Klance
Keith pulled his shirt on over his head and glanced over his shoulder as he grabbed his jacket. Lance lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Keith bit his lip and left.
The walk back to his room was silent and unnerving. The slight pain in his hips was nothing compared to the pain in his chest. Keith chewed on his lip, hands over his chest as he entered his room. The red paladin leaned back against his wall and sunk to the floor. Tears gathered in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall, despite being alone.
This was the only way - he was sure. How else was he supposed to show Lance how much he cared?
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Blue eyes glimmered joyfully as he went through their plan of attack. Shiro sighed as Lance bounced around the room, going through in odd details.
"Then they're off!" Lance threw his arms in the air with a large grin on his face. "Bye-bye, Galra!"
Keith worried on his bottom lip while watching Lance. When in front of the others, Lance has this happy air. He's so boisterous and cheerful and hates him.
But, when alone, Keith forgives Lance and let's Lance have his way.
This strange affair only started after they had taken Shiro back after he had mysteriously vanished from his lion. Lance was angry and stressed and Keith had found him. Somehow, Keith wasn't quite sure how, but they ended up tumbling into Lance's room, both heated and angry and unfocused. Keith barely knew what was going on until they both panted heavily, sweating bodies pressed together and down from the high of releasing.
"Alright. Sounds good." Shiro's voice snapped Keith back into the present. Shiro patted Keith's shoulder then pivoted to leave. "Everyone go ahead and get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow."
Keith nodded and began to leave.
Everyone headed towards their rooms. Lance grabbed Keith's wrist to pull him to a stop before Keith went to his own room. Keith turned slightly to look up at Lance. Lance's dark gaze was focused into his room. Keith nodded and followed him in. The door shut behind them and automatically locked.
Both paladins shrugged off their jackets and let them fall to the floor. Lance sat on the edge of his bed and kicked off his shoes. Keith tugged his boots on, then approached Lance. The blue paladin reached up and placed his hands on Keith's hips. Keith pulled his shirt up over his head and sighed as warm, slightly chapped lips pressed to his abdomen.
Keith curled his fingers in Lance's hair as the younger paladin dotted soft kisses over his skin. Keith bit his lip and climbed up onto the bed to straddled Lance's lap. Lance trailed his lips up Keith's chest and over his jaw. A soft sigh slipped through the red paladin's lips and he tilted his head back.
Lance grabbed Keith's thighs and circled his lips on Keith's neck. Keith moaned softly as Lance sucked on his skin.
"Lance..." Keith breathed out, eyes on the ceiling. Lance pulled away, then tugged his shirt off over his head. Keith stopped worrying about letting Lance's name slip a long time ago. Lance never says anything during their time, so Keith nearly panicked the first time he let the younger's name slip. Lance didn't say anything or stop, but Keith was scared Lance would if he slipped up again.
He kept calling Lance's name, testing it as they were together. Lance never stopped him.
Keith looked down, trailing his fingers up Lance's bare torso. Lance was much more built than previously thought. Keith tangled his fingers back into Lance's soft, dark chestnut hair and pressed their lips together.
