It's Different There (Klance Alternate Reality AU)

Part 7

Lance dropped to the ground to avoid the pillow launching full force at his face, and reached over to the couch and pulled another pillow off. He smirked a little at Keith's comment before and stood back up while positioning his feet in a fighting stance, "oh it's on, mullet~" he cooed while mimicking Keith's tone.
He rushed towards Keith and started to 'brutally' beat him with the pillow.

"Ah! Shit!" Keith exclaimed, attempting to block the pillow being furiously shoved in his face repetitively . He grabbed another one nearby and used it as a temporary shield, pushing Lance backward and climbing on top of him to smother his face in pillow dust. He held the pillow over his head and swung it downward at Lance's face.
He laughed maniacally, trying to fight back against all of Lance's attacks. And for once, he could actually admit that he was having fun. In a childish way, but yes.

Lance gasped as he was shoved backwards, and only to get climbed upon and attacked with Keith's onslaughting pillows. He started laughing so hard tears that tears formed in his eyes as he attempted to push Keith away with his own pillow. Reaching up he grabbed Keith by the shoulders and rolled them both over so he was overtop now, with a triumphant grin he looked down at Keith. Holding a pillow above his head and getting ready to slam it into Keith's face.

"No! No, I surrender!" He shouted childishly, holding his hands out in front of him. " but only because in out of breath" he added with a smirk. He playfully pushed Lance off of him and sat up, running his fingers through his now very messy raven hair.

Lance smiled at his victory and plopped onto the floor next to Keith, and chuckled a little. Glancing over at Keith he watched as Keith threaded his fingers through his soft black hair. "Okay since I've won, you get to call me the Champion for the rest of the day," he said and folded his arms with a smug grin.

"What? Hell no." Keith denied, rolling over into his side and closing his eyes. "You ask too much. I can't pronounce that word" he teased, stretching his arms in the air like a yoga stretch. "I'm too tired to live", he sighed, letting his arms fall to his stomach and his eyes half open with bags underneath.

Lance made an offended gasp when Keith refused to call him 'Champion' and pouted a little. Seeing Keith laying comfortable, he grinned evilly. Scooting over by him he turned and then dramatically sighed, while laying on his back across Keith's stomach. Purposefully trying to squash him under his weight. "You know you're kinda soft.." he noted to himself.

"Pfft" he sputtered, turning that into a chuckle. "You think you're heavy? You're like a fucking feather." He said and teasingly wrapped his arms around Lance's torso, squeezing him. He didn't even realize how gay that would've looked if anyone were to walk in on them.

Lance stuck his bottom lip out at Keith's chuckle, pouting a little. Even though he found it really cute, and made him want to smile. Instead he made his cocky little smirk like he always did to cover his real emotions. "I guess being light is just one of the perks of being perfect," he mused. Then struggled to keep his heart from racing when Keith wrapped his arms around his torso. He didn't stop him though, he just let him hold him comfortably.
Around a minute later the door opened and both the Pidges' had shit-eating grins on their face and Hunk stood behind them with a giddy smile. "Soooo~ We got the ship's cameras working again," Pidge said with a grin and folded her arms. "Yeah I've never seen Pidge run so fast to another room," Hunk chuckled.
Lance's ears turned red with embarrassment and he jolted upright, "Pidge, I swear. If you recorded that-"
"What if I already did~?"