Sir Kogane

Chapter 1

To be honest this is completely self-indulgent smut that I just wrote for myself. Pure porn. I hope you may get some joy out of this, too ^^

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Is this a joke?

Lance fanned himself with his hand in the far corner of the couch, casting side glances every few seconds at the other four pairs of eyes glued to the TV screen. "How can you guys watch this kind of thing? It's way too cheesy."

"You're trying to say something is too cheesy?" Keith scoffed, not even looking away from the movie. Surely there had to be some sort of hypnosis going on.

"Pidge, you aren't really buying into this, right?"

"It's not a good movie, but that's what makes it entertaining." She shrugged.

Hunk leaned over to look at Lance. "Come on, Lance, you usually love these types of movies. Isn't this, like, one of your favorite actors, too?"

"That's why he doesn't like it; he's just mad because he has to watch another girl get with his favorite actor."

"Oh, bullshit!" Lance scowled at Pidge, but she just waved him off.

"Don't try and play innocent. We all know you'd totally have his babies if you got the chance."

Shiro tried scolding Pidge, but he went mostly unnoticed as Lance's cheeks flushed.

"Excuse you, but I am a responsible young man! I would do no such thing until I've finished getting all my credits. Then I'd have his babies. Anyways, he may look super hot, but the movie is trash. Let's go out and do something—"

"Hey, the world doesn't revolve around you, class clown. We're at my house, so we'll watch what I want to watch." Keith retorted.

Before Lance could open his mouth past a growl, Keith's dad approached them from behind the couch.

"Now, now, kids. Keith."

Keith slouched down a bit, and Lance could almost imagine a pair of puppy ears flattening against his head like a scolded mutt. A smile spread across his face as he glanced back at Keith's dad, who was already walking away after admonishing his son.

Meanwhile, Shiro was massaging his forehead. "Come on, guys, there's no reason to act childish."

"I'm not!" Keith pouted. "I mean, if Lance doesn't want to watch he can just go to sleep or something."

Lance's hair bristled as he turned on Keith again. "Well excuse me for wanting to hang out and do something actually fun. Too bad I forgot Acxa inherited all the fun from your dad."

"You fucking—!"

"Hey! Guys, no fighting please!" Hunk interjected, and because it was Hunk, they managed to turn away from each other, though Keith couldn't seem to resist one last jab.

"Whatever. Why're you so moody? It's like you forgot to take your heat suppressants or something."

Lance's spine froze, and for a brief moment he thought back to his morning routine, where he had rushed to prepare for their hangout and may or may not have left his suppressants on the counter without taking them...like hell he was going to let Keith know he was right, though.

He tucked himself into the corner of the couch, arms wrapped around his sides, and turned away from the TV screen.

Keith's dad was still in the other room watching them, though it almost looked like his eyes were on Lance specifically.