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

Chapter 6

The two boys finished their breakfast in silence. It wasn't awkward per se, it was just that neither boy knew what to say next. Lance was still trying to come to terms with the fact that not only had he not drawn the line between him and Keith, but he had also gone so far past where he would have drawn it that he couldn't even see it anymore. In his performances, Lance put himself out there. He was open, free and almost in your face. But, when it came to personal relationships Lance never got too close and he locked away the parts of himself that he knew would only lead to heartbreak. Spilling his guts to Keith the night before had left him feeling vulnerable and so emotionally raw that despite his need to put space between them, the thing Lance wanted most was comfort. Keith's invitation to stay was exactly what Lance needed in his heart, even though his brain was sounding the alarms to remind him this was a bad idea.

Keith, on the other hand, was still silent because he was too busy telling himself how stupid he was for not thinking this through. He wanted Lance to stay. He wanted it so bad that it almost physically hurt to think about Lance going anywhere else. But he was being too impulsive. It was one thing to let him stay the night because of bad weather, it was an entirely different thing to say he could stay for an undetermined amount of time. The two of them really didn't know anything about each other. Keith may have gotten more of a glimpse of what made Lance, Lance; but he had hardly an real reason to offer his home to someone who was basically a stranger. When Keith thought about last night and even this morning when Lance had been making breakfast, it didn't feel as abnormal as it would sound or look when acknowledged by a third party. It felt like that was how it was supposed to be. That was the feeling that propelled Keith's impulsiveness. That feeling was why he was still silent.

Both boys soon finished eating and that's when Keith had noticed the time on the clock near stove. Had it really gotten that late already?

"I have to start getting ready for work. I need to be at the station in an hour." Keith said as he started to get up from the table. He then went to pick up his plate but was stopped by Lance, who took his plate before Keith could touch it.

"I'll do the dishes, you go get ready for work." Lance said also standing up from the table while gathering the rest of the dishes.

"You sure? You cooked, I can do the dishes. It seems only fair." Keith said.

"Not a chance mullet boy." Lance said. His lips then quirked into that teasing smirk, that Keith couldn't decide if he loved or hated, before he spoke again. "After that sub par love confession, you just got yourself a little housewife. As Mrs. Mullet boy it's my job to take care of the dishes. Now run along honey and get ready for work. You don't want to be late do you?"

"Oh for the love of...It was not a love confession...ugh...I'm starting to think that there is no chance I will ever have a normal conversation with you." Keith sighed as he started to walk down the hall towards the bathroom so he could shower. After he finished and changed into his uniform he walked back out into the living room. He noticed that Lance had changed back into his outfit from the day before and had folded the clothes Keith had given him, which he placed on the end of the coffee table.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted me to do with your clothes." Lance said gesturing to the coffee table. He suddenly sounded unsure and apprehensive again. He was teasing and flirtatious before Keith had gotten into the shower and now he was back to doing that timid, shy thing he had done last night when they first got back to the apartment. If one thing was clear it was that the road to figuring Lance out had a lot of emotional detours.