Red

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Keith's stitches had finally come out and he was safe to do things. He chambers out of bed and hastily gets dressed.

>>>Lance>>>

K: meet me at the coffee place
asap

L: uhh
okay?

Keith hitches a ride from Adam who is on his way out to work.

"You going on a date?" Adam teases.

"Yeah yeah." Keith hops out of the car while it's stopping. Slams the door behind him and rushes to the flower shop across the street. Cheesy, yes, but it was their 6 month and Keith wanted something special.

Lance was right, Keith was a closeted hopeless romantic. He loved to make the most of things.

He buys two roses and rushes back across the street. Nearly getting hit as he hops over the curb.

He takes a seat and waits for Lance. Leg bouncing, fingers tapping against the table.

"This seat taken?" A familiar voice asks.

Keith chuckles and looks up.

"Not at all."

"Surely a man like you wouldn't be here all alone."

"Mm I'm not now that you're here." Keith smiles.

"How sweet." Lance snorts, sitting down. He reaches across the table and takes Keith's hands.

"6 months and hopefully many more to go." Keith whispers, pulling his hands away so he can hand Lance the roses sat in his lap.

"See! You are a hopeless romantic!" Lance laughs.

"Yeah yeah. You feelin' better since last time I saw you?"

"Mhm, thighs a bit sore from my shot though."

"Want me to kiss it better." Keith teases.

Lance's face immediately turns red and he tries to hide it.

"Maybe later." Lance mumbles under his breath.

"Hmm?"

"I said let's get coffee!" Lance squeaks from behind his hands.

"I'll get it. Cafe con leche?"

"Yeah, thank you." Lance smiles.

Keith orders his and Lance's regulars as well as a couple cookies.

He grab the things off the counter and heads back to the table.

"Here you go babe." Keith hands Lance the coffee, taking a seat.

"Thanks cariño."

They chat idly for an hour before they decide to go to Keith's.

"So what uh- what do you wanna do?" Keith asks, lounging on the couch. Lance sitting with his legs resting over Keith's thighs.

"Netflix?"

"Mary and the witch's flower?" Keith tilts his head.

"Sure." Lance smiles.

Halfway through the movie Lance had made his way closer to Keith. Head tucked in the crook of his neck. Keith's arm wrapped around his waist, hand wresting on his thigh.

Lance presses butterfly kisses up Keith's neck. Light and feathery until he reaches Keith's lips.

"Mm what are you doin'?" Keith drawls.