Talkative-Klance

Camping

{photo by Elentori}

Keith's heart shuddered in his chest.

He felt like he shouldn't have done that, but he had to play it casual. He liked Lance a lot. But he had to be calm.

Patience yields focus.

So, rather than attempting to get intimate with Lance again, he took the hint and decided to converse with Pidge instead, who's backpack was bulging with Balmeran tech.

She waddled down the dirt path, clicking away at her glowing altean device, trying to pick up radio waves from the Balmera, making sure it was just as healthy as the last time they had visited.

Keith walked on Pidge's left while Lance took the right, using the dwarf as a barrier for their awkward little...thing.

Then, out of the darkness, something big blue and furry cane yeeting right at them, crashing into Keith and pinning him. Lance immediately drew his sword out, holding it for attack.

A SWORD?! Since when did Lance get equipped with an effing SWORD?!

But alas, it was no monster or alien come to attack, it was just Yorak, Keith's beloved space wolf. He giggled as the dog licked his face, his big, gross vibrant blue tongue lapping at his rosy cheeks.

"Y-Yorak! Stop, no more kisses, please!
Haha!" He laughed, trying to get his wolf to slow down. So he did.

The wolf stopped licking and plopped himself down on Keith's gut, making Keith let out a deafening "OOF" before sputtering and laughing.

Lance's cheeks went pink. Cute.

Yorak yawned, rolling off of his dad and bounding around in the dirt like a happy baby deer, leaping up and landing down, wanting to play.

Keith grinned and stood up. "Alright then. You wanna go? Let's go." He grinned.

"Watch this Lance, he's so cool." Keith said, swinging himself on top of the wolf and holding on like he was riding a horse. Yorak got ready before bursting off, running around with Keith on his back, teleporting up and down with him.

It was admittedly a fun game between dog and owner, and one they probably mastered while stuck on the whalien, but it was fun as hell.

Yorak skidded to a stop in front of Lance and shook the dirt out of his fur, Keith falling off his dog and landing down.

"Christ almighty that dog is fast..phew." He panted, attempting to get up.

Lance stuck his hand out. Keith blushed and took it.

Lance pulled him up and wrapped his other arm around Keith's waist, supporting his back as he pulled him up.

Lance bit his lip, but quickly stopped, remembering what Keith said

"Don't bite them, then they won't be soft." His words echoed through Lance's empty head.

Keith blushed, gazing at Lances eyes. They were filled with the Stars from above now that night had fallen, and Keith couldn't get enough of their glazed look.

They looked like glass marbles. Beautiful, bright blue glass marbles that reflected the equally gorgeous universe above.

Keith was at a loss for words. How could one man be so stunningly beautiful?

Pidge cleared her throat.

"Ahem. If you two are done with your bonding moment, I can tell that dinners ready, and if you two don't hurry, Yorak will eat it." She said, tapping away at her device.