Accidental Intentions

5 • Pursuit

When Keith awoke he didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he had to get that ungodly noise to stop.

After thrashing through the sheet that he didn't remember crawling under, Keith realized where he was and remembered what had happened the night before.

With a surge of fury, he closed in on the alarm clock and chucked it at the wall where it burst into several satisfying pieces. But the little clock persisted in it's high-pitched siren.

Cursing, Keith got to his feet and kicked it until the device gave a death rattle in the form of a half-hearted squeal. Looking up, Keith saw that the door had been cracked open. He bolted to the door, grabbing the handle and swinging it open wide.

And there was Lance. Wearing his clothes, exiting his room.

Oh no you don't.

The Blue Paladin's eyes grew to the size of moons an instant before he took off running, dodging as he darted past Keith's lunge.

"WHEN I CATCH YOU I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!" Keith declared, the force of his words leaving no room for doubt about the seriousness of his intentions.

"If you catch me!" The bastard had the nerve to laugh as he called over his shoulder. There was no way Keith was gonna let Lance have all the fun. Pushing himself as far as he could, Keith could only just keep pace, just out of arm's reach of the taller boy.

They tore through the dining hall. Lance jumped upon the table as Keith dodged 4 chairs and nearly one blurry-eyed Hunk who looked down in disappointment at his upturned bowl of green slop before he looked after the boy's retreating forms.

They stomped across the hanger where Pidge looked up from her programming in confusion at Keith's death threats and Lance's mirth. Lance had managed to position himself behind a small pod and was feinting to the left and right, teasing Keith. In a roar of frustration Keith charged, launching himself over the pod as Lance yelped and took off towards the hall.

They raced around the training room until suddenly Lance came to an abrupt halt, staggering as if he had run into something. Grinning with triumph, Keith barreled for him, on to be hit in the face with a wall. Only he couldn't see the wall. Coran must be running a remote diagnostics. Lance was on the floor, howling in laughter at Keith's expression.

"What in the world is so fucking fucking funny!?" Keith demanded as he felt the wall, searching for a way to close the distance between them.
It took several gasps before Lance was able to manage, "Your face! That outfit! I can't take you seriously!" He laughed again, struggling for breath.

"Its your damn outfit! What the hell is with your taste?" demanded Keith, his wandering hand meet with nothing and he grinned triumphantly as he barreled at the prone boy.

"And this." He grabbed a handful the dark material struggling to cover Lance's torso. "This is my favorite shirt!" He declared as he attempted to tear it off.

"Keith, Lance? What are you doing?"

Both boys looked to the entrance where Shiro stood with a startled look. Then Keith assessed his own position.

He was straddling Lance, struggling to pin his flailing arms down as he mostly succeeded in stripping Lance of his shirt. Both boys locked eyes and turned ever so slightly pink.

Oh fuck.