A Falling Star (SHKLANCE)

Unexpected Blending

Ahhh, finally a new chapter! This ones going to be focusing on three different points of view, that way it's easier to see what's really going on inside their heads. Also, I love writing idiots, it's a guilty pleasure I think.

Let me know what you think!
Or not... it's your choice.
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                                                               **Lance POV**

              Shiro figured I should start off sparring with Keith. Something about him being closer to my build and weight, which is absolute bull at this point. The dude has way more power than someone his size should have! He's been circling me for the past minute, like he had the last two rounds we sparred, waiting for me to strike first. I made that mistake twice now, not this time. His eyes are always searching, and his body is poised to strike at me the instant I let my guard down. My teeth grind in concentration as I circle him, this is getting torturous. I've lost up until now and another 'pep' talk from Shiro is going to drive me crazy. Even if he's easy on the eyes, there's only so much listening I can do.

               "Will you two stop circling and begin already?" Shiro breaths out, clearly very annoyed with how Keith is still trying to bait me into the first move. Speak of the devil, it's at this moment Keith lunges forward and grabs the front of my training top, successfully grappling me, but before he can throw me, I sweep a leg hard against one of his ankles, and he lets go only to regain balance, but he's not quite back to reality. I take this chance and yank his fist from my shirt and twist his arm behind his back forcefully, and shove it down, locking his elbow in an arm-bar. Shiro covers his mouth to hide the snicker at the string of curses from the red paladin, but I beam proudly towards the larger male, which unfortunately Keith notices and steps on my foot. I shrieked, not a very manly sound I'll admit. Keith shoves me to the ground and pins my hands above my head. He breaths hard, sweat glistening down the strands of his raven colored locks. I squirm to shrimp my way out of his grasp, but quickly realize he has me by the hips, using his knees to keep me there.

                 He smirks at me and I can't help but gulp. Having Keith looking down at me while in this kind of position while his boyfriend is standing not four feet away should scare anybody! This is really beginning to feel like one of those cliche scenes in a movie, except instead of the hulk of a boyfriend interfering, he just stands there with a grin, as he fondly watches his significant other. Whom, by the way, has thighs so strong and attractive it should be illegal.

                 It feels like an eternity but I'd bet only a minute has gone by, when Keith pushes himself up fluidly, and I'm finally out of my daze enough to realize the presence of a strong, calloused left hand in front of my face. Oh. Shiro's asking me if I need help up.

                                                                **Shiro POV**

                   "Hey, need help getting up, Lance?" I ask him with a brow raised curiously. He's been staring at Keith for a while not saying anything, maybe his head was hit during the last move? I place my left hand in front of him, open, palm up to invite him to take it. 

                      He's so pretty. His hair, though short is tousled in one of the most beautiful ways, his lips are soft, thin, but panting all the same from their training. His eyes, oh his eyes. They're far different than Keith's or mine, they're blue, deep and dark, and yet full of life, like an ocean, not in color, but the way there might as well be schools of fish swimming about in them.

                      I'm so distracted by his beauty that I am shocked with the way his palm kneads into mine as he attempts to hoist himself up and off the floor, but he fails mostly due to me forgetting how to function and do my part in pulling him up. He falls and I hear a small "oof" ghost out of his lips. He tries again and this time I'm competent enough to pull him to his feet.

                       He seems equally distracted as I have to steady him with my hands on his shoulder to keep him upright a moment. I don't move away, neither does he in fact, so I take the time to really admire our sharpshooter. His skin is so soft, I feel it with my left pinky as it grazes where his sleeve ends, he really does take care of his skin more than I've ever seen anyone do before. It's amazing really, how soft it feels against my calloused digit, and I can feel him shiver, so I pull back.

                      "Great job you two. Lance, I must say I'm impressed with how you've improved today." I say as I admire them both with the same amount of pride. They're really amazing fighters in their own ways, and I know as a leader it's important to praise when praise is due. "You're an excellent gunman, but I'd like to see your practice with Keith and I more often. Being able to handle long distance fighting is important, but defending yourself against up close enemies is just as important."

                      Lances face lights up with what I can assume is joy, his cheeks are flushed red as well, which I find no small amount of pride in. I've had my suspicions that Lance has had somewhat of a crush on me, if not for the reason I want, he definitely admires me as a leader. It's also fairly obvious Lance might feel left out at times, I would if Hunk and Pidge were my best friends, and they hung out more because of their love of engineering and mechanics. Keith and I also tend to spend more time together, but I'm hoping with this training we can really get him into the circle. Everyone has been improving as a team, but Lance hasn't made an effort, I can't help but feel it's because he doesn't think he's good enough.

                    "Hey, uh, Shiro, you're kinda spacing out man." I hear Lance say, has he been talking this whole time? "Oh, right, sorry Lance did you say something?" Lance looks at me with a kind of worried look as he nods softly. "Yeah, I was just wondering if it's okay if we go get some lunch now? We've been training for hours and I'm starving! Hunk said he might be able to whip up something that resembles pasta and I really don't wanna miss out!" Keith chuckles behind me and I bet we are both thinking similar things. Cute.

                        "Yes, we should all head to lunch and fuel up. Oh and Lance?" I ask and the brunette turns around to look at me as he had already been turning to leave. "I would really like it if you came to spar again tomorrow." I said and left it open for him to accept or decline himself. I want him to realize that I want him there. The sooner we get him comfortable away from home and part as the group, the sooner Keith and I can court him.

                        "Oh! Yeah, sure Shiro! I'll be there."