A Secret Crush

Scars

Trigger Warning! This chapter features self harm. If you are triggered by this, then proceed with caution.

Lance was sitting on his bed reading. Yeah. Lance reads. Deal with it. Well he's trying to read anyways, but something (more like someone) was distracting his thoughts.

He wanted to be with Keith. A dull pain was constant in his chest whenever he was away from the red paladin.

Lance couldn't stop thinking about how Keith walked away to take a shower earlier. The way he swayed his hips back and forth... it made him want to grab Keith by them and kiss him to death.

That mullet did that on purpose... Lance thought blushing harder as he thought about it.  Thinking about how Keith knows exactly how to push his buttons and how to make him feel better. He scowled to himself and looked at the clock. Keith had to of been out of his shower by now, it's been thirty minutes.

With this knowledge, Lance hurried out of his bed to go out of his room and into Keith's. He just wanted to see him at least.

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Keith had just gotten out of the shower and was sitting on his bed shirtless. He traced circles on his stomach as he thought about things.

Lance, him being Galra, Lance. His face burned as he thought about Lance's eyes checking him out earlier. Maybe he shouldn't have walked away like that... he snickered to himself.

He's probably scowling to himself that he's thinking about it right now... he thought about that adorable scowl that Lance does when he's having an internal battle. Keith bit his lower lip and breathed loudly. What has Lance done to him?

Then there was a knocking on his door. "Who is it?"

"Guess Kitten."

LANCE! Shit! I don't have a shirt on! Keith scrambled out of his bed and landed next to his dresser. He pulled open a drawer and it only had his boxers in it. Damnit! Wrong one!

"What are you doing?" Lance asked as he leaned against the open door frame.

Keith froze and slowly turned to look at Lance, whom stalked over to him slowly, "Were you trying to put a shirt on?" He asked daringly.

Keith shook his head, "No what are you talking about?" He questioned while standing up, kicking the open drawer closed.

Lance came closer, narrowing the distance between them step by step. Keith subconsciously crossed his arms in front of his bare chest.

"I think you were..." Lance said, sparing a quick glance over Keith's naked torso.

Keith didn't miss this look from Lance and blushed profusely. He didn't protest this time.

Lance grabbed Keith's hips and pressed the boy against his dresser. All Keith could do was look into Lance's eyes and notice how close their lips were.

Keith leaned in and kissed Lance quickly before pulling away to see his reaction. Lance wanted more and tried to lean in but Keith turned his head so all Lance would get was kissing Keith's cheek.

Lance groaned in protest as he grabbed Keith's chin and made the boy face him. Keith was smirking and Lance got pissed at this.

"I'm going to kiss that smirk off of your face mullet." Lance growled.

Keith only put his hands on Lance's chest and leaned in for the kiss. This time it was more passionate and loving. Keith had been putting lip balm on so he was glad his lips were soft.

Lance nipped at Keith's bottom lip making Keith gasp in surprise. Then Lance stuck his tongue into Keith's mouth.

Keith's eyes shot open as he felt Lance's tongue in his mouth. He didn't know what the hell to do! Keith fluttered his eyes closed as he started to use his tongue too. Before he could stop it, a low groan escaped from Keith's chest as he started to pur.

Lance pulled away and started kissing down Keith's jaw and neck. Keith leaned into the kisses and as Lance found Keith's sweet spot he nipped at the skin.

Keith gasped again and gripped onto Lance's shirt. Lance smiled and traced his lips down to Keith's chest and back up the other side of his neck.

Chills went up Keith's spine as Lance did this. He moaned leaning into Lance's every move. Damn... he knows what he's doing...

Lance then goes back to Keith's lip and interlocks them. There lips moved in sync as they made out. Lance pulled away and traced his hands up from Keith's hips up his stomach, up his chest, to his shoulder and down to Keith's hands.

He looked into Keith's dazed eyes as he ran his thumbs over Keith's palms. As he started rubbing Keith's wrists he noticed the ridges.

Lance's brow furrowed as he looked at the intentional scars on Keith's wrists. They were old, but still there.

"I fell into a huge spiral of thoughts and emotions after my dad died." Keith answered. Looking down at Lance's hands.

Lance brought the scared lips to his lips and tenderly kissed them, "They are scars that show you that you got through it." Lance reassured.

Keith smiled sweetly at Lance and nodded, "Thank you."