Awkward.
That was the only word Lance could think of to describe this: he didn't want to give out the wrong idea, of course not. He loved any opportunity to hang out with Keith. Especially when he was alone. So they could spend time together out one-on-one.
Why?
He didn't want to address that yet.
Anyway, this wasn't exactly Lance's 'dream' situation. Keith perched next to him on the sofa, fabric sinking down due to his weight. His hair was a mess, the raven colored strands stood up in odd places, some falling loosely over his forehead. Acne ran up his nose and Lance chuckled, he needed to have a spa day with him, Hunk and Pidge. It was not like you could prevent it from happening, Lance had tried.... pimples are inevitable. [:(]
Under his poorly treated fringe were Keith's eyes. Bags hung under them, suggesting that besides the previous night, he hadn't been sleeping well. Tender eyelashes rested just beneath his eyelids; Keith had very lovely eyelashes. Irises cold and grey, Keith had his eyes glued on some surface on the floor. Maybe he was just trying to avoid eye contact with Lance, or maybe there was something very interesting (invisible to Lance) and the floor- he wasn't sure of either.
Between them was a sinister lack of conversation, mostly just a series of flustered looks and quite strange sounds. Neither could think of a starter, they usually didn't have to; talking usually flowed on it's own.
Why weren't they talking now?
Exactly on time, a rumbling sound emerged from Lance's stomach. He felt his face go warm as Keith raised an eyebrow at him.
"Ahaha," Lance nervously laughed, placing an arm behind his head, "I'm getting pretty hungry. Got anything to eat?"
"We got some tomatoes and stuff in the fridge."
"Com'on, I mean real food."
"There's some popcorn in the cupboard under the stove. There's probably some chips too, you know, the usual snacking necessities."
"Bowls on the top shelf?"
"Same as every time you've been here." Keith let out a warming chuckle and Lance stepped toward the kitchen.
His hand reached for the knob to open to wooden door, the doorway to sweet snacking heaven. He gently tugged it open, to reveal a treasure of good all lined up neatly inside. Keith's parents did well to organize things. Too bad Keith trashed the place. He grabbed the popcorn and chip and shut the cupboard close.
Now getting the bowls wouldn't be too hard, He was tall and it was on the highest shelf.
But maybe the shelf wasn't as low as he remembered.
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SMASH!
The sound emerged from the kitchen followed by a loud groan from no other than Lance. Keith sprung from his place on the couch and almost tripped several times running to the kitchen.
How could Lance cause so much trouble?
Finding a fallen Lance on the tiled floor rubbing his head, Keith bent down and hovered his hands cautiously over him.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Oh yeah I'm fine, my head only just got smashed in by FREAKIN' BOWL!"
"Jesus Lance, Calm down! Are you sure you're okay?" Keith turned his head to see the fine china now in a dozens of little pieces on the floor, he sighed. Maybe his parents wouldn't notice, maybe...
He delicately placed his once hovering hand under the spot Lance was rubbing vigorously, it was red and a bit swollen. It was an intimate moment... too intimate. Lance looked up, face as red as his swollen injury.
"Kiss it better?" he blurted out without thinking.
Keith froze, sweat poured down his forehead and a warmth spread from his cheeks to the rest of his face. What at on earth was he going on about? He decided to lean in on the bump before Lance began to scream (making Keith cover both his ears with his hands).
"Why are you screaming?!"
"Y-YOU WERE ABOUT TO KISS MY HEAD!" the high pitch that Lance's voice reached could smash the rest of the glass bowls.
"YOU ASKED ME TO!"
"I-I didn't mean to! It was a reflex!"
"Reflex?"
"I say that to my parents and stuff!"
"I'm not your parent!"
They were awkwardly leaning over each other with very careful glances held on one another. Keith backed up a bit and crouched on the floor, squatting like a disappointed frog. Lance placed a hand at the back of his neck as the redness started to fade from his face.
"Who even puts a shelf on the ceiling anyway?" Lance crossed his arms and huffed in displeasure.
"It's not on the ceiling! It's just very high up!" Keith tilted his head in order to see the height of the shelf, "Very high." He reached out to Lance's face and turned it towards him. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, maybe just get me some ice or something." Lance slowly stood up and trudged back to the living room. Keith gripped the handle of the freezer and grabbed some frozen peas. He handed it to Lance after walking to the living room and sitting next to him.
Lance laid slouched on the sofa with the pea bag practically stuck to his head. The tips of his fingers went crimson from the cold but Lance sat motionless. Keith watched him with a careful eye and placed his hand on his shoulder.
Wow there was a lot of touching going on that day.
Lance craned his neck around to make eye contact with Keith and granted a simple smile.
"Uh, thanks for letting me come over and um," he pulled at the jade fabric of the jacket, "taking care of my jacket."
"It's fine."
"What should we do now?" Lance asked out of pure boredom.
Keith's mind immediately went to... questionable places (AN ;DDD I need to stop myself hahaha) but he spoke not a word. Lance seemed to wobble his torso a little before falling onto Keith's shoulder on 'accident'. Staying completely still, the boy tensed up and decided not to move; Lance would probably move his head otherwise. Lance felt like this was too much to deal with, so his eyelids fluttered shut. He fell asleep.
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