Jackets, Jackets

Change In Style

Keith groaned as he sat in the corner of the training room. He had been sparing with the program the entire day, it had worn him out. Then again, many days were spent like this for him.

Whenever Lance was busy around the castle, or he didn't want to bother Pidge he'd revert to his safe space. He enjoyed the thrill of the fight, knowing that he was getting stronger and better with every swing of the sword. When he'd get started, he rarely knew when to stop. He often had to have people come in and tell him he'd done enough.

This time he had taken a break of his own volition. He decided that he should sit and recoup, maybe chug a couple things of space juice. He decided there was no point in going to bother anyone else in the castle during his break, they were all busy.

Hunk and Pidge were working with Coran on the mechanics of the ship. Allura had Shiro helping her to scan the area for any distress signals or other things of the such to help planets. And Lance had been put to the task of, well, Keith really didn't know. He hadn't been paying attention to Lance's words until he heard, "...so you're gonna have ta deal on your own today, sorry, babe." and then he had simply walked to the training room.

He basically disregarded that he hadn't listened to his lover's explanation. He'd forgotten about it the second he started battling, so he didn't really care. Half of the things Lance said were hilariously stupid and meant as melodrama anyway.

Wiping his forehead of sweat, his ears latched onto the sound of footsteps. Immediately he tended, a natural reaction of his, but then relaxed as he recognized the footfalls. Lance. His grip on his bayard loosened and a smile made it's way onto his lips.

"Boy am I lucky to have you." Lance mumbled as he came into view, examining his boyfriend with a haughty smirk.

"Lance, stop with your weird flattery." Keith rolled his eyes, secretly loving the praise.

"Oh, please, like I'll ever stop." Lance grinned, taking a seat in front of Keith.

"Why are you here, Lance?" Keith frowned.

"Jeez, how rude. I came to see how you were doing and tell you to stop training but it looks as if you've managed to take a break on your own. It's not often you do that. What's goin' on?" Lance questioned, raising an eyebrow, carefree smile plastered on his face.

"I dunno, I got bored and thought it'd be a good idea to recover." Keith shrugged, groaning as he moved the knot in his shoulder.

"You okay?" Lance asked worriedly.

"Yeah, fine, muscle's just tense." Keith sighed, haphazardly rubbing his shoulder.

"Come on Mullet Boy, turn around. Lemme have a go at it." Lance ordered, watching as Keith complied.

"You need to stop calling me Mullet Boy." Keith commented.

"Sure, sure..." Lance trailed off, beginning to get to work.

For the next few minutes, Lance worked expertly at de-stressing the others shoulders. He was about to stop and lean back when he realized that the rest of Keith was tense. Very tense.

"Baby, you gotta work on how tense you are. It's really not good." Lance cooed sounding concerned.

"How have you not noticed that I was tense before?" Keith inquired, sounding confused.

"Because every time we've touched it's not been what I was focusing on!" Lance called happily.

"Whatever... Anyway, what have you been doing all day?" Keith asked bluntly.

"I told you what I was gonna be doing earlier. Were you not listening again?" Lance pouted.

"No, I wasn't." Keith confessed calmly.