Klance
Friends with benefits kinda at the beginning
Then fifteen year gap
Keith's a teacher later
Keith bit his lip, rereading Lance's text over and over.
From Lance
10:47
I'm coming over. We need to talk.
It was strange. Lance never wanted to talk. All they were now we're fuckbuddies despite their relationships.
Maybe that's what Lance wanted to talk to him about.
Keith looked at the time on his phone. "Only eleven." He muttered, then looked up to the window by his door. It took Lance an average of twenty minutes to get to Keith's apartment from his own.
He sighed, dropping his head back. "I need to stop being so anxious. We're not anything..." Keith fiddled with his phone, his foot tapping on the arm rest on the opposite side of his small couch.
Keith jumped up off his couch as two knocks rapped against his door. Keith gulped, then dragged himself over. He unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Lance.
Lance was looking down at his feet, hand on the back of his neck. "Keith-"
"You're ending this, aren't you?" Keith cut Lance off, startling the taller man. "I get it. We should have stopped a long time ago. I have a boyfriend, you're about to get married to the girl you've been with since high school-"
"Keith, wait." Lance stepped into Keith's apartment and shut the door. Keith stumbled a few steps back, now realizing his eyes were beginning to sting. "Keith, I... It's not that I want to stop it... I have to. Plax and I are moving to New York for her work."
Keith furrowed his brows. "When?"
Lance breathed deeply, raising his shoulders. "Within the month. We have to pack everything, find an apartment, say goodbye, get married, then leave."
Keith swallowed thickly, looking down. "Uh... Busy month."
The taller huffed amusedly, carding his fingers through his hair. "Yeah... This'll be the last time I see you for... A long time since you're refusing to come to my wedding. I don't even know if I'll see you again. I don't know if I'll see you or Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, Allura or Coran ever again."
"Right..."
Lance hesitantly reached towards Keith. "I... I don't want to... I don't wanna do any of that kinky shit tonight." Keith glanced up at Lance. "I just... I just want to touch you tonight."
Keith took Lance's hand, then took a step forward. He leaned up, closing his eyes. Lance leaned down slightly to meet Keith's lips.
It started gentle, then it became more desperate. Keith pressed into Lance, curling his fingers into Lance's hair. Lance grasped at Keith, then they were stumbling to the other side of the apartment. Keith fumbled for the doorknob, then they didn't bother to close the door once it was open.
Keith's shirt was taken off and tossed before they fell onto Keith's bed. Lance kicked off his shoes and yanked his socks off. Keith unbuttoned Lance's shirt, then helped him shrug it off and toss it.
Their mouths broke apart to gasp in air. Lance shimmied down enough to kiss down Keith's neck and unbutton Keith's pants.
Keith tilted his head back with a soft moan, clutching Lance's shoulders. Keith kicked off his jeans with Lance's help, then they lost his boxers. Lance latched his lips on the sensitive nook of Keith's neck and sucked.
