Space Dads

7

"Yes homo—all the homo."

Lance smirked handed Keith the phone, he lit up as soon as Lance put the phone in his hand, the two still on the floor.

"You've earned the phone,"
Lance said, as Keith pressed the power button, only for his smile to drop.

"Now you just need to earn the password."
Lance smirked, down at Keith who made a pouty face again.

"Come here, let me tell you a secret."
Keith cooed, as Lance complied, and brought his head down.

Keith brought his mouth to Lance's ear, and whispered:

"You...sssuuucckk."

He finished, making sure to sound out each letter in the word 'suck'.

"Yea, and you don't have the password."
Lance teased, gaining yet another pout from Keith.

"Whatever, I'll figure it out sooner or later. "

Keith said, swiping random shapes in the lock pad on the screen.

Literally three second later, he got impatient.

"Just tell me the password!"
He yelled, shaking the phone, as if it would open if he threw a tantrum.

Lance laughed at his outburst.

"Nope."

"Shithead."

Keith muttered quietly under his breathe.

"So how do I earn the password?"

Keith asked, giving up on guessing the code.
Lance smirked, looking Keith dead in the eyes. Keith sighed, knowing it was going to suck for him.

"You have to be my slave,"
Lance declared.
"For three days."

"Whyyyy."
Keith strung out the word, as he whispered loudly to Lance.

"Because, I've got some important stuff on my phone."

"Lance I will literally do anything else."

Lance smirked again, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Anything?"
He asked, obviously suggesting something else.

Keith grinned.
"I can do that too, McClain."

He wiggled his eyebrows at Lance. Lance wiggled his faster.

"I hope your eyebrows fly off your face, Dorito chin."

Keith mocked, as he stopped moving his eyebrows.

"Did you just call me Dorito chin!?"
Lance exclaimed, looking mildly offended, holding his chin, as Keith laughed.

"Shut up, Mullet!"
Lance yelled, gesturing to Keith's black hair.

Keith frowned, before smiling again.

He walked over to his dresser, moving through his hand little toys, before finding what he wanted.

He walked back to Lance, pulled his hair into a ponytail—or tried to at least.

"Boom!"
He yelled, smiling, as he threw up two random peace signs on his hands.

Lance chuckled, before telling him:

"You did it wrong."

Keith's face was a little red.
"Shut up."
He said to Lance, crossing his arms.

"Let me fix it."
Lance spoke, Keith nodded a 'yes' in return.

Lance walked over to the bed, and sat on it, he gestured for Keith to sit on the floor in between his legs.

Keith sat on the floor comfortably, Lance's legs on both side of him.

"Got a brush?"
Lance asked, looking down at Keith, who looked up to him.

Keith looked around the room, first at his dresser, then at the bed, then up at the ceiling.
He looked under the bed, and spotted his red and black hair brush, he hasn't used.

He crawled under the bed, moving dusty, or smelly things he put under there only to forget about them later.

He slid out from underneath the bed, and handed Lance the brush. Lance blew on the dusty brush, sending little things flying Keith's way.

Keith sneezed, quickly throwing his hands over his mouth. His sneeze sounded like a 'poof'.
Keith looked at Lance.
Lance looked at Keith.
A smirk started to grow on Lance's face.

"Keith—"
"Don't say anything."
Keith ordered, feeling a familiar feeling wash over him.
He inhaled, and sneezed two more times, his hands over his mouth. His cheeks were red, and he sneezed again, then again.

Lance sat there looking down at him, smirking like he knew something Keith didn't.

"Shut up."
Keith mumbled, situating himself back in between Lance's legs.

Lance put the brush to Keith's hair, as he tried to pull the brush through his hair. He pulled it again, earning a scream from Keith. He tugged on it again, gaining yet another scream from Keith.

"Holy crap boy, do you ever brush your hair?!"

"No!"

"Keith, if you're gonna have long hair, then you're gonna need to brush it, like every day!"

"Then cut it!"

"To cut your hair, i'd still need to brush it out!"

"It hurts!"

Lance sighed,

"Okay, I'll try to make it hurt less."

Keith smiled,
"Thanks."

Lance continued to brush Keith's hair, after sorting pieces of his soft black hair into sections. Lance would come across some tangles, he'd take his time to get each know out, without making hurt Keith too much.

Lance had finished brushing Keith's hair, and decided he was going to braid Keith's hair.

"Okay Keith, I'm done now."
Lance said.
Keith didn't move, his head resting still on Lance's leg, one of his hands wrapped around the same leg.

"Keith, you can get up now."

Lance looked down at Keith, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, he's asleep."
Lance said to no one in particular.

Lance stood up, and Keith's head fell. Lance quickly caught Keith so he wouldn't wake up.

He picked Keith up, like he was the lightest thing in the world. Lance carried him—princess style of course. Lance gently placed Keith next to Leon, who surprisingly was still sound asleep despite the yelling.

"Well...goodnight I guess."