Hijacking Reality

Chapter 6

Long black eyelashes kissed Keith's cheek. First, he thought that it was someone else's doing, which generated a sudden jerking motion. When no one else was in his line of sight he only assumed it was his own. How had they gotten so long? As soon as that sense of subtle anxiety left in a wave of solace, another protruding disturbance took place like a war in his chest. Regret mixed with a throbbing pleasure.

Due to being on his side, he felt his obstruction from said pleasure, lean against his inner thigh. He didn't have time to soak in the regret. He seemingly had bigger problems to deal with and he didn't know if it was actually better or not. Not rosy, but a scarlet tinge inched to cover his face entirely. What was he dreaming of? Absorbed with investigating his previous dream, Keith's thighs pressed together unknowingly.

"F-Fucker," and soon after a smothered 'no', the awareness of what transpired in dream land made his arms cover his face in an attempt to shield his hardened blush from no one in particular.

Lance was in his dream for the third time since arriving to this planet. What exactly did that mean then? Keith could only think back to when Lance was mumbling about something important that pertained to the topic of a type of mind control. There was something weird with this planet. Unless they had intergalactic hitch hikers on their ship wanting to make Lance and Keith's lives a living nightmare and hell, even an actual nightmare in their dreams. No that was not possible. There is no one else on the ship with them. There couldn't be. The paladins did nightly walk arounds and Coran always made sure to check up on the security cameras. Surely, Keith was only thinking too much about it.

But... there was keen and explicit evidence that Lance knew what Keith knew. First was when Keith saw Lance staring out into the distance obviously thinking about his family; Keith called him out on it. Yes, Lance got angry which only meant that Keith was right in his ideals, it wasn't denied. He only assumed this because he recalled Lance crying. His family was all dead. Then the second time is when Keith woke up from his recuperating sleep he mistakened Allura for the hag from his dream, 'Keith no one killed me, okay? I'm right here and I'm alive. That's Allura. Not who you think it is.' Not who you think it is. It echoed in the dark cavern that held his doubt. He could have just been saying that to calm Keith down, but the way Lance spoke it just made Keith more curious. The third time, well he had yet to casually introduce the topic of said situation but he could ultimately connect that Lance left in his dream as did he leave Keith's room. It may have just been coincidental and his subconscious knew Lance had left as it generated the change in environment while he slept.

All this analytical thought gave Keith a massive migraine. It didn't help that every time he thought of the blue paladin he would see his 'dopey' grin that Lance claimed to be 'the biggest lady magnet of all'. Apparently it wasn't just a lady magnet, unless Keith didn't know some big hidden secret about himself actually being a girl. Just accepting that he found Lance attractive made him groan. It was like he lost a battle of stubbornness to just say the tanned god was ugly. Tanned god? He lost completely to the others obviously good looks.

Keith didn't know whether to continue soaking up the tingling sensations wracking its way in waves throughout his body or just be utterly disgusted. He wanted to be revolted at the pending notion of the scenario his brain had concocted but then again, he wished he never woke up. It was one of those dreams that just made him want to go back to sleep in order to get back to where he was. Having this dream was way lighter than the previous horrible nightmares he had been having. Of course he was out of his right mind, being groggy from the healing pod and all. Honestly that was just an excuse and Keith knew that. 'Yeah sure. Keep telling yourself that Keith,' he thought.

His fingers had a mind of their own as they traced down his covered stomach under the standard navy blanket that laid neatly on every bed on the ship. When was the last time? He couldn't remember since he was always so bent on finding something, exploring something to escape the darkness looming over him. He didn't want to be captured by it, so he continued on his various journeys with only one objective. Now his objectives were muddled and convoluted to the point of no salvage. It was Lumiere 7's fault. No-it was Lance's.