Klance in College

Just like Jack

They had gotten a rhythm. A routine. Everyday, in the mornings, they would go to the gym and work out together. Afterwards, they'd go grab a drink. Keith with a cup of dark brew black coffee strong enough to stain your teeth orange and rot your liver. Lance with a warm and cozy chai latte. They'd go home and shower(separately of course) and work through game theory, helping each other out. Lance actually enjoyed it although he wasn't quite sure whether it was truly the beauty of ths subject at hand or the company that kept him enthused. After their study session, Hunk would have lunch finished and they'd eat, all 5 of them together. Lance's evenings consisted of going to archery practice. Keith recently decided to take up fencing. The fencing team at the academy was actually pretty good; they called themselves the Blades of Marmora. At night, Lance would usually sit and call his family members and Keith would text Shiro, his adoptive brother figure. Before they sleep, Lance and Keith would banter about everything and nothing. Eventually at one point Lance got Keith to try on a face mask and a robe to which Keith realized that it really was quite nice. Lance both loved and hated the proximity. He loved that he found someone who understood him who knew his secret. But he hated what Keith did to him. Clouding his mind, reddening his cheeks, palpitating his heart.
One night Keith asked the question. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"What do you think?" Lance deadpanned. "You are the first person I've told."
"Wait wait....ever? I thought you meant, like, here at the academy."
"Ever. Why? Did you think I was a huge player back at home? Every guy danced on my lap?"
"I wouldn't put it past them."
Lance sputtered. "Keith don't joke like that!" Keith laughed.
"So did you have any girlfriends?"
"A few here and there. Didn't last."
"I see."
"How about you? Any boys to speak of?"
"No...but I did have a girlfriend."
"What?"
"Her name was Acxa. Really pretty and she liked me so I dated her until I realized it wasn't what I wanted."
"So you...led her on?"
"In a manner of speaking. Shitty on my part but I needed it to figure myself out. Chicks don't do it for me."
"Ahh."
Lance squirmed in bed, wrapping his blanket around him as if he were a burrito. "Uhm so, what's your type? In a guy." Keith smirked at the question.
"I like them manly. Muscular, large, like a protective bear. I jacked off with pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger all the time growing up." Lance's stomach churned. This was all that he was not. He felt his insecurities overcome him and his throat began to itch. "How about you? What's your type? Boy or girl." Lance cleared his throat.
"Well, with girls, I'm not super picky, I think all women are gorgeous. With guys, it's a little harder."
"That's what he said," Keith joked. Lance guffawed.
"Yeah no, I think I like the sweet and considerate guys. Empathetic and kind. Like Jack."
"Jack?"
"From Titanic."
"Ahh so you're a Leo kind of guy, I see."
"No I'm not! But well....he is really pretty."
"That's how it always starts. You think they're pretty, next thing you know you're on four different tabs of am-i-gay quizzes and you're wanking in the shower."
"That totally didn't happen," Lance said looking askance. Keith laughed.
"You're such a chaotic bisexual, Lance."
"And you're somehow such a calm and put together, confident gay! How??"
"I don't think a calm and confident gay would ask their roommates their sexuality to make sure they're in a safe space without coming out."
"That's true. At least you're better than me."
"It's not about being better it's just how comfortable you are. I'm just a little more comfortable."
"Right... I'm thinking of telling the rest...starting with Pidge."
"Oh that's wonderful, Lance, I'm so glad."
"Thank you. For everything, Keith."
"Of course," Keith said with a kind smile and that was when it hit Lance. He really did like Keith. Keith could be prickly and sarcastic at times which would get Lance right where it hurt but on the whole, Keith was a really really sweet and empathetic soul. Just like Jack.