~Voltron Oneshots 2!~

Gh

TW Horknee

Touch depraved
Also angst tf

There is no way this is happening. There's no possibility. A hot sigh washes down my neck and flushes goosebumps through my body. "Lance- stop- breathing on me." I spit and he scoffs. Our chests knock together as the cargo container shuffles. "If I could- I would. Mullet." He gripes and I can feel his hands slide along the walls behind me. Though, the helmet closes just as the lid to our crate.

"We have to get out of here. I don't want to die in this stupid box." Lance remarks and we slam into each other again. Our helmets knock together and I hiss. It wouldn't be so bad if one of these tussles would actually knock me out. Pidge bubbles through our cons not a moment later, I bite my tongue. "Guys your ship just passed through three wormholes. We have you tracked, working on getting you guys out."

Of fucking course we're stranded. Of fucking course I'm within a helmet's distance from the boisterous Red Paladin. We just had to sneak on the ship and find some stupid equipment, ultimately getting stuck in the tiniest space ever. "Thanks Pidge but you really need to hurry up on that." Lance grits through his perfect white teeth.

"Cutting coms until extraction, stay quiet. You have patrols passing every three-hundred ticks. We'll contact you once we've located your exact container." The Green Paladin fires, the line buzzing to a close not a moment after they finish. The big blue eyes dead ahead of me squeeze closed and he mutters something softly in Spanish. His thin nose scrunches with the rest of his flawless features, a look he often makes. Especially when he's trying to think of any place but where he is.

I try to press myself against the wall as flat as I can, to no avail. With each jostle we're crashing back into each other, distance is impossible. Our legs are tangled together way too closely and it's making it difficult to calm my breathing. Lance on the other hand, although shaking like a leaf, is taking deep breaths.

"This- is - the worst." I pant as his helmet knocks into mine and it feels like we're falling backward. His hands brace himself on my chest and shoulder as those big blue eyes with green flecks in them pop  open. I can't remember the last time I was this close to him. Fuck, did he always have those freckles?

Lance tried to shuffle his weight off me in any way he can, but each time he moves our hips connect and my mind turns to mush. "S- stop- fuck- stop moving!" My voice cracks and he freezes. I can feel my heartbeat in my ears as his thin eyebrows screw together. His freckles remind me of the stars, which I'd love to be seeing right now. Instead of the grey walls and the dim blue lights coming from our suits.

He shifts again and sparks fly when he does, straight to my core. I bite my lip hard as the container shifts us upright and most of the pressure has been lifted and I can breathe. "Keith- dude- we'll be okay-" this time his helmet knocks against mine softly. Should I open my eyes? Everything is on fire and he hasn't moved his hands and why is my heartbeat so loud?

A few taps resonate on my chest plate and I take in another breath. "Yeah- that's it-" Lance replies shakily. "Now o-open those pu-purple peepers f- for me-" he stutters and another few taps appear. My lip stings as I clamp down on it harder. My mind briefly wanders to a hazy dream of the brunette in front of me and him demanding that I look at him.

I wrench my eyelids open after internally cursing myself for such a thought- right now. While his hands are on me and we're practically connected at every point. His eyes are like the waves he talks so fondly of, the swirls of blues in greens catch in my throat. I'm entranced as the crinkle with his weak smile, "we'll get through this. We always get through it buddy." If we weren't fighting an intergalactic war then maybe, I'd actually believe we'll get through it.