Planet Klance

Shooting star moment

Pov Keith

I felt Lance's arm still wrapped around me before I even got to open my eyes. Our legs were still tangled together, and my arm was wrapped around Lance's waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes to pull him closer.

The air was cold as it was the night before, but I felt so warm and protected here, in his arms. The smell of vanilla filled my senses again, and I couldn't surpress the smile from forming on my lips.

I would've never thought that ending up like this with Lance would make me feel so content.

I was always too afraid to admit my feelings to myself. And especially too afraid to talk to anyone about them. I'm too afraid to act on them.

I would've never thought that these intense emotions I felt towards Lance had been a crush all along.

And I would've never thought that Lance himself would act like this towards me because we had always been rivals.

For me, it had always been the only kind of interaction with him, the only opportunity to be near him: with my fist in his stomach...

And I couldn't really tell why Lance made up this rival relationship thing in the first place. And why now, he held me close by his chest, his fingers stroaking through my hair while he slept.

Or was I just misinterpreting things.

Why would Lance even like me?

He literally told me he hated me yesterday when my jealousy took over, and I 'ruined his flirt'

With some random alien chick...

Lance is straight.

Lance is...

...awake...

Two blue piercing eyes looked down at me. Intensely redrawing every feature of my face. A blush creeped up my cheeks. Lance's face was, once again, so close to mine.

"Morning..."

He hummed in a deep, sleepy voice that made my insides curl. How could Allura never notice how incredibly hot he was? How could she not fall for him and his cute, flirty personality?

And why did it have to be Allura?

Why not me?

"Are you okay, samurai?"

Lance took his hand from my waist, just to cup my face. It was hot, probably bright red, as he studied me with concern.

"Uhh..."

I was so overwhelmed by Lance's body being pressed against mine that I didn't manage to form a complete sentence.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just hot."

His thumb brushed over my cheek, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he jumped up on his feet.

Coldness flooded my body at the loss of touch. And a shiver ran down my spine.

"Your face really is red. We should go cool down. There's a lake right outside. Do you wanna go swimming?"

***

As we were walking, I let my thoughts wander.

I was confused. Confused about Lance acting so normal despite the fact that we spend the night together, me in his arms.

He kissed me. He fucking kissed me. And now, he acted like it was the most normal thing to do. Kiss your rival. Your buddy.

Or was it just a friendly gesture of him? Do you kiss someone on the cheek and forehead without it meaning anything romantically?

Do you hold someone, who is supposed to be your rival, that close in your arms?

I stared at Lance, my mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts. I couldn't quite understand the mix of frustration, admiration, and something else that lingered in the air whenever Lance was around. It was as if the universe had decided to play a cosmic joke on me, leaving me grappling with a puzzle of emotions I was not prepared to solve.

"We're here!"

Lance's, again way too attractive voice, interrupted my thinking.

I found myself under the golden hues of the setting sun, at the edge of a secluded lake. The water glistened, reflecting the tranquil beauty of their secret haven.

With a mischievous grin, Lance kicked off his shoes and, without hesitation, started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What do you say, Mullet? Ready for dip?"

I tried to push away the confusing thoughts from earlier, rolling my eyes, a smirk playing on my lips.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's do it."

We waded into the lake, the cool water lapping at our ankles. The initial shock gave way to a refreshing embrace as we ventured further inside. I couldn't resist splashing Lance, and soon we were engaged in a playful water fight, laughter echoing across the serene landscape.

As the evening unfolded, our playful banter turned into a comfortable silence. Floating on our backs, we stared up at the darkening sky, the first stars peeking through the canvas of twilight. Lance broke the silence, his voice soft and contemplative.

"You ever think about how vast the universe is, Keith? We're just tiny specks on this little blue planet."

I turned my head to look at Lance, confused at his sudden way too serious question. He looked at the sky, distracted, with a thoughtful expression.

"Yeah, sometimes. But right now, it feels like the whole universe is right here with us."

Lance smiled, the reflection of the stars dancing in his eyes.

"Yeah, you're right. It's like our own little corner of the cosmos."

I chuckled.

"Do you ever think about what we would be doing right now if Voltron never happened?"

"I guess...."

Lance's eyebrows were drawn together and he seemed to be distant, drowning in his own thoughts. I had never seen Lance so serious before.

"I guess we might have gone our separate ways, pursued different paths. But I like to think we would've found each other somehow."

"I'd like that."

In the darkness, I noticed a little blush on Lance's cheeks. And I thought maybe, in another universe, he returned my feelings.

I looked back up at the sky, enjoying the nightly rustle of the wind and Lance's warm presence laying beside me in the water.

Even if he didn't like me that way, and we will never be able to be together, I can at least enjoy these moments with him.

It felt like a 'shooting star moment': magical, and just for a tiny, little second before it varnishes away, into the infinity of the universe. So bright and beautiful, but so short you might miss it.

***

Tiny waves crashed against my side, as Lance stood up and waded towards the shore.

"Let's go out, I'm cold..."

He had his arms crossed as he looked back at me with a grin on his face and shuddering limbs.

As we dried off, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Lance. His wide shoulders and slim waist. The sparkling water drops in his short hair. The smooth muscles of his arms flexing, as he lifted them up to pull his shirt over his head.

Beautiful.

He stared back at me, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. Sometimes, the simplest moments held the most profound connections, and tonight, beneath the stars and by the quiet lake, our bond deepened, unspoken words echoing in the tranquility of the night.

And I thought: 'Yes, I'd like our paths to cross even without Voltron. I'd like to meet you in every universe.'