Klance Oneshots [Smut]

No Underwear AU

The Castle of Lions was big and boring as usual. No attacks were happening and Allura was off with Coran, so no team building exercises. They were parked next to a blistering sun, so they were all drenched in sweat. The hot liquid made the room humid and horrid to be in.

"When can we move away from that damn thing?" Keith's head was leaned back, sweat dripping off his chin, making his black shirt stick to his toned muscles.

Lance didn't like Keith's attitude. But if he was may different, he wouldn't be Keith. Lance gazed at the pale boy with azure eyes. His white skin that looked as smooth as silk. His sweat-drenched hair that tangled in all sorts of directions instead of its usual tidy mullet. If Lance was honest, which he usually isn't, he would admit that he thought Keith was hot. But he wouldn't. Not even to himself.

His sharp jaw clenched. Irresistible, Lance thought. As he desperately held back the urge to lick it. To trail his tongue along the wet, hot skin.

What the heck did I just think?! Lance shook his head as if to physically shake the thought from him. No way. He didn't think Keith was hot. He didn't fight the urge to kiss his pink lips and keep him all for himself. He didn't want to rip his shirt off and admire his abs and toned biceps for as long as he lived. He didn't.

He snapped out of his thoughts as a noise cut through the air. "You okay there bud?" Keith snorted, a playful smirk danced on his plump lips. Lance felt a tingling warmth rise to his cheeks. Like he'd just stuck his head in a pizza oven.

"I want pizza!" He yelled as the thought crossed his mind. He leaned back into Coran's light grey couch.

Keith furrowed a brow as Pidge smirked.

"Wanna play a game?" Pidge asked, her smirk growing as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Depends." Keith leaned his sharp chin on his perfect hand as a drip of liquid stained the collar of his shirt. Even the way he gazed at the group made Lance's heart do somersaults as the violet orbs landed on him. Did he even know what kind of spell he was casting on Lance's heartstrings? Like his fist simply ripped into his chest and pulled at the threads without even knowing.

Lance frowned. How dare he play with me. He's doing this on purpose.

"Okay," Hunk said reluctantly.

"What kind?" Lance's voice shook as he tried to ignore the fire encaged in his ribs. The red paladin chuckled an angelic laugh at the crack and Lance blushed.

"Why you little--"

"Truth or Dare, you twit." Pidge interrupted.

"Okay, I'm in," Lance sighed. Closing his eyes and resting his shoulders.

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Lance's tanned skin was drenched with sweat. His blue shirt stuck to his pecs, the sleeves rolled up to his biceps revealing toned forearms. Keith would admit it, Lance was so sexy when he was hot and bothered. Heck. He would even say it aloud.

Lance had changed into short-shorts, his sun-kissed thighs clearly visible. Keith was sick of long pants, especially in this hot weather. But he didn't have any shorts.

"I'll be right back, " Keith stood up, the heat hit him altogether. It was hotter where his head was, sticking his mullet to his neck.

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Keith tied his mullet up and borrowed some shorts from Shiro. He was uncomfortable with the ridiculously short length, but in the end, he didn't care. It was too damn hot.

When he arrived into the lounge once more, Lance was arguing with Pidge who was just grinning. They both looked at Keith as he made his way to the couch, Lance's face stained a deep red. Pidge's cheeks were painted pink from the heat, that must be the case with Lance.