Keith x lance (one shots)

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The team sat in the lounge after a painful mission, they were victorious of course but slumped in their seats groaning with ice packs on body parts and drinking smoothies to ease themselves. Keith, flopped on his side and curled up in a ball and went to sleep, ignoring everyone telling him to go to bed.

Allura had come to join them but there was no space for her to sit thanks to Keith now spread eagle on the couch.
"Keith, either move over or go to bed." She spoke.

"You could always sit here princess." Lance said as he patted his lap.
She rolled her eyes and kicked Keith's legs.
"Keith. Move at once."
He groaned and crawled a foot down the couch and balled up again, his head now closer to lances leg, who which didn't move.

After a few hours half of them had left to do other things. Keith, lance, and pidge were still sitting and sleeping in the lounge. Keith had spread out again in his deep sleep and started seeking out for heat, lance was still next to him.
Keith felt Lance's leg and moved his head to rest on him. Lance was visibly shaken by this and pidge was holding back her laughter.
"Pidge help, do something." He whisper yells.

"Just move him."

"No he's always so cranky when he wakes up, if he wakes up from this position he'll hit me."

"Or maybe he will kiss you." She smiled. Lance blushed bright red, "eww that's not funny pidge."
Lance tried his best to pick him up and move out from under his head, with every move he held his breath, eventually he made it out and then tried to wake up the hothead paladin.
"Hey, Keith come on, let's get you to bed." Lance held his shoulder and shook it.
With a groan his purple eyes opened and looked up to lance, his bangs sweep over his face as he moves causing him to blink.

"Come on buddy, the couch can't be that comfy."
Keith groans again and slowly gets up. Lance patted his back and led him to his room.
They get to Keith's room, lance noticed how clean and tidy it was. He helped him to bed and made his way to leave.
"Lance."

"Yeah?"

"Could, could you stay, and lay with me?" His face was slightly tinted as he looked down. Lance blushed brighter before speaking, "wow you must be tired to say something like that. I'll just let you sleep."

"No. Please, I get really cold at night, and, you're really warm."
Lance continued to blush as he thought about it, sleeping in the same bed with a guy, with Keith. That made his skin crawl. Sure Keith was a good looking guy, lance couldn't argue with that, and lance would flirt with anything with a heartbeat, but Keith. Nope no way, the total hothead smart ass know it all, who always had to pick a fight with him and win every time. It was a no brainier that lance and Keith were rivals, comrades maybe but not friends.

The situation in front of him right now, is that his rival wants to share a bed because he's cold and wants his Cuban warmth.
Lance looks to Keith, who with sleepy eyes also held another emotion lance just couldn't grasp, but it made a ping in his heart and he slowly Made his way to the bed.
He laid on his back and Keith cuddled up on his chest with his hand resting over his heart. Keith tucked his head down to hide his smile and his hair brushed against lances nose; he caught a whiff of mint and a small smile crossed his lips. 

The next morning, Keith woke up first, he was still on lance and smiled brightly, his crush was sleeping in his bed with him. He pressed his lips to the sleeping boys cheek and made his way off the bed.
"Keith?" Lance rubbed his eyes and looked at him as he put on his jacket.

"Hey. Morning."

"Morning." He let out a yawn and sat up. "Did you touch my face or something?"

"N, no why?" He said blushing.