g o f o r i t [Lancelot]

006. Movie Night?

"Lance, are you okay?," it was a simple question filled with concern, just a question that's why Lance answered it truthfully, a simple one word answer, a simple ans-

"Yeah,"the tan boy smiled weakly "I'm fine".

The sliver haired lad smirked and patted the tan boy's shoulder before going to sit on the dark blue couch.

The Cuban boy followed shortly after, sitting on the couch. He rubbed his tired eyes, his legs coming up to his chest as a small, weak arm wrapped around his legs.

"You sure? You look quite pale,"Lotor furrowed his eye brows, leaning in and took a good look at the freckled teen.

His fingers slowly came up to trace the freckles on Lance's cheeks, making the Cuban boy blush, lightly.

"Uh...y-yeah?,"Lance whispered breathlessly as Lotor got closer to his face. His heartbeat drummed against his ribcage, Lotor's hot breath, against his ear, sent a shiver down his spine.

"Really?,"Lotor asked making Lance nodd his head "Then why is your sweater wet".

"...I-I...um,"the Cuban boy mumbled, his arm ,around his legs, tightened as he felt Lotor's hot hand against his hip.

"What happened?".

"I...um...tripped! Yeah, um..I tripped over and..um..a..a bucket! Bucket of water spilled on me," Lance lied, he couldn't help it, if-if he told him, Shiro would get mad at him and beat him up again.

Lotor pulled away still unconvinced but rested a hand on Lance's face, smiling softly.

"Kay,"he said, before pulling away and sitting further away from Lance than before, Lance bit his lips as a familiar feeling clung to his heart.

He blink some tears away as Lotor began to check through the movies on Netflix.

"W-when are the others coming?,"Lance asked in a small voice. Keeping his eyes on the TV ,Lotor shrugged.

"Soon,"he mumbled, flicking through more movies till finally, he dropped the remote on the sofa and stood up.

Lance glanced up at him, and saw him stretching his limbs.

"Be right back,"he quietly said, before walking in his room and leaving poor Lance all alone.

The tan boy nodded his head, as Lotor shut his bedroom door. The boy looked down at his wet sweater, taking one of the strings in his cold fingers, he brought it up to his nose and took a gentle sniff.

Immediately,Lance dropped the string and scrunched up his nose. He looked at the sleeve of his wet sweater, he had wiped his wet face with the sleeves when Shiro left.

Then the door to Lotor's bedroom opened to reveal Lotor with a dark green sweater.
Lotor threw the large jumper at the boy on the couch.

"Since your jumper is wet, y-you can um borrow mine,"the boy said with a small blush, before sitting on the couch.

Taking the remote between his long fingers again he flicked through the Netflix movies as Lance clung to the sweater the was over him.

His cheeks felt hot as the jumper slid off his head onto his knees. Lance nodded and stood up.

"T-thanks,"he mumbled walking to the bathroom and closing the door. While he was taking his sweater off he heard more voices come from the main room.

"Guess their already here,"Lance grunted taking Lotor's sweater and shrugging it on. As realized, the sweater was hanging off Lance's slim frame.

He rolled his sleeves up, only for them to roll back down and cover his whole hand. Giving up,crouched  down to get his jumper ,making the hood slip over his head, and blocked his eye sight.