Something Sensational (Klance Voltron Fanfic) (Keith x Lance)

Chapter 5

Lance woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the warmth of what at first, he thought was the sunlight. Before opening his eyes he furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did he feel so warm, soft and cozy? It wasn't how he should have felt after sleeping in the rain all night. He opened his eyes slowly to take in his surroundings and that's when he noticed he was on someone's couch and wearing clothes that were most certainly not his. Lance sat up quickly, startled to find himself in this situation. Then the realization dawned on him that this was Keith's place. The foggy state of his mind after just waking up, soon cleared and then he began to replay the memories of what happened last night.

Lance pulled is knees to his chest as he recalled the stubborn determined look on Keith's face when he was trying to convince him to come out from under the tree. He remembered how awkward he felt invading Keith's apartment, even though the other boy had practically dragged him there. He remembered opening the bathroom door after his shower to pick up the clothes Keith had left for him. He remembered how badly he had wanted to make a joke or tease Keith about getting to wear his underwear, and how he held back because he still felt so out of place in Keith's space. He remembered the way he had opened up to Keith about his past. Lance felt a light dusting of blush across his cheeks as he remembered how gentle Keith's calloused fingers were as they carefully brushed away his tears.

Lance let out a small whine as he flopped back down on the couch and covered his now red face with both of his hands. He didn't understand how such a small thing could make him feel this way. It wasn't like Lance hadn't interacted with attractive people before, and he was far from inexperienced when it came to the more intimate side of those interactions. Lance had been around the block, all they way down the street and even to the more risqué parts of town...and yet; Lance could honestly say that having Keith brush away his tears was the most intimate thing he had ever experienced.

'This is bad.' Lance thought to himself. 'I'm starting to get attached. I know better than anyone how this ends. I need to draw the line...or...we'll both end up getting hurt.' Lance didn't want to be the reason anyone was hurt; but for some reason just the thought of being the one to hurt Keith, made Lance sick to his stomach. He also knew deep down that if Keith was the one to hurt him, it would probably cut so deep that the recovery time would be insurmountable.

Lance sighed and decided to set those thoughts aside. He wouldn't deal with the 'what ifs' right now. There were nicer things to be thinking about, like breakfast for example. Lance hadn't heard a sound from Keith's room so he assumed the other boy was still asleep. He smiled to himself as he got off the couch and went into the kitchen. Since Keith obviously lived alone, Lance figured that he hadn't had anyone cook him breakfast in a while. What better way to show Keith he appreciated everything he had done for him, than with a nice homemade breakfast.

Lance wasn't sure how Keith would feel about him going through his kitchen cabinets but he was too set on his idea to change his mind now. 'After all who could be mad about pancakes?' Lance thought to himself as he quietly opened the cabinets and drawers to see if Keith had everything he needed. After gathering the ingredients and utensils, Lance got to work, making sure to be as quiet as possible so that he didn't wake up Keith. It had been a while since Lance had had the opportunity to cook in an actual kitchen and he hadn't realized how much he had missed being able too. Lance smiled to himself as he finished mixing the pancake batter and started slicing some of the fruit from the fruit bowl on Keith's kitchen counter. This would be good. Lance would make breakfast, they would eat, Lance would change clothes and then he and Keith would part ways. Lance would always be able to look back on his time with Keith with fondness, as he did with his other dear memories.