Klance: It's all Pidge's Fault

Gay Panic

Keith's heart, which was beating at a very fast pace...completely stopped. His face was bright red.

"I'm sorry...what?!" He asked. Lance began to laugh awkwardly.

"Sorry if that's a weird question! You're as red as a tomato! I was just wondering if you could teach me your ways! Like I said, your a legend! If anyone can teach me how to pull girls it's you! Let me know all your secrets!" Lance cried, excitedly. Keith shivered. For some reason, he desperately wanted Keith to know all his secrets. Just not the kind Lance was thinking of. The heat in Keith's face began to melt away, as he realized that Lance wasn't suggesting anything like teaching him how to kiss.

"And like...maybe you could teach me how to kiss?" Lance stammered. The heat in Keith's face rushed right back. Shit. Keith felt his hands start to swear in his gloves, and he felt something...down there.

"The fuck?! What is that supposed to mean?!" Keith demanded. It was Lance's turn to blush.

"I didn't mean like that! I just...I just want to make sure I kiss Kara good! You could give me tips on how to do that!" Lance insisted. Keith felt himself settle back down, although that came with a wave of disappointment.

"Oh...okay," he murmured.

"So what do you say Mullet?" Lance asked, grinning like an idiot and punching Keith's in the shoulder. Keith glared at him.

"I say that maybe I'll consider it if you stop calling me Mullet!" He yelled. Lance laughed.

"Oh come on Keith! I can never stop calling you Mullet!" Lance whined.

"Then no deal!" Keith insisted.

"Ugh fine! Deal!" Lance groaned, flopping on the counter.

"I don't believe you," Keith confessed.

"Why not?!" Lance demanded.

"Because you're Lance," Keith explained. Lance rolled his eyes, then flopped back off the counter. He went around it, until he was right next to Keith, he leaned in until their faces were just inches apart. Keith felt his ears heat up, and his breath hitch.

"Keith," Lance whispered. Keith felt a shiver down his spine. He wanted to grab Lance's face so badly. Just grab him, and kiss him. Shit this was bad.

"Ugh get out of my face!" Keith yelled instead,"You're so weird!"

He pushed his hand against Lance's face, pushing him backwards. Then, Keith felt something wet.

"Ew!! Did you lick me?!" He yelled. Lance was bent over, laughing uncontrollably.

"You're disgusting," he murmured, trying not to concentrate on the fact that Lance's saliva was on his hand. Why did Keith like that so much? Did he have some sort of weird spit kink? Ew. He shrugged it off, he had stop overthinking everything. He had to stop...feeling things. He couldn't fall for Lance, he just couldn't. It would ruin everything.

"Well do you believe me now?" Lance asked, grinning. Keith rolled his eyes.

"I guess," he admitted. Lance smiled.

"Okay...so...what should we do now? Play a board game? Watch a movie? I could show you my nightly face routine? We could have a Shakira dance party? You could give me some kissing tips? We could prank call people? We could..."

"Sleep. I'm tired, and I'm going to bed," Keith declared, walking away from Lance and down the hallway that led to his room. Lance followed quickly behind.

"Come on Keith! Don't be such a party pooper!" He whined. Keith ignored him, going into the hallway bathroom and brushing his teeth.

"Come on...how does a Shakira dance party not sound epic? Don't tell me you're not a fan of her! Well, actually, knowing you I bet you're not. You seem the hard rock kind of guy," Lance went on. Keith spit out the water.