I'm Yours And You're Mine

Part 2

"I promise you'll be okay, we just have to get out of here. I swear," he whispered to Keith.

Keith shivered when he felt Lance's breath on his face. He's so close sdsdghsahagjsdsdgj.

Lance took off his helmet and then took off Keith's helmet. Keith's hair spilled out, some of it fell into his face. Lance swept it to the side, so he could see Keith's face properly. He leaned in closer to get a good look at his face, it was a rare opportunity for him to be this up close, so he wanted to take in as many details as he could. He realized just how long Keith's eyelashes were, and just how smooth his skin was. How is his skin this good? He doesn't even use good skin care products. (yes I am implying that Lance has gone through some of Keith's stuff) His nose was so adorable, perfect for booping, Lance thought. He looked almost angelic in this state, his chest steadily rising and falling, if only he wasn't in pain. Lance's gaze made its way down to Keith's lips, and his heart skipped a beat because of you-know-what.

He quickly leaned back from embarrassment and averted his gaze, a slight blush spreading on his cheeks. Don't be a fucking creep, Lance, he told himself. He couldn't help but look back, because he was concerned about his shoulder injury, and who wouldn't take the perfect chance to stare at the person they're crushing on.

Lance had been quiet for quite a bit, and Keith was wondering what Lance was doing because he typically isn't quiet for this long? He could feel the Cuban boy shifting around underneath him, so something was up. He wanted to open his eyes and peek, but that would blow his cover.

He started to wonder how the rest of the team was, and if the mission was going well. "When you wake up you're probably gonna be so mad that I just ran away with you and dropped the mission," Lance said. Does this boy read minds? Oh fuck, did he read my mind? Laugh if you can read my mind. Lance didn't laugh, to Keith's relief. "You're gonna call me an idiot, and honestly? You're right, I am an idiot. An idiot who confessed his feelings to his crush that got hurt because of him. I don't deserve to have you as my friend, let alone as a- um, a," he paused, hesitant on using The Word, "a.. boy.. boyfriend."

Keith probably blushed, but he would have to open his eyes to see if he was, so he just hoped he wasn't. He said boyfriend?? He actually meant it when he said he thought he was in love with me???? Keith.exe has stopped working.

"Yeah. I don't deserve you," Lance said more firmly this time, "I don't deserve you, or Hunk, or Pidge, or Shiro, or Allura, or Coran. Nobody."

What is he saying? You deserve the world, dumbass.

"All I ever do is mess up, and annoy you guys. Like right now, I'm probably jeopardizing the entire mission by doing this. Why did I even say anything to you, you definitely don't like me b-"

Keith sat up and crashed his lips into Lance's. He gripped his face and desperately kissed him.

Keith- Keith kiSSED ME?! WAIT HOLY FUCK HE'S STILL KISSING ME! Lance's entire body tensed with shock and his eyes were wide with surprise. Keith broke away, and turned away sheepishly. Lance stared at him dumbfoundedly, he was too shocked to think or say anything.

"Uh, sorry..? I shouldn't have done that," Keith mumbled. He tried to stand up, although his attempts were feeble because of his shoulder. I ruined it, I ruined it, I ruined it, I ruined it, Keith repeated in his head.

Then Lance remembered that he existed, and his mind filled with thoughts once again. He acted on impulse, and grabbed Keith. He pulled him back in with a deep kiss. This time it was Keith's turn to be surprised. He tensed up at first, until he finally melted into it. For this one moment, Keith was distracted from the pain. He shifted his position and straddled Lance's legs, planting his hands in Lance's chestnut hair. The taller boy wrapped his arms around the other's waist, pulling him closer, and exploring his lower back with his hands. Keith pressed his lips against Lance's even harder, they were both desperate for more. Their chest armor made clicking sounds as they collided between the two, and they resented that there was another thing between each other.

Lance ducked his head down and kissed along Keith's jaw, littering the stretch of exposed skin with kisses. The hair from Keith's mullet tickled at his face, it smelled familiar, put he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The dark-haired boy nuzzled him, and then Lance suddenly remembered why his hair smelled familiar.

Lance sat up, "Did you use my conditioner?" Keith froze. He looked away.

".... Maybe," he said.

"Dork."

"Jerk." Keith stood up, his efforts slowed by the fact that he couldn't use his dominant arm to support him as he brought himself up. He acted as if he was only flustered by being caught using Lance's conditioner, but in fact, he had just fucking kissed his crush, and that was certainly something.

Lance smirked at Keith, whose back was to him, until he had that same realization. Lance drew his knees up to his chest and smiled stupidly behind his hands. He was trying to put his face into a neutral expression but this smile would not leave his face no matter how hard he tried. It took a lot of effort to maintain a cool expression, and once he was confident, he walked up to Keith. He grabbed their helmets.

He stood next to Keith, who jumped when he realized that Lance was to him. Lance handed him his helmet. Keith turned to him, their faces not far from each other. Their eye contact lingered. Then Keith abruptly put his helmet on. "We should get going," he said under his helmet.

"Yeah," Lance agreed.

Without another word, they went off to make their way back to their lions.