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

Chapter 7

After blowing Keith a kiss, Lance quickly turned to walk down the path. Mostly in an attempt to hide the fact that the act had made him blush. Getting Keith flustered would have been more fun if at times it didn't leave Lance feeling equally as embarrassed. The blue eyed boy loved flirting because it added a fun and interesting dynamic to the conversations he had with the people he met. There was something different about flirting with Keith though. His reactions were different every time. Sometimes Keith would get flustered, like just now. Other times he would roll his eyes and brush it off like Lance had never said anything in the first place. Then there were the times when Keith would get a cocky smirk on his face, the kind that made Lance weak in the knees, before he would acknowledge Lance's flirting with an equally flirtatious comment. All of these reactions did things to Lance that he wasn't ready to feel or experience.

When Lance heard the sound of Keith's bike start to disappear into the distance he turned his head to watch him go. He couldn't deny that Keith was attractive and watching him on his motorcycle only increased that fact. Maybe it was the fingerless leather riding gloves Keith wore, which Lance had briefly wondered how they would feel against his skin if Keith were to touch him while he was still wearing them. Lance of course forced that thought out of his head as soon as he had finished thinking it. He was having a hard enough time trying to figure out how to interact with Keith as it was. The last thing Lance needed was a sexual fantasy or two too complicate things even further.

Maybe it was the reckless 'need for speed' attitude. The media did like to portray the bad boy trope as being a pretty big turn on; and Lance would be lying if he said he didn't understand the appeal. Maybe it was how free Keith looked while riding his bike. Lance had never been on a motorcycle until he met Keith. It had been a little terrifying for Lance but while he was holding onto Keith for dear life, Lance could feel that there was no tension in Keith's body. He was relaxed and look like he felt as free as a bird, flying down the streets of the town. Or maybe it was just as simple as Lance having a thing for guys on motorcycles in general. It didn't have to be a Keith thing...although...

Lance had a hunch that it probably was, in fact, a Keith thing.

Once he could no longer see the other boy, Lance continued to walk down the park path. As he walked he kicked a few of the rocks on the path in frustration. 'What is wrong with me? Calling myself Mrs. Mullet Boy, blowing him kisses...agreeing to stay. He probably thinks I'm a complete space case or a total goofball after everything that's happened. I don't understand why he's so insistent on wanting to keep me around and help me. And I really don't understand why I'm letting him. Maybe it's because...I mean...is it really so wrong to want to have a place that feels like home? Even...if it's only temporary.' Lance thought to himself before sighing. He then noticed the park map sign so he stopped to see which way he had to go to get to the paddle boat pond. '...it has to be temporary...I can't let whatever this thing is go any further than it already has.'

It had been so much, so fast with Keith. As much as Lance wanted to explore what was happening between them, he wasn't sure he was ready for something that felt so real and substantial. Regardless of the amount of time they had spent together, Lance knew that Keith already had enough of an effect on him that it would be all too easy to have his heart broken. Lance had met a lot of people in his travels but only a few of them had made a real impact on him...yet it was not nearly the same way Keith had. If he wasn't going to draw the line, then he would need to at least keep a healthy dose of space between them. If he brought back more of the bicker and banter and tried to flirt without actually flirting, Lance felt that that would be the best way to keep things light and easy between them. Keith may have knocked down part of Lance's wall but that didn't mean the blue eyed boy couldn't build a fence to patch that gap in the mean time.