Space Dads

6

Keith lay on his side, snoozing silently, his leg draped on Lance's side. Lance's arm settled loosely on Keith's waist, pulling him closer.

Every now, and then one of the two boys would shift in their places. The baby hummed quietly, one hand clutching Keith's soft black hair, and the other resting on Lance's warm face. Leon smiled a little in his sleep, enjoying lying in the soft, warm bed with his mommy, and daddy.

Hunk slid Keith's door open.
"Hey Keith, have you seen Lan—"
He took in the sight before pulling out his phone—the one Pidge made for him.
"Holy cheese!"
He whisper yelled, as he snapped photos of them.

Keith shifted in his sleep, and Hunk dashed out of the room like The Flash. The door closed, and he was down the hall already.
"Pidge!"
He called urgently.
Shiro, and Pidge both rushed to Hunk, worried looks placed on their faces.

"What's wrong?!"
Pidge asked loudly, Shiro stood watching the man before him closely.

"It's this!"
Hunk said, shoving the phone in their faces.
The two gasped very loudly.

"It happening!!"
Pidge screeched, before she, Shiro, and Hunk took off running to Keith's bedroom.

Pidge opened the door slightly, Shiro, and her peeped in silently.

Keith was sitting up on the bed, he rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands, yawning quietly.
He looked over at Lance, and the baby for a second before, maneuvering himself off the soft bed he really didn't want to leave.

He turned, and looked down at Lance before whispering to him,

"Hey, are you awake?"
Keith poked Lance's cheek softly.
When he didn't respond Keith whispered again.

"Good, now I can change clothes."

He turned to the dresser he kept his clothes, he made a pouty face, then looked at the floor covered in dirty clothes.
"I should really do my laundry."
He suggested to himself.
"Nahhhh."
He said waving away that thought.

Pidge heard Lance snicker, and realized he was awake.

Keith continued to dig through his dresser, finally picking out a plain red t shirt, red and black boxers, and a pair of black high waisted jeans with holes in the knees.

He pulled the shirt he was currently wearing, off over his head, then threw on his red shirt, that was kind of baggy on him.

Keith unbuttoned his pants, sliding the dirty skinny jeans off, and throwing them somewhere.

He face the dresser, his back was to Lance, meaning he couldn't see the phone in Lance's hand discreetly capturing pictures of him.

Keith also couldn't see the others taking pictures of him, or see them taking pictures of Lance taking pictures of him. Lance was grinning like an idiot, as Keith did the twisty thing girls do to get their pants on.

Once he got his pants on, and buckled he loudly said,
"Holy shit these are tight!"
As he bent forward trying to get situated in his pants.

"Wha?"
Lance asked, pretending like he just woke up. Keith jumped, before he turned holding his chest.
"Y-you scared the shit outta me."
He breathed out.

Lance chuckled, getting off the bed, leaving the sleeping baby.

"How long have you been awake?"
Keith asked, arms crossed, hip popped out, as he raised an eyebrow.

"Long enough."
"How long is long enough?"
Lance just shrugged, smirking.
"You little shit,"
Keith started,
"You were awake the whole time!"
Keith exclaimed, his face red. Lance just chuckled, as Keith shook him by his collar.

Keith made a pouty face again, crossing his arms. Lance took this opportunity to get a picture or two of his pout.

Keith tried to cover his face, but to no avail Lance already got a photo.

"Delete it!"
Keith screeched, one hand still covering his face, as the other waves around trying to get Lance's phone.

"Dam you, and your tallness!"
Keith muttered loudly, on his tip of his toes, trying to grab Lance's phone, despite still not being tall enough.

Lance just stood normally, hand raised in the air above their heads.
"Lance!"
Keith said loudly, only gaining a laugh in return.

"I swear to god!"

Lance gasped sarcastically, teasing Keith,
"I thought you weren't religious!"
He stated, still waving the phone above Keith's head, now holding it just with his thumb, and first finger.

Keith who has Lance's shirt balled up in his hand, trying to gain enough leverage to grab the phone.

Keith determined to get Lance's phone, got an idea. He moved his hands up onto Lance's shoulders sensually, Keith bit his lip trying not to break out into a smile.

"What's your game?"
Lance asked cautiously, noticing his facial expression, not making him remove his hands.

Keith placed one of his legs up on Lance's waist. Quickly after he used the leg still on ground, and twisted his body, causing Lance to fall along with him.

Lance screeched, as they hit the ground. Lance's arms still above his head, but lying on the floor along with him, and his phone.

Lance grabbed his phone, and held it tightly in his hand.
Keith straddled Lance who was beneath him.

"Phone?"
Keith asked simply, opening his palm for Lance to place the gadget.
Lance shook his head, smirking widely.

"I knew I had lady skills."
Lance continued,
"We've been hanging out for like 40 minutes, and I've already got you riding me."

Lance declared, feeling accomplished.

"First of all,"
Keith started,
"I'm not a lady...second of all..."
He brought his face closer to Lance's, smiling innocently.

"I can do you one better."

Keith brought his mouth to Lance's, their mouths harmoniously together, Keith's hands slid up Lance's arms slowly, he slipped his right hand into Lance's, unfortunately he couldn't get Lance to let go of the phone in his right hand. 

He felt Lance smirk into the kiss, as Lance let go of Keith's hand, moved his now empty hand to Keith's lower back. He kissed Keith  roughly, gripping his hips tightly.

Lance flipped them over quickly, deepening the kiss, proving not only that Keith's plan had failed, he also proved that he was more dominant than Keith.

Keith pushed Lance back, he panted, cheeks red, as Lance smirked watching him catch his breathe.

"You have pretty low stamina, huh, less dominant Keith."

Keith panted, face still red, as he held up a finger telling Lance to wait.

As soon Keith caught his breathe, he continued to lie on the floor, as he looked Lance dead in the eye, a small smirk placed on his lips, as he told him,

     "No homo."