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Major time skip bc I'm big lazy uwu
Christmas with the McClains!

"¡Hola mamá!" Lance grins, talking to his mother over the phone.

"Marco, why do you have Lance's phone?"

"Mamá it's me, Lance." Lance laughs.

"¡Dios mío! ¿Cómo estás hijo?"

"Muy bien Mamá, y tu?"

"¡Bien! Te extraño hijo."

"I miss you too Mamá."

"You're coming to see me right?"

"¡Sí, por supuesto!"

"Good! And Marco?"

"Yes mamá. Is it alright if I bring someone home?"

"A boy? A girl?"

"A boy mamá. His name is Keith."

"Of course you can bring him hijo."

"Thank you mamá."

"Don't thank me, I want to meet this boy."

"Okay, you will. I've got to tell him and get packed." Lance smiles.

"Okay hijo, be safe!"

"I will mamá."

"Te quiero."

"Te quiero también. Bye mamá." Lance ends the call, setting the phone down.

"What was all that?" Keith asks.

"I was calling my mamá while you were taking a hundred years in the shower."

"Mm and?"

"She wants you to come over to celebrate the holidays."

"Really?" Keith asks, drying his hair with one hand. Muscles rippling under the taught skin.

"God put a shirt on." Lance huffs, cheeks flushed.

"You enjoy it any other time." Keith chuckles tossing the damp towel into his clothes hamper.

"Shut up."

Keith smiles and presses a kiss to Lance's lips. Lance chuckles, hands resting on Keith's chest.

Keith hums and cages Lance in with his arms. He presses soft kisses all around Lance's face before trailing down his neck.

"Pfft- don't get carried away mamá will kill me if I show up to her house covered with hickeys."

Keith smiles and pulls away from Lance's neck, leaning in close to his face. Eyes hooded, lips parted and barely touching Lance's. Warm breath fanning over Lance's lips.

He grabs a shirt from the bed and pulls away before Lance has the chance to kiss him.

"You ass." Lance whines.

"Te quiero~" Keith coos.

"I shouldn't have ever taught you Spanish." Lance huffs.

"Why? 'Cause now I know what you're saying when I'm- mmph!"

Lance surges forward, kissing Keith to get him to shut up.

"Shut the hell up." He growls low against Keith's lips, shoving him backwards to his desk.

Keith's eyes widen and he chuckles, stumbling backwards until his backside hits his desk. Holding back a grin so he can kiss Lance back.

Lance pulls away, a smirk on his face.