j e a l o u s y [shklance one-shot]

"Hey, I'm baking space cookies. Wanna come with?" Hunk asked, his deep brown eyes hopeful and somewhat scared. Lance didn't blame him, especially after the Castle went bat-shit on them. Hunk was probably thinking of the mixing machine attacking him or something.

"I was just about to head to the Training Deck," Lance said, going to stuff his hands into his jacket, but realizing he was wearing his suit, He noticed the slight fall in Hunk's expression. "I'm sure Pidge isn't busy. They'd probably love to make some cookies."

"Thanks anyway. Have fun," Hunk remarked enthusiastically, walking off in search of their smallest friend with a small smile on his face. Lance couldn't help his grin as he headed to the Training Deck, whistling a soft tune, before the door came into focus.

He wished it didn't.

The clear glass let him perfectly see what was going on inside, and as of right now, Shiro and Keith were battling the Gladiator. Lance would normally have been entranced by Keith's lithe body gracefully dancing around his opponent, and Shiro's back muscles tensing and relaxing every time he went into combat, but today, he wasn't in the mood.

A familiar and comfortable aura surrounded the two, and they glanced at each other, before continuing the attack. They communicated with their eyes, something Lance had never mastered with anyone. It took time and effort and love and no one wanted to stick around him for that long. The Gladiator must have been on a high setting, because Keith was breathing hard, his hands clenched around his sword so tight, his knuckles were pale. Shiro looked less worked out, but still exhausted, and the fight still hadn't reached its peak yet.

They didn't speak as Shiro turned the Gladiator off. They probably communicated with their eyes, Lance thought bitterly. He couldn't help it.

Keith and him never had a good relationship. Granted it went from spite and mistrust to playful bantering, he was one hundred percent sure that Keith didn't want to be around him unless he was forced to. But Lance wanted to be around Keith. He wanted to hold the Red Paladin and run his fingers through his hair and lace their fingers together and kiss him. God damn, did Lance want to kiss Keith.

Shiro was different. Though he could be a hard-ass when needed, he was soft and kind around Lance. They exchanged nothing but cute glances along with smiles and the occasional fingertip brush, which Lance knew he shouldn't get hopeful over. Lance liked to envision being against Shiro, how his broad shoulders would feel under Lance's touch, and how Shiro would be the kind to cradle Lance's face should they ever kiss.

Stop it, he chastised himself, feeling bitterness and anger and hurt bubble up into his throat. Don't ruin it.

Don't ruin it.

It.

The golden couple. Shiro and Keith; Keith and Shiro. Even before Voltron had been discovered, the two had something. It was evident in the way Keith admired Shiro and the Black Paladin's soft glances and touches to the smaller boy. Lance would watch them get caught up in each other, and he wouldn't be able to find where Keith ended and Shiro began. There was no doubt in his mind that the two were soulmates, they had to be.

So yeah, he loved Keith and he loved Shiro. But hell would freeze over before he ruined what they had, even if he felt like puking and crying and screaming whenever he saw them together.

Shiro took his helmet off and watched as Keith did the same, before the taller male reached over and ran his fingers through Keith's black hair. Their eyes met and Shiro's were so soft and full of love that it made Lance ache. Keith watched Shiro's expression with such admiration and adoration that Lance yearned to be looked at like that.