Don't Come Down// Klance

And Won't Come Down

"Keith you idiot." Lance said, ruffling Keith's hair to mess it up.

"Hey! It takes forever for me to get my hair to look like this!" Keith complained, swatting Lance's hands away.

"What? Like a stupid mess?" Lance said, continuing to mess it up, running his hands through it and dragging Keith's bangs down his face to cover his eyes. Keith just sat there on his bed, frowning at Lance, hardly seeing him through his dark, messy hair. Lance started to laugh hysterically. "You look great! Hold on." Lance grabbed his phone from the dresser and quickly opened the camera app, snapping a photo of Keith.

"Hey! Did you just take a picture?" Keith demanded, brushing his hair back over his forehead, straightening it back out for the most part.

"Yup." Lance said showing Keith the screen with Keith's stupid face on it.

"I'm deleting it." Keith said, reaching for the phone but Lance stood up and backed away.

"No way! This is blackmail. I'm going to use this against you later." Keith stood too.

"Lance McClain don't you dare."

"Try and stop me Keith."  Keith half glared at Lance as they began to circle each other around Lance's room and before Lance could react fast enough, Keith tackled him to the ground and grabbed his phone as he sat on Lance's stomach.

"Ha!" Keith shouted, deleting the photo with a triumphant smile before looking down at Lance. "It's gone."

"Alright, alright Keith now can you get off of me please." Lance said, rolling his eyes at the boy above him. Keith blushed.

"Oh yeah, sorry." Keith stood and held out his hand to Lance who took it. Keith helped pull him up off of the ground and when he was finally standing, Keith tried to let go of Lance's hand but he wouldn't let him.

"I told you you'd have fun here with me." Lance said, a stupid grin on his face. Keith rolled his eyes. "I'm a fun person." Lance leaned in and kissed Keith's cheek and Keith stared at him in complete surprise.

"Lance?" Keith said, his breath catching in his throat.

"Oh shut up Kogane." Lance said before he leaned in and kissed him, his left hand on Keith's cheek. Keith dropped Lance's phone and it fell to the carpet with a thud. "That better not be broken Keith." Lance murmured. "Now are you going to kiss me or not?" Lance said, cupping his face in his hands.

"Yes." Keith breathed out. Lance smiled and leaned back in.

Keith woke with a start, clutching at his chest where his heart was beating rapidly. He looked around wildly toward Lance's bed where Lance was still fast asleep and then at the digital clock on Lance's nightstand. It was 2:36 in the morning and Keith heaved a sigh of relief. Everything had been a dream. It was all just a dream. In a couple of hours it would be Thanksgiving and in two days they'd be back at the Garrison.

Keith collapsed back onto his pile of blankets and pillows on Lance's bedroom floor. Something similar to his dream had just happened several hours ago but Lance actually deleted the picture himself instead of making Keith fight him for his phone. Had Keith's subconscious concocted up this scenario just to fuck with him? If it had, Keith was pretty pissed off about it.

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"Lance!" Lance paused his conversation with Keith and looked towards his mom. "Pregúntale a tu novio si quiere más tamales." She said, hefting up the plate to show him while the rest of Lance's family laughed.

"¡Mamá!" Lance groaned, blushing red. "El no es mi novio. No digas cosas así." Lance looked back at Keith sheepishly. "Do you want more tamales?" Keith shrugged.