance gasped, hurt played out theatrically:"Like a what now? What do you take me for? No, of course not. Where would be the fun?"
Hunk sighed, but smiled anyway:"Yeah yeah."
"Also, it's Keith. I literally tried to talk to him like a normal person, I even flirted with him!", and Lance began to ramble all again, Hunk only interfiering with short advices, nodds and 'mhms'.
"You know, I think that Keith likes you, too."
Today, Keith didn't stick with Shiro. He did not really avoid him, but technically he also did not not avoid him. He just chose to get into bed early, thinking about today and what might come the next few.
And when Lance got into his own bed, he thought about it too, and something about coming...
---
Lance's limbs hurt slightly, but not as bad as he had feared they would. He sat in his pilot seat, staring out at the big meteoride they had to decompose. Red was hitting her limits at this one, but Yellow's canons should do the trick.
"Hunk, could you shoot that rock outta my way really quickly?", Lance channel brummed.
Hm, like yesterday. Lance let the channel buzz aloud one more time.
Not this again.
"Hunky, please?"
"Wrong comm, Lance", Keith decided to answer this time, and the channel grew silent.
"Oh, sorry", he awkwardly chuckled, and the comm went silent again.
Wait.
No no no.
Lance tipped with hast through his log, and-
No. Please, God.
He hadn't cut off.
Realisation hit him like a truck.
"Hunk!", he screamed into the comms again:"Hunk, come on, I know I've got the right one this time-"
"Hey! What's up, buddy?"
"I didn't cut off yesterday. I commed Keith, instead of you."
The log showed all of the entries between yesterday and today. And far more many connections with the black paladin's communication system as he remembered. And far less with the yellow paladin's.
"Wait", Hunk's channel popped aloud and silent:"Yesterday? You mean-"
"Fuuuck!"
"No way", his laugh filled Lance's cockpit:"Don't tell me what I think you said-"
"Yes!", he knew that he was growing furiously red:"And that fucker said nothing!"
"Well, what should he have said?", Hunk tried to stiffle his laughter, but it was in vain.
"I don't know???", he panicked, but the second truck drove right over the crash site:"Oh my God, was he flirting with me back on deck?!"
Keith could only see red still flying over the geode-assimilations, the yellow lion flew between rocks further away.
Lance did not change the comms to only discuss the help he needed.
Just to be sure, Keith took his time leaving his lion before entering the castle. He wouldn't be needed at todays debrief anyway, right? Wouldn't take too long-
As he slandered down black, trying heavily to act as nonchalant as possible, he saw Lance tapping his foot impatiently, blocking the exit to black's hangar:"You!"
"Me?", he corrected his posture without realizing.
"Yeah! I mean-"
"I think you're needed at debrief, Lance."
"I didn't cut off yesterday!", Lance ignored Keith's remark and only elaborated:"I just clicked the wrong button!"
"I don't know what you mean, Lance", the man shrugged, and as he tried to move past the other, he got held back:"Oh, don't you dare leave now. You know what I've said and you still went on to train with me?"
Lance's grasp on Keith's shoulder grew tighter and it felt like he was going to break the armor with pure whatever-this-was.
"And?", out of the periphery he could see the red-blue paladin scanning him.
"You're red, red."
Was he?
"You were doing it on purpose yesterday, weren't you?"
"Don't know what you're talking about, Lance", the smuck grin outed him nonetheless:"So you wanna fight a simulation with me later? Or are you just heading there to 'totally let your shit get beaten by me so I'll finally touch you'?"
He had to see the dark glow radiating against blue and skin, so he finally turned to look at him.
"You're a fucking tease."
"See you later, then", with that, he shrugged the hand of, almost running outside in pure desperation which he hoped he hid.
In the hallway stood Shiro, also heading for black's hangar.
"Where did you leave Lance at?", he yelled, as Keith ran past.
"Don't know", he only shouted back, before taking on tempo.
"You're red. Are you alright, Keith?"
Said man slid through the doors and left Shiro standing there.
He could only look after his brother, and barely seconds later the next person was running through the corridor.
"Hey Shiro", Lance had at least the grace to greet Shiro as he jogged through the halls and towards the same destination the red paladin was heading to.
Shiro was left with only questions, but as it dawned upon him, all the past conversations with Keith, and all the conversations between Hunk and Lance he had overheared, he chose to get the answers another day, for the best of all of them.
Keith quickly opened and closed the door, sliding beside it. And when the door slid open again, with Lance catching his breath, Keith tackled him down onto the floor and it made both uncertain whether the red teint was from running through the castle or the exitement of what might be to come.
"That's what you wanted, right?", Keith grinned, a low grumbling from his chest.
His eyes dimmed dark, looking down to the body under him. Knees and arms bracketed a lean frame, hips hovering over blue jeans, and face hung close enough to let quick breathe hit his face.
"Tell me if I am reading this wrong, or if I-"
Lance couldn't finish what he was about to say, as Keith was already crashing into him. Taking soft lips with his own, pushing and pulling with too much force and excitement that were filling his nerves and brain. It felt like a fury he didn't know how to control, and Keith kissed like he acted out anything else - fast and with quick, rash emotions. And Lance felt like pudding under him, lips moving along like water in a storm out of control and werever the lead takes him, gasping into the other's mouth, feeling rough skin and tasting raw emotion.
And then, Keith moved back up. He sat down on top of Lance, just as he was about to swing his arms around a pale neck, and for a moment he got a hold of his shoulder, lifting himself up to chase chapped lips.
"So, are you happy now?", Keith flashed his teeth in a smug, as he eyed Lance from above. His lips were kiss-swollen and red, blues shimmering intense. His waves clung to his forehead as they had still just gotten back from a mission and worn their helmets for at least an hour, and his ears were glowing red, red, and dark freckles hypnotized him back down.
Hands kept him there, one grasping along his nape and thumbing his jaw, the other pressing his shoulder down, and as Lance tried to roll them over, Keith heavied himself. He leaned further down and down and followed the force of the other's action, arms closing in around the body, around brown strands and knees steadying into ground.
"Lance", he breathed, pressing both into the hard floor, quickly guiding his head safely to avoid an unlucky concussion and an awkward story for later to tell, before he bit into rosy lips. Lance's reaction was immediate, head moving, mouth parting, and lids falling shut, and he desperately moved his hands and arms around, to reach more of Keith, most of Keith, press him even closer until there was no more.
Lance moved, his hands still pressed but hinting away, chin moving up, mouth falling open to get air and to make sound and his eyes squeezed shut to bath in the sensation. He felt Keith's nose pressing into his skin as he slid downward, along his slight smile to press pecks at the corner of it, flowing with the movements of fingers clawing at the crown of his hair, begging to go lower. He followed the skin along jaw, sharp lines and neck, breathed in and buried himself further in coconut, kissed at his ear and hearing a whine, seeing nothing but feeling everything, hearing music and seeing red and-
Wait.
That isn't right.
"What...?", Lance sighed, still puzzling everything together, and Keith removed himself in a quick motion, looking around and up, and instead of a jumpstarting simulation, he literally saw holo-candles floating around.
---
"Come on Pidge, don't you think they deserve a free minute?", Hunk roamed around her shoulders, trying to get a glimpse of what she was typing into her laptop.
"No", her fingers moved faster, as she set the final codes on the go:"They can make out after Lance gave me those testers."
---
Keith groaned, holding the bridge of his nose, as he saw the candles setting into place.
Lance slowly sat up, still letting reality dawn upon him, looking at Keith, then where Keith was looking over to.
"L,
get ur ass here asap.
minerals b4 hoes.
-P"
"What...?", he still squinted at the lights flying across them, brain still foggy with pictures of black hair, pale skin, rough lips, with purple eyes darting through his mind, with Keith and Keith and-
"Did you give Pidge the minerals she asked for, or did you dart straight to me after touchdown?", Keith glanced at him, but he couldn't bite back his grin.
"Oh, shut up mullet", Lance scrambled to his feet, hand going through his hair in attempt to tame them, after he, most importantly, rolled his eyes at Keith:"Don't let it get to your head."
"Hunk, I am desperate", he pitched his voice high to mimic Lance's mistransfered comm-call that had started all of this, he layed his hand onto his forehead and sighed loudly.
Lance only huffed, before straightening up - his cheeks were still rosy, but he seemed to have mostly caught himself.
"Uhm, so-"
A candle flew with excruciating speed towards him, and he jumped back in last second, right into Keith.
"Jeez, she's angry..."
"How about we sort this out after you've completed the job?"
"'Completed the job'? I'm trying, but, you see-"
"I mean the rocks, sharpshooter", Keith groaned, shoving Lance towards the door:"I'll be waiting in my room."
"Oh, okay", he let out a nervous giggle, fingers forming into fingerguns before he almost slammed into the still-closed-door back first:"See you, cowboy!"
Lance's smile immediately fell and got replaced by a groan, and he shook his head.
"Please forget that-"
"Mhm, cowboy."
Keith lopsided smirk was the last thing he saw, before heading out.
------
"No vitals scanned on the training deck", Pidge lifted her hand, prepared for Hunk's high five, which he gave in a mix of reluctance and humor:"You could've given them like five more minutes, poor Lance..."
"Yeah, and stopping them mid-fuck and cockblocking them? Hell no", she closed her laptop, stretching. Shouldn't take him more then a tick or two.
And there he was - brown hair, lanky body, slowing down before dashing backwards again.
"Did he seriously forget the minerals?"
He did. His mind still spinning and thoughts stirring between mullet, candles and red and Pidge's evilness, he had totally forgotten the reason he had to leave Keith in the first place. So he sprinted again through the corridors into red's hangar, hurried her to open her muzzle and let the rocks out, so he could hurry back to the former red paladin, sooner than later - Red, sensing the pure desperation that had led her paladin here, feeling his wish for her previous one, took her time to let a happy rumble flow his mind, making him feel all giddy and mushy, letting him heat up and leaving color on his skin anew.
"Yeah yeah, you can be happy for us later. Still gotta sort things out", he ran out with the admissioned objects and a lovestruck grin, almost hitting the door with his shoulder when rushing in.
"Here", he stepped to Pidge and threw the rocks, unbelievably light by the way, onto the couch, before turning around again.
"What did I tell you about throwing around samples!", she yelled after the man, but he had already left the crimescene.
"Oh, I think you were to late", Hunk sighed, seeing the disgusted look of his friend, and the dishevelled look of his other.
"Yeah, well, he can fuck whoever he wants after he's over with his work. I'm not waiting here for him to be finished getting railed", she only shrugged:"Also, on the training deck? That's disgusting. It's not like they have private rooms or something..."
Lance almost thrashed through the door, whole body used to knock on the metall. When it opened with a swift, Keith pulled him by the shirt, snatching him inside and into his hands.
"That was quick, McClain. Needy much?"
"Yeah yeah, just-"
And lips met his, swallowing down the rest of his words, breath and any sound he could make just now, everything silenced through the other.
------
And after everything grew rapid and frantic, they bathed in the other's presence, tangled in each other and over each other.
"You were really desperate, hm?", Keith chuckled into waves, arms proceeding to touch and touch and caress smooth skin.
Lying on his side, he was draped all over the warm body beneath him, resting on arm and chest, moving to hug and touch him just so softly back, touching black strands that were surprisingly smooth beneath his fingertips. He hummed as an answer, found rest in the close embrace, and just lived in this moment. He breathed in and out, taking him in, in all his smell, sweat and scent of everything he was and they had done.
"You know", he chose to properly answer, but also talk about what they had done, instead of letting the chance just pass:"I was desperate, but, you know?"
Blue's pierced through his soul.
Wait, did he mean he was only desperate for-
"Desperate for what, Lance?", his words clung sharp, a snarl with the speed only fear and longing could achieve.
Blues whidened, shuddered, and Lance took a big breath:"You know? For you. Not just, I don't know. Fucking. Thought I should tell you this. If that was just a one time thing for you, let me know now, so I can try to forget it. Sorry, I should've told you before, I-", Lance already began to ramble, he build up distance and moved away, taking balance on his arms for the safety for the two of them, but Keith turned with him: He got after immediately, hand grabbing the other, pressing tight, as he began to hush:"That's okay."
The reassuring squeeze didn't completely succeed in it's communication-goal, as Lance's eyes were still roaming around, seeking any form of answer:"I mean, yeah. Likewise."
"Wow, I forgot that you're inarticulate for a minute."
"Fuck you, Lance."
"Fuck me, Keith", he winked, but both only began to giggle.
Though, as they returned to silence, Lance took the chance to redirect his not-properly-answered question:"So, what does that mean for us?"
"That this could be more than a one time thing?", black eyebrows scrunched into a frown, as Keith tried to solve the mistery of a puzzle their future seemed to be.
Do they still needed to date, or- "I mean, we know each other pretty well now, right? Also, jeez Keith, buy a man dinner first."
"Yeah, well, we ate plenty of dinners already, right?", he sighed and Lance scoffed.
"But yeah, we could do something romantic. I'll tell you when I know where to take you", he placed a kiss onto his cheek, stopping Lance's ramble and thoughts that were already scrambling in his mind.
"So, we're dating?"
"Yeah", he lied back down, hand moving through his strands, in order to tame somewhat his hair and thoughts.
"Yeah", Lance mimicked:"I'm so nonchalant-"
Keith playfully punched him, before pulling him back in:"I mean, I would love to."
"Awww, alright, babyboo!"
"Okay, you know what? Maybe not."
"No no no, come back!", the room filled with his giggles, and he tried to pull Keith back in, but he stood up with reluctance in his skin:"Maybe we should, I don't know, get a shower. After getting all gross during mission and stuff."
"During mission?", the man in his bed raised his eyebrow:"I see. Well, mission suceeded."
"Yeah. Says the one planning with his buddy over report-channels how to get railed by their friend", Keith grabbed a towel, and tossed another one over to the body still tangled in sheets.
"As I said. Mission succeeded. Also, very hot friend, if I might add."
---
And, for weeks from now, they were only slightly annoying the others with all their romance, PDA and flirting via comms. The serious 'man-to-men'-talk by Shiro hushed them really quick.
And after that? The team grew familiar with the mixture of fight and flirt between them. Well, the heavier grown flirt.