Random Klance Oneshots

Skater Boy

This is a chapter from a fic by my friend Keira (BlackAndRed2310) that I found cute.

When Lance had suggested they all go skating, Keith had thought it would be fun. He and Lance had been several times before  and he'd enjoyed it! Skating was fun!

Not when Hunk, Pidge and Shiro were involved though. They'd only been there for five minutes and it was a fucking nightmare. The journey there had been just as awful: Keith wasn't allowed to drive as he was too "fast and furious" so Lance drive instead. Hunk had shotgun leaving Keihh between Shiro and Pidge.

For such a tiny gremlin, Pidge had a huge personal space bubble. Any tiny intrusion meant being stabbed by ridiculously sharp elbows. Keith rubbed a couple of bruises on his shoulder and scowled, seriously considering retaliating. He certainly would have, if it wasn't for Shiro on his other side who definitely wouldn't be happy with it. If there was one thing that could stop Keith from punching the gremlin next to him, it was Shiro's dad-face.

"Right, we're here," Lance said, pulling into the car park of a huge centre.

The Castle of Lions: Home of America's Greatest Skate Team announced the poster on the side of the building. Lance stopped the car and the five of them tumbled out, chattering loudly. Lance walked over to Keith, skate bag hanging over one arm, and draped his other arm round the shorter boy's shoulders.

"Come on Mullet," he smiled.

It wasn't long before they were all ready. Lance had his own skates which fit perfectly, oh the perks of being the best skater in the state, whilst everyone else was roped with the boring black centre skates that had  different color toe stop and laces depending on the size.

Lance's own skates were white with rifts of blue dancing along the sides that caught the light and made him look like he was walking on water. Hunk's skates were the largest and therefore had neon yellow laces and toe stop. Shiro was next with purple, then Keith had red and Pidge's tiny feet ended up with green. It was time to skate.

Lance pushed himself onto the rink with ease, his movements as natural and fluid as walking. He glided along the floor with a relaxed, almost bored expression. As Keith watched him go, he was struck with how beautiful Lance looked like that. Then he stood up, nearly fell, and swore to himself that their next research activity for the project would be skydiving. He couldn't wait to see the look on Lance's face as he pushed him out of a plane.

Keith took to the rink next, not quite as incredibly, or as fluid as Lance but still quite well. He was well balanced and could move pretty easily, but literally nothing could compare to the way Lance was dancing around.

Shiro came into the rink next looking way too dad-like for his young age. He was going at a relatively slow pace, fighting the occasional wobble, in a standard position. Half-squatted and arms out, he even had the tip of his tongue sticking with effort.

Hunk was next, clinging to the wall and sliding along unsteadily. His hands gripped the support system like he was hanging off a chasm. His face was puckered in concentration and every time someone made eye contact with him, he'd smile painfully.

Pidge didn't even make it into the ring. She stood up and immediately fell flat on her face, before trying it a couple more times and ending up crawling to the door. Once in the ring, she stood up, clinging to the wall supports, and every two minutes, you'd hear a crash and an exclamation of "Oh fucking hell,"

After about ten minutes of dancing around, Lance drew up next to Keith who sighed, still skating round, and looked at him.

"You've been doing the same thing since forever babe," Lance sighed. "Try something new!"

"That is literally the opposite of what you said yesterday when Pidge took us to the hoverboarding centre for her part in the project," Keith retorted.

Lance scoffed and rolled his eyes. "That's different. Here, try doing this,"

He sped away from Keith and started doing some crazy sequence of spins and tricks, crunching down low and even jumping before landing gracefully in the centre of the ring. A random woman even applauded him.

"No," said Keith when Lance skated back over to him. "Fuck off."

Lance pouted. "At least go backwards," he said.

Keith rolled his eyes, but he was a ducker for Lance's pouty face.

"Fine," he groaned and allowed Lance to pull him over to the safety supports.

While over there, he noticed Pidge sitting on the seats outside, typing away on her laptop, no skates on her feet and munching on a donut. She looked up and made Eye contact with Keith before grinning wickedly and waving. Keith stuck his middle finger up at her.

By the end of their session, Shiro had finally managed to stand up straight and stick his tongue in. Hunk had manage to let go of the wall and skate two laps around fairly confidently without using the supports and Keith could skate slowly backwards without having to hold onto Lance's arm and Pidge had made her male sim have a baby, before "accidentally" drowning him in his own swimming pool.

Needless to say, all of them had come out of it with several bruises, even Lance, who had taken a nasty tumble trying to show off to Keith and beat a five year old girl in a race. He'd been going too fast to take the corner and had ended up going straight into the wall, head on. The five year old girl had won the race easily and Keith had nearly wet himself with laughter.

"Okay, Lance, I had my doubts, but that was a great idea," said Shiro, once they were all outside.

"I disagree," Pidge stated bluntly. "That was a fucking nightmare and I can't express how happy I am it's over."

Lance laughed, absentmindedly drumming his fingers on Keith's chest, as he had one arm around the shorter boy's shoulders.

"Keithy-kins enjoyed it, didn't you, mullet," Lance teased.

"Call me that again and I will stab you in the eye with the laces of your own skates until the laces come out of your ears," Keith deadpanned.

Lance blinked.

"Plus," grinned Keith evilly. "It's my turn to choose next,"

Lance gulped, for some reason feeling slightly nervous. Knowing Keith, whatever he'd picked out was going to be dangerous.