RIGHT FOOT | klance (keith x lance)

7. The world is a windmill

Avoiding Lance was way harder than Keith thought it would be. At first it had been relatively easy. Lance hadn't really texted Keith as much as he used to and Keith wondered if he had fucked up that monumentally with the blowjob or if it was just a coincidence. Shiro was at either Lance's or Matt's constantly, so maybe Lance was just working a lot.

They didn't facetime once in three whole weeks and Lance started sending Keith less photos of himself. Their texting had been resumed to actual texting, no more audios, no videos and almost no photos at all. After that time, Lance started picking up his original pace again. It started with him sending an audio to Keith asking about something he had composed – and Keith was physically shaking because of that. Lance had asked him about a composition for The Paladins. That was too surreal. More surreal than Keith having had Lance's dick in his mouth.

But Lance didn't suggest them seeing each other again. Lance didn't jokingly flirted with Keith through texting. And Keith was back to his previous self, not sending Lance photos, just answering regularly, like he answered Pidge or Hunk or anyone else.

While he was out doing groceries, Keith caught a glimpse of a gossip magazine that was talking about how weird it was that Lance hadn't been spotted making out with anyone in more than two months and Keith felt sick. That was good. It meant no one knew about what had happened at the club, but, at the same time, it made him remember Lance wasn't just Lance; his friend, the guy he was kind of going out - or not - with. He was lover boy Lance McClain. A flirt, a womaniser, constantly on the move.

The hardest part had been waiting for the hickey Lance left on his skin to vanish. That made Keith remember what had happened every time he undressed, every time he looked at his bare chest in the mirror. And when the mark was gone, Keith missed it dearly. It was proof of what had happened and even though it made Keith felt awful because he knew it had been a mistake, it was like a dream come true, so he had cherished that mark for as long as he could, even though it hurt him a bit to look at it.

When Shiro told Keith they were going to perform at an Unplugged session with very few people and that he had gotten Keith ticket for it, Keith was terrified. As far as Keith knew, whenever they had a concert, Lance would hook up with a fan that went backstage. He hadn't questioned Lance about it ever since they had hung out for the first time and h didn't plan on questioning him about it any time at all. That was just how things worked. And he didn't want to be around for that.

So he counted the days, very anxious, very stressed. He figured Lance already knew about it, but he let him know two weeks prior.

Keith: Shiro got me a pass for the Unplugged.
Keith: So I'll be there to watch you.
Sharpshooter <3: !!!! nice
Sharpshooter <3: I'll do my best for you
Keith: You should do your best for your fans.
Sharpshooter <3: yeah yeah I always do
Sharpshooter <3: but the fans r always there and u r not ;)
Sharpshooter <3: I'm just messing with u, mullet head
Keith: I'm rolling my eyes at you, just so you know.
Sharpshooter <3: more of the same, I'm used to that by now lol
Sharpshooter <3: r u free tonight? we could facetime
Keith: I have to go to bed early, sorry.
Sharpshooter <3: no problems, dude
Sharpshooter <3: anyway, how's your week going?

Keith felt a bit bad for saying no to Lance's offer, but he didn't think he was ready for it yet. He needed some time to psych himself up to meet Lance in such a small space and then probably having to publicly interact with him backstage. He was stressed beyond belief, which made him work twice as hard at the Blade of Marmora and stress clean the apartment seven times on the span of fourteen days.