Klance Oneshots (Fluff, smut & angst)

Some smut (And the award of best story-title goes to...)

Idk why, but I was working at my part-time job when I got this idea! It's creeping me out, that I think about such stuff while working... Oh, and I'll try writing this in the third POV. Will be my first time doing this *starts sweating*

Anyway, wish you luck in surviving this *smirks and walks away*

Enjoy ^-^

Third POV 

(cameraman runs through a room, trying to imitate how it would look like if the camera would fly, and zooms in on Lance sitting on the bed) (A/N:*snorts* I am so sorry)

Lances looked pierced through the air of Keith's room in the castle of lions. He was currently sitting on Keith's bed, and was violently staring holes into the wall in front of him. The only thing he could think of right now, was having some fun with Keith. But that wasn't an option.

He groaned and looked over to the desk, where Keith, his boyfriend, was sitting. He had called an old High-School friend of his a few hours ago and since then they'd been talking about nothing other than crap.

Lances eyes wandered from Keiths raven black hair down to his spine and his perfect butt. He couldn't help but start imagining stuff and logically- Lance looked down to his pants. Great, just fucking great.

He sighed and got up. The bed creaked loud, but Keith didn't notice. And if he noticed, he didn't bother to look over. This bugged Lance. Never had his boyfriend ignored his actions for something else.

Lance slowly sneaked to Keiths chair and crawled underneath his desk. As he started to unzip Keiths pants, the raven finally noticed and looked down. The expression on his face was worth the trouble.

"LANCE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?", he whispered loudly. Lance just smirked and continued to strip him. You could clearly see how anger and embarrassment alternately showed in Keiths eyes.

"Keith, are you okay? Is something underneath the desk?", his friend asked concerned. 

Keith quickly slammed his hand on the desk. "NO! There's definitely nothing under my desk!", Keith shouted, while blushing furiously. 

Lance had to hold back his chuckles. 'He was so adorably obvious', he thought and pecked the bulge in Keiths boxers. A shiver went up the ravens body as Lance continued to kiss it.

"Okay.", his friend meant, not seeming to care a single bit. What a good friend, Lance thought and slowly freed Keith's member from his boxers. Keith huffed, trying to hold back a moan, which, to be honest, wasn't one of his strengths.

Lance grinned, over Keith's reaction and licked of the pre-cum oozing from Keith's hard-on. Another shiver went up Keith's spine as Lance continued to swirl his tongue around his tip.

"Hey Keith! Remember when we never wore our school uniforms because they were so stupid and ugly?", his friend said and laughed. 

Keith awkwardly laughed with him. Lance smiled imagining Keith in a high-school uniform. So cute!

"You looked kinda cute when you were wearing it though.", the digital replica of Keith's friend snickered.

"Shut up!", the raven replied flustered. His hands were now in Lances hair and tried to push him away. Lance didn't budge. "Would you excuse me?", Keith asked his friend.

"Sure thing! Though, would it be possible to end the call? My dad asked for my presence a while ago."

"Yeah! It was what I had in mind anyway. I'll try and be reachable. See ya!", Keith said and turned off his computer. Then he stood up, went down on his knees to face Lance and slapped him. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!", the raven started to shout, furious about Lances actions.