Lance stumbled into the training room, hoping to find Keith and talk to him about what he wants Hunk to make for dinner. Leaning against the doorway he looks up, his face going entirely red.
"I'm not done yet" says a panting Keith, sweat dripping down is thin yet muscular body. He had taken his shirt off to help with the heat, but nothing could help the heat on Lance's face.
"I uh... Bye!" stuttered Lance, flustered, as he scurried off to his room, face flushed red the entire way. Jogging inside he flopped onto his bed with a thud, face right in his pillow.
"Agh, wrong time definitely" Lance muttered
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Whoops [klance] [smut]
FanficKeith was busy training, until Lance walks in to see him shirtless. Needless to say, Lance ran out and went to his room, unable to get the image from his head. A few days later he starts imagining things happening between him and Keith, then ensuing...
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