star struck

chapter 13

Lance's pov

"I know shiro..." images of a tall muscular young man pulling his date off of him. The young man helping him home and taking care of the bruises and scrapes he had acquired when fighting off the boy who had taken him out. It was the first solid memory he had, even on lotor's ship. "He's here?" Lance couldn't believe it. It had to be a different shiro right?

Keith's eyes darted between Lance's, contemplating whether he should tell him. He nodded slowly, "he is lance but, I think you should wait a while...he didn't want us to go out and rescue you." Keith said gently as he laced their fingers together in the other hand.

Having Keith's warm hands intertwined with his own, barley helped with the pain that those words caused. But rescue?

"Keith, what do you mean rescue? I know.." lance mulled the words over in his mind for a moment trying to pick the right things to say. "I know thing's felt off with him, and with you....but it's not like he kidnapped me, unlike you." Lance said teasingly "He's a good guy, deep down." Lance finished to see keith looking upset. His brows were furrowed and it seemed he struggled to look at lance through his long scruffy hair.

"Lance, his did. He captured you..." keith started then cut himself off. He let go of lance, leaving lance feeling cold and empty. "Look ,you don't need to worry, in a couple weeks you'll understand everything. Anything you want to do from there ...well we will all respect your choices." Keith said calmly, though his fists were clenched.

He turned to lance, his expression softened, "come with me buddy, I kind of have a feeling they didn't supply you with everything you needed." Keith held out his hand once again and lance eagerly took it.

The raven haird boy took lance into the bathroom, apon seeing their destination Lance's mind went wild. Thinking about having Keith dripping with hot water, his naked body pressed against his own. Lance had zoned out, but was brought back by Keith's words.

"Do you remember...or do you need help?" He asked.

Oh my quiznack, Keith didn't just ask me that. Oh my god ohmygodogmygod.

Lance cleared his throat, "ah maybe just a little?" He said, trying to not sound so eager. He couldn't stop his eyes from falling to Keith's bare legs. How had he managed to fight with such little clothing? Lance could feel heat pooling at his crotch.

Keith gave a little smile, "then you're lucky i picked on you so much about your skincare routine to know it by heart." Skincare? He watched as Keith leaned slightly over the wide counter grabbing several bottles with him, as he did the Jacket he was wearing hiked up. Lance thought he was going to die, it would be worth it, but still he wasn't ready. Until it hiked further up to reveal red underwear that hardly went an inch past his ass.

The spectacular view he had acquired was gone as fast as it had appeared. Keith turned to lance, "you might want to take your shirt off, if I'm helping you're probably going to get wet." Lance blanked again, keith wanted him to take his shirt off. Lance suddenly felt insecure about the scares he had on his abdomen that stretched up most of his stomach.

But the idea of Keith slowly slipping it off of him made his heart race, "could you take it off for me?" He asked as he leaned into keith. Everything he said and did sparked a fire in him that he knew he'd felt before, but could never ignite when he was with lotor.

Lance watched with amusement as Keith's cheeks became flushed. "I'm sure you can do that yourself lance."

He crept closer, tugging at Keith's waist, "I might, but it would be much more enjoyable to have you do it." He breathed out, seeing how Keith's eyes went to his lips, he slowly leaned in.