A New Start - Klance

Dinner & Stay

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The two walked back to the house, and Lance opened the door for Keith. Keith walked in, and Lance led him to the kitchen where the rest of the McClaine family was. Everyone, even the kids, were helping make the 'ropa vieja'. It was nice seeing the family work all together. That was something Keith always wanted. Castora pulled Keith into the mess of people, and started showing him what to do. He now was a part of Lance's family.

About an hour later, the dinner was done. Everyone was seated around the table, talking about their day, their jobs, and more. Lance and Keith were sitting by each other, barely speaking to one another. Keith kept his eyes on his food, and Castora was right about the spice, you had to be able to handle spice. Out of the corner of Keith's eye, he saw Lance look at him.

"Too much spice, cowboy?" Keith looked over to him, who was smirking back at him.

"No," Keith was fine with the spice, but couldn't stop staring at Lance. Keith put his hand down close to Lance's. "It's fine." Lance grabbed his hand, smiling.

"Good. I'm glad you're having a good time." Lance practically read Keiths' mind, squeezing his hand.

Keith looked at Lance, smiled, and looked at the rest of the family. "I love your family, I wish I had something like this growing up." Lance smiled gently.

"But look how you turned out."

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The night continued, with stories of old times. It was getting late, and people said goodnight, and left the table. Lance and Keith helped Castora clean up the table, and dishes. In the middle of cleaning the dishes, Keith got a frantic call from Adam, and explained everything to him. Lance invited Keith to stay over, and Keith accepted. They finished the dishes, and Lance brought Keith to his room.

"So," Lance went over to his closet, and pulled out a black hoodie, "Here's my version of your hoodie." He held up the hoodie that read 'I'm A Proud Bi' and started to put it on. "How do I look?" Lance asked, slowly turning.

Keith smiled and rolled his eyes. "Great. Do you have anything I could wear?"

Lance started rummaging through his closet, and pulled out a hoodie. This one blue, and read 'Lover~Boy' in red letters. He quickly pulled out another hoodie, this one red, and read 'Sharp~Shooter' in blue letters. "Choose and be judged." Lance said smiling.

"Did you have those custom made?" Keith was laughing.

Lance frowned, "Come on, pick one." he held up the hoodies.

Keith rolled his eyes, and pointed to 'Lover~Boy'. "I'll take that one." Lance threw him the hoodie, and Keith put it on. "You never answered my question, are these custom made?" Keith looked up at Lance, who had blush rising to his ears.

"No, people call me those things." Keith moved closer, touching Lances' hand.

"Ya lying to me, pretty-boy?" Keith said, his southern twang flowing. Lance looked at Keith and smiled. Keith leaned in, placing a kiss on Lances' lips. Lance melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Keith. The two had what you would call, a little make out section. They parted, Lances' eyes still closed, and Keith grinning.

"You said you wouldn't use your southern accent." Lance looked up at Keith, his arms still wrapped around Keith. Keith's hands were on Lances' hips, supporting Lances' weight as he hung there.

Keith leaned in, his and Lances' noises touching. "Well, sometimes people tell little fibs." Lance laughed, and pecked Keiths' lips, making Keith laugh. "When did you become so soft?" Lance rolled his eyes, and left the embrace.

"When did you become so bold?" Lance walked over to his closet, and put away the other hoodie. Keith rolled his eyes, and sat down one Lances' bed. Lance sat down right next to him, leaning his head on Keith's shoulder. "Morag gihigugma ko ikaw, Keith."

"What does that mean?" Keith placed his head on top of Lance's.

Lance chuckled, "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." Keith grabbed Lances' hand, and kissed it.

"Fine." Keith was smiling like an idiot. He really liked Lance, and had been waiting for years to tell him. Now his fantasy was his reality. Keith was still taking it all in. "Where am I going to sleep?"

"With me." Lance said, almost naturally. His head shot up, probably just realizing what he said. "O-Only if you want to, though."

Lance had obviously forgotten about the night before. "Ok, fine." Keith patted Lances' arm, "Why don't we get some sleep?". Lance nodded, and stood up.

"Y-Yeah. Sure." Lance dragged Keith off the bed, and started preparing the bed. "Can you help me." Keith noded, and started helping.

The two started making room for Keith to sleep. At one point, they started a tickle fight, which Keith ended up winning. They fell asleep with the light on, Lances' head on Keiths' chest.

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