RIGHT FOOT | klance (keith x lance)

13. When we're old and grey I'd answer the same

Keith woke up from the sudden lack of heat by his side on the bed. He didn't open his eyes just yet; first he reached out to the side, trying to get a grip of something that was missing, but he didn't find anything. He opened his eyes slowly, frowning when he saw emptiness beside him. Keith yawned and stretched, while still lying down. He reached out to the bedside table next to his head and checked his phone for the time: nine thirty in the morning. Keith sighed and jumped out of bed, putting his cat slippers on before leaving the bedroom.

On his way to the bathroom he noticed the smell of something slightly burnt and smiled to himself fondly. He washed his face, brushed his teeth – he still had a sour taste in his mouth from the night before and the thought of it made him smile wickedly –, fixed his hair up in a ponytail and walked to the kitchen. Lance was putting the slightly burnt waffles and the seemingly perfect scrambled eggs onto two plates. Keith walked up to him and carefully hugged him from behind, kissing his neck.

"Morning." Keith said and nibbled on Lance's earlobe. Lance huffed.

"I almost dropped breakfast." Lance replied, sounding a little bit annoyed and Keith chuckled. "Morning, bebê." Lance held both plates up and Keith loosened his grip so Lance could turn around and face him. Keith gave him a peck on the lips and Lance smiled at him. "You're forgiven."

"Thank you." Keith said and let go of Lance walking out of the kitchen to the dining room and sitting down on his usual chair.

"The waffles are kind of..." Lance frowned. "Burnt. But they're still edible."

"I have no complaints." Keith shrugged and Lance nodded. They both knew how bad Keith was in the kitchen. Lance had tried teaching him how to make cookies and brownies, but Keith had almost set their kitchen on fire once and had failed miserably the second time around because the brownies ended up tasting like dirt somehow. Lance walked back to the kitchen and then reappeared with forks and two mugs in his hands, handing Keith's one of each and putting his on the table next to his own plate. "What are the plans for today?" Lance hummed.

"I'll have to go down to the studio for a few hours after lunch, but I'll be back at four. I thought we could watch a movie together or something." Lance answered and took a sip of his coffee. Keith hummed. "You're welcome to come with me as always."

"You know I don't like going to the studio with you. It ruins all the surprises about the new songs and I like hearing them when they're all done." Keith said and smiled. Lance rolled his eyes.

"I can't believe you're still a fanboy of The Paladins." Lance smiled fondly and Keith shrugged, smiling too. "Are you up for the movie, thought?" Keith nodded.

"Sure. If you want to." He took some of his pancake to his mouth. "They're good." Lance's smile widened. "But maybe something here? I'm not sure I'm in the mood to share you with fans on the street tonight."

"Aw, you're jealous?" Lance said and grinned. Keith shrugged.

"You just got back from tour and I'd like to have my boyfriend all to myself for a few days, thank you very much." He answered and Lance's smile grew even wider. Keith took more pancake to his mouth. "Just one night won't kill your fans."

"My other fans." Lance corrected him and Keith rolled his eyes. Lance chuckled. "Aw, come on. You can't deny you're a fan, cariño. I know all your dirty little secrets. I know about the posters and the blog and –"

"Goddamn it, Lance, can you not bring that shit up?" Keith cut him off, feeling his own cheeks starting to burn up and Lance laughed loudly in response. "I'd like to burry my past and keep it buried for ever. It's embarrassing."