FWB|| Klance HS AU✓

Chapter 56: 'I'm scared, okay?'

"Watch my feet, baby," Lance muttered.

Lance took one step forward with his left foot, swaying his hips to drift to the side. Keith watched carefully as Lance took another step, this one backward and with his right foot. The older copied his movements, keeping his arms wrapped securely around Lance's neck. Lance repeated the action of stepping forward, then backward again. He kept his eyes on Keith, smiling at the way he was focusing so intently. Lance just found it to be adorable the way Keith bit his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to trip over himself.

Trying only lasted so long as Keith did end up fumbling. "Ow! I said watch my feet, not step on them!" Lance exclaimed, looking down at his shoe in pain. He knew Keith didn't step on his foot on purpose, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Keith let out a frustrated sigh, arms dropping to his sides. "I told you, I'm no good at this! I give up," Keith spoke in anger. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

Surprising as it is, Lance and Keith have been slow dancing for the past fifteen minutes. It hasn't necessarily been going in Keith's favor, as he keeps finding a way to mess up. But that was just Keith, he wasn't coordinated in that kind of way, nor did he bother to be. He either focused too hard and slipped up or just became too frustrated. The thing was, Keith was actually trying. As much as he hated this, he owed it to Lance. Lance did all this for Keith and going out of his way to give Keith these special memories happened often: Valentine's Day, Christmas, and now prom. Keith was truly spoiled and he knew that. The least Keith could do in return was dance with him, go see his games, and watch those dumb chick flicks. It pained him the most to dance because he was so damn embarrassed. Keith's face was as red as a cherry and he could not look Lance in the face. He didn't know how much longer he could stand this knowing if he messed up one more time and had to hear Lance laugh like that he might just faint.

Lance, if you couldn't tell, was loving this. Keith was just so damn cute. He was soaking up those soft cheeks flushed with red that spread all the way to the tip of his button nose. God, and the way his plump lips pursed with frustration, the reoccurring tug of teeth. It was trying Lance, tempting him. Keith had been acting like this the entire night, embarrassed and so reluctant. It reminded him of way more intimate reactions he's seen from Keith. This was intimate as well, dancing on Lance's wooded deck to a record of Sam Cooke. It was an old one, crackled with each lyric. The moon was so bright tonight and the sky was clear. Lance was glad it was warm out so he could take off his jacket, which was more relaxing than it sounds. Stringed bulbs hanging around the deck and rails illuminated the area. This was the kind of intimate Lance preferred, just him and Keith. It was nice to just feel Keith against him, holding him and getting to dance with him. Lance could do this all day, gazing down at the man he loves, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. It was nice just spending time with him, but this was what Lance loved. He loved being able to admire how beautiful Keith was, taking in every feature one at a time. Seeing him get so flustered was a plus, it was so adorable when he stumbled and then pouted like a child. Lance was just so in love with everything Keith did.

He couldn't fight his laughter, making Keith's whole composure drop. The older shoved his face into Lance's chest, completely humiliated. Keith couldn't stand knowing Lance was practically analyzing him down to the very last detail. Wearing this outfit, messily dancing, knowing he must look like a sweaty tomato, what was Lance was so damn fascinated by? "Come on, baby. You were doing so good, and since when do you just give up?" Lance snickered.

"Since now!" he responded with a whine, muffled by Lance's dress shirt.

"Give it one last shot and I'll stop torturing you, okay?" the younger pleaded, not wanting this to end already.