Accidental Intentions

21 • Reflection

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no!

Lance had rolled off of him and was laying next to him, staring at the ceiling.

Keith was panting, trying to process what happened but then Pidge was there, asking what they were doing. Hell, I'd like to know. What the fuck was that?

It was an accident. That's what it was. A lapse in judgement. Not something he would normally do. He was just tired, yeah. And worried. No big deal. But she could never know. He looked over at Lance, who was looking stunned and anywhere but him.

"Is this what I think it is?" she asked.

Both boys tried to look as innocent as they could with their wide eyes and red cheeks.

"Oh. My. God."

Oh no.

A huge smile split her face as she bounded to them, leaping into the bed and settling in between them. "You made the sky!" she exclaimed gleefully.

In shock, Keith glanced over at Lance who in turn glanced over at him in silent agreement. Not a word.

"And not just any old sky, our sky!" Pidge babbled on happily. "And I wondered when I would see it again. I just can't believe it! Summer time, right?"

Lance made a squeak noise as if his voice broke before clearing his throat and saying huskily, "Uh, yeah," as if he weren't quite certain. Under normal circumstances, Keith would have thought it was as funny as hell, but these were not normal circumstances.

"Who else knows about this?" Pidge asked. "All the earth peeps should stare at this together."

"It, uh, was kinda just meant for me," Lance admitted huskily as he shifted uncomfortably, bitting his lip. His lip that Keith now knew the taste of.

Keith brought his hand up to cover his face, which was on fire. He was so red.

"All that hard work and you're not gonna share?" she asked a little louder than necessary, Keith thought.

"Katie?"

Oh great.

"Shiro!" Pidge exclaimed happily. "Come join us!"

"I was looking for you. Did you need any help with repairs?" Shiro asked from the doorway.

"Come look at the stars!" Pidge invited to Lance's protesting squaks. At least he looked as discombobulated at Keith felt.

"Is that was I think it is?" he asked sounding impressed.

Keith was having a hard time processing. He really needed to sort out what had happened between him and Lance. But then Pidge had shown up and he had to concentrate on acting normal. As if laying quietly beside Lance was normal. Now Shiro was here to further complicate matters. He needed to get away.

"I'm going to bed," Keith announced, rolling up to a sitting position.

"Wait! What about your shower?"Pidge asked.

He needed to get out of there. Now. "Fix it some other time!" he said, slamming the door behind him. He realized too late that he had locked in Pidge and Shiro with Lance. Whatever, it was Lance's problem now. Besides, Pidge would be able to get it open. And if not, Shiro could cut through anything.

He entered his room with a sense of relief. No clutter, everything was in order and in its place. After pulling off his boots he threw himself on the bed. His ceiling was blank, of course.

"What the hell?" he wondered aloud. He couldn't get the sensation of Lance's lips pressed against his out of his head. But how could he let this happen? One minute Lance had pushed him over, awkwardly landing on top of him. Then there was nothing but those blue eyes, and he was frozen.

And then...well, Keith brought a finger to his lips. He couldn't recall how it happened. Had Lance crushed down on him or had he come up to meet Lance? He honestly couldn't say. Nor did he know why. The Blue Paladin was an annoyance, a thorn in his side. He kicked himself for allowing the kiss last as long as it did. Why couldn't he stop it? Could it be that he had been keeping his secret for so long that he was starved for skinship? Yes, if anything, that had to be it.

But then, what of Lance? He didn't pull away until Pidge interrupted them. Was Lance keeping secrets too? Or was the flirt just desperate for physical contact? It wasn't like Lance had a shot with the princess. But if he was honest with himself, Keith knew that Lance was probably just teasing him. Like he knew, and was playing with him cruelly.

He grabbed his pillow and smacked it against the bed frame a few times before throwing it across the room as he sank to the floor, head in his hands. Simultaneously replaying that moment to feel something and trying to block it out of his head to feel nothing. It was a mess. He was a mess. It was stupid and shouldn't matter, but it did. It mattered more than anything.

As tired as he was, Keith found it very hard to sleep that night.