flower boy - klance

fifteen

keith listened to lance explain their superior bond. it didn't make sense to keith, but it made sense to the part of him that has lived a thousand times before.

"does that make sense to you?" lance asked, shifting nervously in keith's red armchair.

"kind of," keith said after a pause. "i'm... scared." he admitted.

lance nodded. "i can tell. i mean, i can feel it. being close to you, i can... i can feel how you feel."

"me too... you're very happy." keith said, smiling.

lance grinned. "i've been waiting for this my entire life."

keith's stomach swelled with emotion. "i-i'm not good with attention. or attachment. ne-neither of those things," he stammered, nervous and rambling. "i-i just... i-"

keith stopped, cut off by lance's lips. keith's eyes shot wide open, while lances stayed scrunched shut. it was awkward, but keith knew his lips belonged against lance's. it slowed down, keith closing his eyes and moving to the rhythm lance was drumming into his heart.

lance pulled away, his face a wild dark red. keith's face matched in a lighter pink.

"i-i can't help but feel," lance said quietly, leaning closer and taking keith's hand. "that this is where i've needed to be my entire life."

keith's heart slammed against his chest. he smiled.

"me too."