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How [Flexible] Are You, Lance?

Keith's POV:

The training room was quiet except for the sounds of harsh breathing and the squeaking of shoes against the mat. I tried to keep my eyes focused straight ahead on the targets, but I couldn't help stealing glances at Lance out of the corner of my eye.

He had his back to me, bent over with his palms flat on the floor. His long legs were spread wide in a perfect split. I felt my cheeks grow warm as I watched the muscles in his thighs tense and relax as he stretched first to one side, then the other with a delicious, languid roll of his hips.

How could he move like that? I could barely touch my toes without straining and grimacing. Lance made the split look effortless, like he was made of rubber instead of flesh and bone. His lean body was the picture of lithe grace and control.

"Whoa, nice split Lance!" Hunk called from across the room, letting out an appreciative whistle. "Seriously, how do you bend like that?"

Lance smirked over his shoulder at Hunk. "Years of dance and gymnastics training, buddy. You gotta be flexible."

He must have sensed me watching too because he twisted around to face me, still keeping his legs spread obscenely wide. A cocky grin spread across his face as our eyes met.

"See something you like, Keith?" he asked, voice low and syrupy.

My face burned hotter and I quickly averted my gaze, but not before getting an eyeful of how snugly those tight training clothes hugged his body in that position.

"I was just wondering how flexible you are," I mumbled, severely regretting bringing it up at all.

Pidge snickered from beside me. "Wow, way to ask a loaded question there, Keith."

Lance winked at me shamelessly. "Oh I'm very flexible," he purred, releasing one leg from the split to extend it straight up towards the ceiling in a mind-bending vertical split. "Wanna find out just how flexible?"

I gulped audibly, unable to tear my eyes away from the long line of his leg pointing straight up. His foot was just inches from his face. He was still grinning at me wolfishly, clearly enjoying how flustered and distracted he was making me.

"Hey, easy there loverboy," Shiro chided from the doorway, having arrived in time to witness the embarrassing display. "Keep things PG during training, Lance."

"Sorry, Shiro," Lance replied with a shameless laugh, finally lowering his leg. "I'll try to keep it family friendly."

Clearing my throat, I managed to mumble, "We...we should get back to training."

But I couldn't shake the memory of how lithely Lance could move as we ran through the simulation. It came in useful on more missions than I would have expected, allowing him to contort his body into tight spaces, pull off unexpected acrobatic maneuvers, or bend and twist in a way that gave him an extra edge in hand-to-hand combat.

"How are you so bendy?" Pidge whispered in awe after Lance had seamlessly squeezed himself through a shockingly narrow vent during our latest mission.

Lance just flashed her a wink. "Trade secret, Pidgeon."

I tried not to stare too obviously, telling myself it was just professional admiration for his skills. But sometimes, when he moved with that boneless fluidity, all lean lines and supple strength, I couldn't help admiring just how flexible the blue paladin could be. And wondering if he'd let me find out the full extent of that flexibility someday, far away from the prying eyes of our teammates.

Lance POV:

Ever since I showed off my flexibility during that training session, the team has been weirdly fixated on it. Especially Keith, though he tries not to let it show. I've caught him stealing glances more times than I can count whenever I have to contort myself into some cramped space or bend my body in an impossible way.