Slow dance with you

Why?

Keith woke up in his bed as he fought against himself to go back to sleep but something felt off. Warmth behind him and strong arms around his waist. He tensed immediately and heard a small groan behind him and saw the hands that gripped his shirt where tan.

It didn't stop him from relaxing though. It wasn't the first time someone's been in his bed but this felt different, it wasn't forced like he's remembered other times, it was welcoming and soothing yet desperate.

Keith turned around and looked seeing lances sleeping face as he was snoring softly through his mouth. He smiled a little at Lance but his smile disappeared noticing the tear stains down his tan face...

"Lance... Im so sorry..." Keith whispered. He didn't deserve what his father said, after everything...

Keith frowned and gulped slightly remembering what John said the night before and what Maria told him once. How that car crash... One of the twins where suppose to die. It wasn't Rachel.

Keith closed his eyes tightly as he gripped lances hand tightly, Lance was so much more than just some popular jock everyone pictures him to be. He's smart, fun, kind, but also he's hurting, Keith can see the doubt in himself in situations, but he's also loyal, especially to his family.

Lances snores faded and a moment later lances ocean blues opened and focused seeing Keith.

"Hi.." He mumbled sleepily burying his face into the pillow and Keith raised an eye brow.

"Come on, gotta get up," Keith sat up and poked his head but Lance whined swatting his hand away.

"No," he groaned into the pillow.

Keith narrowed his eyes looking unamused and poked his shoulder.

"I slept in enough already, and your not sleeping the day off," Keith said flatly.

"Why not?" Lance opened one eye looking at him.

"Because we both have jobs," Keith sighed looking at him.

"At least I do," he smirked and Lance sat up rubbing his eyes.

"I took off for a few days with father dearest in town," Lance yawned as he laid back down covering himself up.

Keith looked at him softly crossing his arms as he had on a black shirt and sweat pants while Lance kept his back to him in the bed.

"What your dad said last night wasn't right, no father should wish their kid dead," Keith sat back on the bed and Lance glanced over his shoulder and flopped back laying in Keiths lap with the blanket over them.

"Easy for you, your dad was a good man," Lance mumbled looking up at him as Keith frowned at him.

"There wasn't a time when your dad was?" Keith asked and Lance looked away.

"Not that I remember, mom taught me everything, my brothers and sister raised us mostly... Allura's uncle was the closest thing to a dad for me," he mumbled but felt Keith run his fingers through his hair gently. 

"What are you doing?" Lance looked up at him again curiously and Keith stopped.

"S-sorry," he covered his mouth shyly as he looked away blushing.

"Can we just stay here? I actually think it's nice, weird but nice," Lance sat up as the blanket fell off his shoulders as Lance didn't have a shirt on so he saw his bare shoulders and chest, Keith looked at him confused.

"You gotta go home lance, at some point," Keith sighed softly as Lance looked down.

"I know... thanks for letting me stay the night, see you at school man," Lance gulped getting up turning his back to him and Keiths eyes widen seeing a large scar covering most of lances back. It was sharp on the edges as some pink scarring looked like stars around the sides. Glass shards.

"How'd you get that?" Keith asked as Lance pulled his shirt over his head but looked at Keith confused.

"The scar? Oh I haven't thought about that in a while," lance chuckled softly as he grabbed his shoes walking out of the room.

"Is it from the accident?" He grabbed lances hand to stop him from avoiding the question.

"Yea," Lance looked at him pursing his lips.

"Lance sir your ass down boy," John snarled grabbing the boys shoulder but lance unbuckled seeing Rachel in the back seat as she was having a horrible panic attack.

"Rachel look at me sis," lance reached over the seat as he ignored John while his twin sister had tears in her eyes and fear on her face but her brothers voice made her look at him.

"H-he's going to fast!" Rachel wheezed as she couldn't breathe.

"Dad can you slow down please?" Lance asked quickly as he saw the alcohol bottle next to his father. He sped up instead.

"Dad your going to fast!" Rachel sobbed.

"Sit down you bitch!" John reached for lance again but his hand moved on the wheel and the whole car swirved off the road. Rachel screamed as the car slammed into a tree as the over heated engine made a small blast as it hit lance and he was thrown to the front of the car due to no restraints.

Lance crumbled to the ground as his head was pounding and everything was agonizing but he barely could keep his eyes open while everything around him seemed slow and his ears rung. But easily he picked out his sisters screams of his name while something warm trickled down his face as he saw red dripping on his shirt.

"Lance please stay awake! Dad! Dad do something! Papa please help!" Rachel screamed as he was frantically trying to get to lance as her nose was bleeding as well.

Lance wanted to cancel it all out as he let his eyes drift close and soon the noise stopped as well except hearing his sisters pleas and screams.

"Did it hurt?" Keith whispered looking at him worriedly.

"Honestly I think it did but I couldn't hear or feel anything really, I just knew I couldn't move but it was numb," Lance shrugged him off and Keith watched him.

"Are you okay?" Keith followed him but lance ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

"We'll see Monday won't we?" Lance swallowed a lump in his throat with a smile as he grabbed his shoes and keys as he walked out and close the door behind him.

Keith stood there with concern as he was left alone in his apartment. What were they? It felt sometimes real, or times like this when it was just a mission. But last night was a whole different story, when they kissed, the way lance looked at him. The way lance trusted him with it all.

Why him?