Fiesta

Chapter 3 Part 1

Unfortunately for Lance, he didn't know that Keith heard what he had said. In addition, he didn't hear Keith's reply.

Lance quickly pulled his hand away from Keith's grasp as they walked to the aeroplane, not thinking anything about it. Keith was about to protest but he didn't want to make Lance uncomfortable. To cover up the cold feeling left in his hand, Keith shoved his hand quickly into his pocket as they started to climb the stairs up to the plane.

Lance knew the ropes once he boarded the plane and he quickly handed his boarding pass to the stewardess. He chatted with her and she giggled.

Keith had to admit, she was very pretty. But he found Lance way more attractive out of the two.

Lance winked at her and smiled at her with his crocked grin before walking off to his seat. Keith felt his cheeks heat up. He secretly loved the other boy's lop sided grin. It made his stomach flutter. A small bubble of jealously appeared due to the fact that he wanted the smile to be for him. A cough brought him out of his trance.

"Excuse me sir, could I see your boarding pass?," Asked the stewardess in an over exaggerated, clearly fake 'I'm-happy-24/7' voice. Keith blinked a few times before handing it to her. She ripped it slightly with her manicured nails and giggled when she saw the seat number. Keith raised an eyebrow.

"You lucky man. You're sitting next to that lovely gentleman at the back" She said and gestured to the back where Lance was putting his bag in the overhead lockers.

Keith blushed as Lance's shirt was pulled up as he pushed the bag in. The bottom of his stomach was exposed and his trousers sat low on his hips so that everyone could see the elastic of his blue boxers. The v that was clearly visible at the bottom of his stomach was almost like an arrow pointing down to his crotch. Keith nodded quickly and took the boarding pass off the lady as he walked to Lance.

"Pull your shirt down everyone can see your stomach" Keith said, extending his index finger to poke Lance in the bellybutton. His other fingers gently brushed the skin underneath where he had poked. Lance jerked back at the weird feeling and pulled his shirt down, closing the locker.

"What the hell, Keith" Lance exclaimed as he felt his face grow hot.

"I'm sure people don't want to see your naked stomach," Keith lied. Lance's sun-kissed skin was almost irresistible for him. Ever since they had known eachother, Keith was always secretly jealous of how easily and nicely Lance tanned.

Lance was about to sit down trying to get away from Keith's touch before Keith stopped him. "Er no."

"Huh? What do you mean 'er no'' Lance said, having to hunch over as their assigned seats were under the lockers. Lance was way too tall to be able to stand up straight. Keith observed that he didn't look very comfortable.

"The window seat is mine." Keith said stubbornly. Lance instantly glared at the other as the words escaped his lips. An amused snort came from the tanned boy's lips.

"You're funny," He said sarcastically "I'm sitting by the window. End of story." He said, sitting down, fastening his seatbelt as if to prove a point.

Keith sighed and rubbed his temples as he shrugged his rucksack off his back and placing it on the floor, kicking it under the chair infront. He sat down only after 'accidentally' kicking Lance's shin. Lance whined but knew he deserved it slightly.

'yeah he's cute as hell but he's such a pain in the arse' Keith thought to himself as he strapped himself in and let out a large sigh, trying to calm himself.

The plane took of in a matter of time and as the seatbelt light rang to tell everyone it was okay to walk about. Lance slid his headphones onto his ears from his neck. He tapped around on his phone, trying to find the right song and once he did, he lay back and closed his eyes. Keith looker over Lance's shoulder to see what he was listening to.

A small airy chuckle escaped Keith's lips. 'Partition by Beyonce' was playing. Lance's music taste was so predictable to Keith.

As the hours on the plane grew, Lance slowly nodded off. His hand dropped from his phone and it rested on his lap. His head began to lean to the side, his lips parted slightly as he breathed steadily in his slumber. Keith slightly jolted in surprise when Lance's head rested on his shoulder. He took his chance and slowly moved his hand that was closest to the other. Their palms touched and Keith stopped moving for a couple of seconds, seeing if Lance would wake up. Nothing whatsoever. He was still fast asleep.

Keith let out a thankful sigh and slid his fingers inbetween Lance's. The taller boy's hand instantly held back. Keith blushed at the familiar feeling of warmth in his hand and the unfamiliar feeling of warmth that was appearing in his chest. He liked the way his hand fit perfectly into Lance's. He liked the way their skin colours contrasted. He liked the way Lance's hands held Keith's securely. He liked everything about holding Lance's hand. And he thought that was weird.

Lance quietly mumbled something incoherent under his breath and nuzzled slightly into Keith's neck, making his breath hitch. He waiting until the coast was clear.

With his other hand he gently slide Lance's headphones off, for they were digging into his jaw. Keith slid them on himself and lay back, his hand still in Lance's, listening to what Lance had been sleeping through. Keith smiled slighty to himself at the irony of the song as 'Hands to Myself' by Selena Gomez played. He wasn't really into that kind of song genre but something about how the song related to his current situation made it hard for him to stop listening.