Voltron Oneshots (Klance), by moongirlel ✔️

Acting Isn't Always Good

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"Paladins, meet in the lounge room. Now!" Shiro's voice echoed around the castle walls. And from his tone, he was annoyed.

The red and blue paladins were 'training', in the training deck.

The Cuban had Keith pinned up against the wall. Both of them practically shoving their tongues down each others throat.

"Lance-" Keith started, but was stopped by Lance attacking him in another kiss. He tugged on his brown locks and broke the kiss, "Lance. We need to go."

The taller boy groaned in frustration, letting go of Keith's leg and placing him down. "Fine. You're no fun sometimes, I hope you know that."

"I came in here to train, Lance. Not to feel your tongue halfway down my own throat." The ravenette said, wiping his mouth. Rolling his eyes, he starting walking to the lounge with Lance on his tail.

"You like it though."

"What?" Keith raised his eyebrow suspiciously, at Lance.

"Me, making out with you, out of nowhere." Lance wiggled his eyebrows in return, while also hand gesturing a gun under his chin.

A small scoffing sound slipped from Keith's mouth. Causing Lance to playfully hit his arm, as they entered the room.

"Hey, guys." Lance smiled at Hunk and Pidge. He was about to greet the others, but stopped when he seen their angry faces looking at him and Keith. "Uh... Is something wrong?"

Shiro shook his head in disappointed and crossed his arms across his chest. "Yeah, it's great training that you two have been doing lately. Isn't it?"

Keith bit the inside of his mouth, "We do train."

"So making out is now training to you two?!" Shiro threw his hands in the air. He stormed towards Keith and poked a finger in his chest. "You're supposed to be a Paladin of Voltron. Training is certainly not... Hanging out with Lance twenty-four-seven!"

"Well, excuse you. But if you expect me to work with people who don't respect who I spend most off my time with, then I may as well just leave." Keith snapped at him, narrowing his eyes in defense. "Some teammate you are."
And with that Keith turned on his heels and took his pissed-off attitude down the hallway.

"Shiro, come on! Being alone with Keith, is just as hard as being around him and you guys! He hasn't even confessed his feels yet! And you giving him shit, isn't going to help either!"

"I-I think we should all go into the kitchen, get food and have a slumber-party. Who's in?" Hunk asked, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

Everyone blinked blankly at Hunk. "O-or not..." Hunk quickly added, lowering his hands.

"I think that's exactly what we need right now. A great team bonding exercise!" Allura exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I'll go get some alcohol."

Allura skipped out off the room, followed by a panicking Coran. "P-princess, I don't think alcohol is an appropriate drink for the paladins!"

Lance gave Shiro a revolting look and left to get Keith. Hunk, Pidge and Romelle went to get food. Leaving Shiro to fix the pillows and blankets into bundles for each paladin.

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After an hour of playing truth or dare, spin the bottle and twister. All of the paladin's had at least one drink of Nunvil in them, some... More than others.

The red paladin was grinding down on Lance's lap, both in (yet again) another deep make out session.

Lance's hands where up the back of Keith's top, almost massaging his back. His back was up against the sofa, with a couple of pillows behind his back.

"Should we stop them?" Pidge asked from across the room, nodding her head towards Lance and Keith.

"Let them be. We never know how long we have with our loved ones, this is war we are in after all." Allura stopped Shiro with her hand and pushed him back down onto his seat. "Leave them be, Shiro. They're not doing anyone any harm."

"They are making disturbing noises..." Romelle cringed slightly, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Lets face it, we all want to be in their position right now." Allura stated, swirling her drink around in her cup.

"I'm not quite sure about that, Princess. Maybe you've had enough Nunvil for tonight." Coran smiled, placing all of their drinks on a tray and bringing it to the kitchen.

"It's weird how they got together, it only feels like yesterday when Keith and Lance were 'neck and neck'." Pidge studied the couple, quickly looking away just as Lance kissed and sucked at Keith's jawline.

Shiro coughed loudly, catching everyone's attention. "I think we should all go to bed now, wouldn't you think so, Princess?"

Allura nodded.

The paladins got up and left for their room, except Shiro, Lance and Keith.

Shiro groaned in annoyance and tapped the blue paladins shoulder. "Come on you two. And I don't wanna hear you either tonight."

Keith clung onto Lance while he stood up; wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala. He let his head fall, and the taller boy carry him to their room.

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30 minutes had pasted, and the boys were already snuggling up to each other under the purple covers.

"Lance?"

"Hm?"

"If I-I wasn't drunk, I'd probably not say thi-s~ But you have fuckin' beautiful eyes~ A-and I would definitely would have sex with you ever night~ Because your soooo hawtttt~" Keith sat up and smiled down at the Cuban.

The blue paladin, rolled over on his left side, facing away from Keith.

"L-lance...?" Keith's tone was childish, but in a disappointed way.

"Keith, you're drunk. Go to sleep." Lance placed his hand under his head, closing his eyes.

"No I'm not~ You're just not appreciating what I'm sayin'." Keith set his chin on Lance's arm, "You're pwetty~"

"Keith, I know for a fact that you're only saying this because you're drunk."
"Lance~ I'm not-tt~" Keith's hand slipped down Lance's chest to the draw-strings of his Pj's. "I want you~" He loosened the knout and started pulling Lance's bottoms down.

Lance gasp and go out of the bed, faster than lightning. He franticly re-tied his bottoms.

Sighing his sat on the side of the bed.

"Lance?"

"What?"

"You're mad with me, aren't you..."

Lance took a deep breath, hand covering his forehead as he lead on it. "I think I'll sleep in my old room tonight..." He got up, causing Keith to grab his hand.

"No, no, no... Please, I won't do it again..." Keith said in a panic.

"Keith, I can't trust you in this state... You're drunk as fuck..."

"What's so wrong about be opening up my feelings for you now?"

"Because... Because..." Lance grinded his teeth together, trying to find the right words.

Keith kept his hopeless gaze of the poor boy, awaiting his answer. "Am I not giving you enough love?"

"What?! No! It's just that, you're drunk... A-and..."

"And what?"

"And nothing you're saying is true! Because the Keith I know wouldn't be this open! He hates the word love!"

Lance tugged his arm away from Keith and walked to the door, "And my Keith, sober Keith, certainly wouldn't want to have sex with me!" He slammed the door shut, as he left.

Keith sniffled, wiping his eyes. "So much for that... Lance probably hates me now..." He looked at the ceiling and fell back on the bed, the back of his hand touching his head. "Why did I think that acting drunk was a great idea? I'm so stupid! I had everything, and now... I think I just lost it..."

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