Accidental Intentions

19 • Stargazing

Yeah it was awkward. But Keith needed to know.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked.

"What?" Lance mumbled into his pillow.

Keith chickened out. "How long did it take you to build this? The sky, I mean."

Lance rolled into his back to admire his handiwork. "Dunno. A few weeks maybe."
"Where did you get all the firestones?" Keith asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Lance shrugged. "I used to collect them on Earth whenever I could get my hands on them. But they're really rare, you know, not being found on Earth and all, only brought in from space. But they're surprisingly common on certain planets, you just have to know where to look."

"But there's like...a shit ton," Keith tried to estimate a number before giving up.

"Four hundred twenty-five thousand, three hundred sixty-two. No wait, I'm missing one," Lance squinted at the ceiling.

"Wow, that was unexpectedly specific. How the hell do you know you are missing one?" Keith demanded as he reached in his pocket for the firestone.

"Because it's my favorite."

"You have a favorite star?" Keith scoffed.

"Mhmm. Sagittarius's arrow. My mum said that it was my star. Long and skinny, not content with meandering around earth, itching to shoot through the sky headfirst without thinking it through and — why am I telling you this?"

"Dunno. Anyway, here," Keith dropped the firestone on Lance's forehead.

"Ow! Hey! Where'd you find that?" Lance cradled the firestone in the palm of his hand.

"I was looking at your head and I needed more light," Keith explained.

"So you tore apart my sky?" Lance rolled up to a sitting position.

"Tore apart!" Keith exclaimed. "It's one star. You were bleeding! A lot! And I gave it back, didn't I? I'll even put it back for you." He swiped the glowing stone from Lance and climbed on the bed.

Lance's face softened. "Yeah. Thanks."

Keith knew he meant more than the star.

As he reached up to stick the stone back in its place, he suddenly wished he didn't volunteer to fix it. He was conscious of Lance's eyes on him as he stretched out all his length to reach and then push to get it to stick against the ceiling. When it seemed secure, Keith lowered his arms and caught Lance quickly avert his gaze. Was he staring? Keith self consciously pulled his shirt down from where it had been hiked up due to his reach.

"Um, about yesterday..." he began vaguely, not knowing how he planned  to phrase it.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone about your dick," Lance smirked.

"What!? No!" That's not what he wanted to ask. But now he was thrown off. What was wrong with it?

"Oh, so you want them to know?" Lance teased, a triumphant smirk on his face.

"No! I wanted to ask how much you remember from last night," Keith clarified.

"I remember your dick," Lance gleefully provoked.

"I swear to god, Lance, I know you just got out of the tank, but I will put you back in there!" He threatened through gritted teeth as he grabbed a handful of the Blue Paladin's shirt.

"Okay, okay! Lance raises his palms in surrender. "But if you ask me 'how many fingers' one more time then you're the one going in the tank."

"Why did you ask if we had sex?"

Oh fuck.

It wasn't supposed to come out like that.