Shooting Stars - Klance

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Keith woke up from someone shaking him. ''Keithy!'' A small voice whisper shouted and someone shook him again. Keith let out a grunt and squinted his eyes open. It was Mateo. ''Mateo? What do you want?'' Keith grumbled and rubbed his eyes. ''You! I want to play hide and seek with you!'' Mateo chirped. Bouncing up and down, smiling brightly. He glanced at the clock, it was only six in the morning. What's with these kids these days?

''Why so early?" Keith grunted again.

"Because I'm awake and mamá wants Lance to clean. It's christmas evening today!" Mateo said and grinned a cheesy wide teethed grin.

Keith felt lance steer behind him, as the latino's arms tightened around Keith's waist. Pulling Keith's back closer into the appreciated warmth of Lance's chest. Somehow Lance ended up at the wall side and Keith ended up being the small spoon.

''Not now. Okay? Go ask Rosita. Shoo Mateo, please.'' Keith said, trying not to sound harsh. Mateo pouted and ran out the room..

''You so wanted to call him 'brat', didn't you?'' Lance's voice murmured and a snort came out.

Keith parted his lips, ready to make a snarky remark about Lance acting childish again. But Keith's small lips closed into a line, and he smiled instead, starting to turn around in Lances hold.

Lance looked stunned. "Yeah, I kinda did," Keith mumbled softly. He looked up at those blue mesmerizing eyes.

He wanted to lean in. Push his lips against Lance's. Feel Lance's skin on his. Sharing their warmth, hands softly exploring skin patches, fingers barely grazing over each others body, breaths mangling together, explore each others limits, pulling their bodies closer, Keith's chest pressed against Lance's, feeling Lance's heartbeat, hearing Lance's soft grunts of approval, hearing his heartbeat, seeing that shit eating grin on Lance's flushed face that gave him away, staring endlessly into those blue puddles that reassembled the ocean and night sky.

He saw the desprate look in Lance's eyes too. He leaned closer. Almost, to where their noses would have touched.

Closer.

Lance abruptly sat up.

"We should get up. Mamá's freaking out already," Lance said. Keith nodded. They both heard the shouts from downstairs, belonging to no other than mamá Sanchez.

Keith sat up too. Lance crawled over Keiths legs, off of the bed. Making his way out of the room. Lance stopped in his tracks, standing in the doorway, he turned around to face Keith in one swing.

Keith tensed when lance walked back over to him, it all happened too fast.

Lance's weight shifting the mattress as he leant on it, his warm breath hitting Keith's cheek, warm thin lips were pressed against it, then pulling away hesitantly, the weight shifting off of the bed, and Lance walking away without saying a word. Keith's face went up in flames.

No spoken vocals were shared between the boys after, there was no need. They just got dressed. Ate breakfast. Nor' did they share a glance when Rosa explained everyone's chores around the house for the big, yet late, preparation.

A chaotic aura lingered everywhere around the McClain-Sanchez household.

Lucy and Sofia cleaned inside the house. Rosa and Louis were cooking. Tulio, Lance, and Michaela were fixing up the garden. Along with putting up the tables and chaires along with a big white tent. Lance had a huge family. Miguel was putting up the table inside the living room. Keith helping with moving the sofa and carrying the table inside.

There were going to be a lot of people.

Rosa has one older sister and one younger brother. Louis has one older sister, she was the eldest, and then two older brothers who were younger then his sister.