Klance Oneshots

19

It had been a stressful day for Keith, and all he wanted to do was be with Lance and sleep. When the pale boy arrived at his house. The raven-haired boy off his work shirt to reveal a black tank top. Keith slipped off his shoes before heading deeper into the house and into the living room.

There, the tired boy saw Lance on the gray couch playing some shit game that had just come out. Keith strode over to him and sat down on his lap, draping his arms around the lanky boy's neck. "Hey, babe. Is something wrong?" Lance asked, setting a controller down. The blue-eyed boy wrapped his arms around Keith's waist protectively, bringing him closer.

The raven-haired boy let out a deep, irritated hum in response, and the Cuban boy sighed heavily. "It's okay, hun," the brunette purred gently. Keith had no idea why his lover was trying to make him feel better when the pale boy wasn't even sad.

But Keith didn't stop the bilingual boy from continuing to speak to him. The indigo-eyed boy found it calming to listen to Lance as he rubbed Keith's back fondly. After a while, Keith felt his boyfriend's petting stop and his words slow. Soon enough, Lance was sound asleep with the pal boy still wrapped in his arms.

Keith had no other choice than to fall asleep in the lanky boy's lap, which was fine by him. The short boy let out an airy laugh, being careful not to wake his boyfriend. Keith let sleep overtake him as he nuzzled into the crook of Lance's neck.

(267 words. uGH I'm tired. -Juian.)