Accidental Intentions

33 • Urges

If Keith hadn't been so pissed, he might have laughed at Lance's reaction. The guy was terrified.

"What are you doing here?" Lance demanded.

Keith offered a sleepy shrug. "Pidge kicked me out. Said that you'd let me stay here."

Lance looked ready to pop a vein as he placed his hands on his hips. "Oh did she now?"

Keith saw that he wasn't entirely welcome. And truth be told, he wasn't exactly excited to be here either. All he wanted was some time on his own. To process. Honestly, the thought of sharing a bed with Lance made his stomach turn in unsavory ways. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"No!" Lance rushed, springing onto his feet, his head nearly grazing the star-studded ceiling. "You know what? Take the bed. I'm going to stay with Hunk."

In the darkness, Keith was able to make out the Blue Paladin's form leap out of bed and dart towards him. Keith rolled his eyes and made his way towards the bed. The sheets were warm. Normally this would have been great because space could get cold and at nights the artificial heating was turned down to preserve energy. But this was different. It was akin to sitting down on the toilet seat and finding it warm because someone had just been there. It was a little too grossly intimate for comfort.

As Lance was noisily rummaging around, Keith tried to get comfortable. But he couldn't. For one, Lance's bed was way softer than his, making him feel like he was sinking into a giant cushion. Second, it smelled heavily of Lance which pissed him off.

Lance sprung away from the door with a grunt of frustration. "This stupid door! I thought Hunk fixed it."

Shit.

Lance stomped his way to Keith. "Get up. You're sleeping on the floor."

Keith raised his eyebrow at the heaps of dirty laundry on the floor. He had just cleaned it the other day. "No way. You sleep with your dirty underwear!"

"Excuse you, those chonies are clean!" Lance explained in a hurt tone as he attempted to wrestle the sheets off of Keith.

Keith kept a tight fist balled around a handful of blanket and held it to his collarbone. "Then why are they on the floor?"

"Hey! As long as I know what they are," Lance defended his filing system as he gave Keith's body a shove.

Keith tried to push him away, but Lance caught his hands in his as they waged war for the bed. Lance was not as strong as Keith was, but Keith being on his back gave Lance the advantage of weight.

They fought. There was swinging and pushing and scratching and biting. Not at all a gentleman's scuffle. It went on for quite some time before Keith's assailant froze.

Lance was straddling him, and had finally succeeded in forcing both Keith hands down on either side of his head. But they were close. Keith immediately knew what Lance was thinking because the same thoughts were racing through his mind. Last time they were like this, something happened. But it was different this time.

Lance looked like he wanted to kiss him.

Worse, Keith wanted to kiss Lance.

Neither could cry accident this time.

Both out of breath, they heaved for air as they locked eyes, fighting the urge.

What the hell is this? something in the back of Keith's mind screamed. But it was a tiny cry, getting farther and farther away.

Lance lowered himself onto his elbows, bringing their faces closer. His eyes were unfocused, his mind losing the battle against some animalistic hunger. Keith felt his hot breath in his face and wanted more. He tried to free his hands to pull Lance down to him, but Lance had him pinned down.

With a low grunt in frustration, Keith impatiently waited for Lance to forsake that last shred of reason and just give in already. He watched Lance's resolve crumble with each passing moment.

Keith could see the exact moment Lance broke. His grip on Keith's wrists tightened, his eyes grew sharp and focused, and his expression determined. With heavy, ragged breaths, he leaned closer, not breaking eye contact. For a beat, he hovered above Keith's lips as his eyes slid closed.

Keith's closed his eyes and arched his back in anticipation.

But Lance paused suddenly, then was gone.

Keith opened his eyes to find the Blue Paladin on his back beside him, hands covering his face.

The spell broken, Keith kicked himself. What had he been about to do? What had he wanted to do? He knew the answer, of course, but that didn't make it any easier to believe. Lance apparently was having the same crisis he was.

They lay, side-by-side, wrapped up in their own self-loathing while the embarrassed atmosphere grew to overpowering levels.