Operation: Time Out

~ Lance ~

In which two boys fight out their feels in an electric maze

His shout echoed in your ears.

As you watched him leap through the air at you, face twisted into an angry scowl, hands outstretched, you had the thought that maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have pushed him too hard. Especially after you realized that he wasn’t going to hit a wall. Shit, he was better at this mental mapping thing than you were. You felt your grin fall and your arms came down in front of you defensively.

Truth be told, you were still kind of hoping a wall would miraculously be there to save you.

“Oh shit-“ Was all you had time to mutter before Keith hit you.

His entire weight slammed into you, knocking you off balance. You fell backwards, arms automatically going around him as he went down with you. You made a sound halfway between a whine and a groan as he landed on top of you and forced the air out of your lungs. You cringed against the pain, but then laid back, resting your head on the ground. You let out a long, low groan, closing your eyes.

“Jesus fucking— Keith why are you so fat?” Your voice was hoarse and you still felt out of breath.

“I’m not fat.” He grumbled, propping himself up on his elbows to scowl down at you. And no, he certainly wasn’t. You had always known Keith wasn’t fat. Far from it. He was lean, his body chorded with lithe and defined muscles. He had a small waist, powerful arms, and you were pretty sure you’d spotted a six pack, or at least the makings of one, a few times when his shirt rode up. Godhe was anything but fat. He was just— just… fucking perfect.

And he was half laying on you, one leg lying alongside yours and his other knee pressed between your thighs.

That realization made the blood rush to your face. You were pretty sure your blush was just a permanent part of your face now.

You were so screwed.

“You sure about that?” You said, finally getting ahold of yourself. You got your hands between you and pushed lightly against his shoulders. He didn’t budge. “Maybe you should lay off the food goo, man.” You tried to push again, but he still didn’t move. If anything, he shifted so he was more on top of you. You swallowed hard. He was scowling, his brows knit together and his frown tilting his lips. He was too close for comfort. “I can’t even breathe, sweet quiznak, you’re heavy.”

“And you’re an ass.”

You snorted a small laugh, rolling your eyes and smirking at him. “I believe you mean to say that I have a nice ass.” You weren’t going to say anymore, but something strange happened with Keith’s expression. His frown suddenly turned sour, but you could see his eye twitch and the red rush up his face. You had never noticed before, probably due to that stupid mullet, but his ears turned red when he blushed. And that was just so… cute? It encouraged you to keep going. Your grin widened and you waggled your eyebrows. “Small and round and tight, just like the ladies—“

Your words were abruptly cut off as his hand came down over your mouth. You gazed up at him, eyes wide and one eyebrow raised questioningly. His blush was still firmly in place, but his frown had twitched into a small smirk, and the look around his eyes had softened into something that might have been amusement. “I told you I’d shut you up.”