Klance: It's all Pidge's Fault

Safe.

   Before he could think a second longer, Lance felt himself rushing toward Keith and grabbing him desperately. He shoved his lips against Mullet Boy's, the force of the attack slamming them into the wall.

Lance still couldn't figure out what had come over him. He couldn't explain the heat pulsing from his toes up into his checks. All he knew was that he wanted Keith. He wanted his body. He wanted his kisses. He wanted his words. He wanted it all. He didn't want to think about how ridiculous all of it was. He didn't want to think about the consequences. He didn't want to think about what had gotten him into this situation either. About how his dad would be more furious than ever if he knew what Lance was doing. No. All he wanted was to be in the present. The safe, perfect present...with Keith.

Keith was still trying to figure out the situation. His eyes were still bug eyed, his face bright red. He was pinned against the wall, Lance's long arms around him. Lance kissed his lips over and over, begging Keith to kiss back. Then, finally, Keith came to his senses. Both of them knew Keith was the one in charge. Keith had to be the one to really get things rolling. And oh he did.

Keith slammed his body into Lance's with an even greater force than Lance had used. This sent them tumbling to the bed, which caused the bed to make a squeaky grown. Keith winced, hoping they weren't being too loud. Luckily though, Shiro was a heavy sleeper.

Now they were both on the bed, except Keith was the one pinning Lance. It was the same position they had been in from after Lance had fallen out his window. Yet this time, Lance felt the soft cushions underneath him instead of the cool grass. This time, the only thing Keith had on were his boxers.

Keith quickly began to force his tongue into Lance's mouth, starting where they had left off. Keith's tongue was long, and he knew how to move it, and so quickly Lance's whole body began to flow with electric current. His adrenaline sky rocketed, and he couldn't help it. He felt a weird noise escape his lips.

Keith pulled out his tongue, grinning. He had finally gotten Lance to moan. Keith began to kiss the sides of Lance's mouth, as Lance began to panic.

"Keith I'm sorry," he mumbled," I didn't mean to..."

"Lance Stop," Keith said, kissing him again,"I already told you...I want you to make those noises."

Lance's face warmed.

"W-Why?" He stuttered, feeling something between his legs begin to move as Keith lowered his kisses to Lance's neck.

Keith didn't know how to answer the question. Why? Because he was is love with Lance! Shit.

"I-I don't know Lance. Same reason you kissed me in the first place I guess," he muttered. Lance blushed, his eyes growing wide.

"I did that for p-practice," he said. Keith chuckled, still kissing his neck and beginning to pull up Lance's shirt. Feeling his abs as he pulled.

Didn't Lance realize? Once Keith got started it was extremely, excruciatingly hard for him to stop.

"Practice? Don't give me that shit Lance McClain. You don't look at someone like that and slam them against the wall for practice,"Keith laughed, before sucking at Lance's skin. Lance couldn't help but let another moan slip.

"B-but," Lance started, before he moaned even more. Keith grinned, pleased with himself again. It felt good to see Lance like this. Cute and embarrassed. Not acting like a complete flirty goofball, but instead nervous...and aroused. Keith liked the feeling of being in charge, of making those noises come out of Lance's mouth.

"Admit it McClain, you can't keep yourself away from me. You want me and you don't know why. Yes you regret kissing me for practice, but at the same time you know it's the best thing that's ever happened to you," Keith whispered into Lance's ear seductively. He slid Lance's shirt up more as he said those words. Across Lance's lean muscles, until finally, with the help of Lance, he got it over the boy's head.