Web of Sins

Let me love you

So, this took a week longer to get out, and I'm sorry *orz* it's even worse since this is basically a direct follow up to the previous chapter, and I took a longer time to finish it. It's even shorter than the average chapter! Ahhh, I'm truly sorry. I hope the hurt/comfort makes up for it ToT

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Given how distracted they had gotten during episode 1, Lance honestly didn't think they would manage to watch anything even though he really did want to. He didn't watch a lot of cartoons, but if Keith liked it, then he wanted to like it, too.

Luckily, after all the kissing and talking and snuggling, they ended up getting through the first two seasons of Voltron without interruption, which had, to Lance's surprise, left him actively wanting more.

"It's fun. This is fun." Lance glanced back at Keith, back pressed to his chest still. He had his knees pulled up to his stomach now so that he was curled into a ball in between Keith's legs, and Keith rounded their position out with his arms on either side of Lance beneath the blanket.

"Glad to hear!" Keith exclaimed, resting his chin on Lance's shoulder, eliciting a fit of giggles to escape Lance before he followed Keith's gaze to the windows, which weren't offering any light through the white blinds. They'd been watching for quite a while.

"How are you feeling? Are you tired?"

Lance blinked in surprise, just like he had the other five times Keith had asked him that question. The other boy checked up on him after every other episode, and at first it had just been a very Keith thing to do, but at this point, Lance couldn't help but frown.

"...I'm okay...still. You...ask that a lot..."

"Hm?" Keith observed his face, but Lance couldn't bring himself to meet his gaze. Maybe he was the one being weird...

They sat quietly for a solid minute before Keith sighed and leaned his head closer to Lance's. "I get it. Sorry if I sound like a mother hen...I just need to make sure I know how you're feeling. Remember—if you need something or if you want to do something else, just say it."

Lance shifted against Keith's chest a bit, still unable to meet Keith's eyes. He could only nod in response; it wasn't like he knew if he wanted anything. That was how hopeless he was. Pretty soon, Keith was going to learn that, and then...then he would see if Keith was willing to waste time on him. He knew Keith was a good person, and he trusted that Keith was a good person...but it was only because Keith already had his own preconception that Lance was worth more than he actually was.

"Hey," Keith interrupted Lance's thoughts, gently cupping Lance's cheek with his palm and turning his face so he was finally looking back at Keith's smile. "So, do you like the show so far?"

He leaned into Keith's palm, smiling a bit just for Keith. He seemed to be able to tell when Lance was drowning himself in deep thoughts.

"Yeah. I was never big on space, but I still like it."

Keith leaned back a bit, holding Lance to his chest and rocking them back and forth slowly. "That's understandable. If I wasn't going to be a pediatrician, I'd probably want to do something in space. But, helping children is my priority." He sighed and turned his face into Lance's neck a bit, nuzzling forward tiredly. "I like it."

Heat immediately spiked up Lance's body, passing through his heart like a spark of electricity before reaching his face in the form of red. He subconsciously leaned his head to the side a bit, exposing more of his neck for Keith's face to burrow into.

"I'm tired. And hungry. And you smell nice, like lavender."

Lance's cheeks just kept turning rosier and rosier as he watched Keith rest himself against his body.