partners | klance

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They ate mostly in silence, exchanging a few words here and there.

Lance felt like the world was ending for him.

Keith was just thinking how these are the best pancakes he's ever had.

Lance decided to do the dishes. Keith went in the living room and settled to watching TV until Lance was done with the dishes.

Five and a half minutes later, no he wasn't keeping track, Lance sat next to him. He was fidgeting his fingers in his lap.

Keith's probably never seen Lance so nervous in his life.

"You wanted to talk?" Keith wasn't sure if it was a question because he was thrown off by how small Lance's voice was.

"Yeah. I guess I'm just... confused. I mean-" he sighed. "I don't want to think we're something that we're not or something you don't want us to be."

Lance laughed lightly. It was more air than sound. 

"God, we're so awkward. Listen, Keith," he took a deep breath before continuing, "I like you. I really, really like you and nothing would make me happier than to call you mine."

Lance reached out to gently hold Keith's hand. Keith squeezed his hand before intertwining their fingers. He brought his gaze up from their hands to look at Lance's face.

He felt like crying tears of joy when he saw Lance looking at him with one of the sweetest and most innocent looks he ever saw Lance wear on his face.

Keith flicked his gaze from Lance's eyes down to his lips, then back up again. "May I, um..."

Lance smiled. "You don't have to ask."

Keith let go of Lance's hand. He brought both of his hands up and placed them on the sides of Lance's neck, his thumb gently tracing Lance's jaw. He moved his body so he was sitting closer to Lance.

Lance placed his hands on Keith's hips. Keith gently pulled Lance closer until, finally, their lips met.

It was a just a brief exchange at first.

Until Keith was laying on his back on the couch with Lance hovering over him, straddling his hips and when did this even happen?

Neither of them really cared.

Lance realized that kisses were nothing like they were described in books or how they were portrayed in movies. There were no fireworks in his stomach or sparks flying or whatever.

He wasn't complaining.

Kisses were warm and wet and God, he could kiss Keith forever. Most importantly he felt so safe and comfortable when he was with him.

Lance slowly pulled away to look at him. They were both breathing heavily.

Seeing Keith breathless, the redness of his lips matching his cheeks and his pupils wide was the most beautiful Lance has ever seen in his life, and he grew up in Cuba.

"Does this assure you that we're on the same page?" Lance smirked.

"Shut up and kiss me again." Lance didn't even think about commenting further and leaned down to capture his boyfriend's lips in an another passionate kiss.

* * *

"We gotta feed Luciel."

"We gotta do what now?"

"My sister's tarantula."

Keith burst into a laugh. "You named him Luciel? Why would you do that?"

"In my defense, I was against that. He doesn't deserve to carry that name." Lance said dramatically.

"Well, that's your sister's pet. I'll take no part in this."

"What? You can't just back out like that. That thing eats crickets, Keith. Crickets."

Keith sighs. "I'll stand by the door, but that's it."

* * *

"That was the worst experience of my life. I'm never doing that again. Nope. Nuh-uh."

"Okay, Lance, calm down."

"I can't calm down. Did you see that thing? How can my sister even sleep in there knowing that there's-"

"Lance, it's fine. Okay? You don't have to go back in there."

"Easy for you to say. You bolted right after I said that I think it will escape."

Keith chuckled. "Just go to sleep."

It was night time, around 11 pm. They were laying on Lance's bed. Lance had Keith's back pressed to his chest. His arms were around Keith and he's never felt more complete in his life.

Keith brought his hand up to Lance's that was positioned on Keith's stomach, holding him close, and intertwined their fingers. He felt Lance press light kisses on his shoulder.

Keith turned around so he was facing Lance and kissed him for about the thousandth time that day.

After pulling away, he buried his face in the crook of Lance's neck. He lightly kissed Lance collarbone.

Lance brought his hand up to gently play with Keith's hair. He was always telling Keith how much he hates his hair, but all he's been saying today was how much he loves it and how is your hair so soft? 

Keith slowly fell asleep while having his scalp massaged by the person he loves the most.