Oneshots With The Space Gays

stuff it I'm doing smutt! that's what I feel like today

[Btw Keith is a rare type of beta. He gets his heat once a year around spring (alot like a cat). Since he's also human hybrid, his heat isn't like most space furries and only occurs in late afternoon till early morning, instead of all day. Also, he doesn't have to make nest like an omega coz he's actually a beta.]

Keith's POV

So, here I am. Sitting at the table playing a child's game with Pidge, lance and hunk. I was already bored with this game before it had started, and Lance's whining isn't making it any better.

"No fair Pidge! How are you winning and not me!" Lance shouted at them.

That's it, this game is stupid and I don't wanna be sitting next to this stupid whining idiot, even if he is cute! I stand to leave.

"Hey! Where are you going mullet!?" Lance questions.

"Training hall" I reply bluntly.

Lance pouts. "Yeah! well then- then I'm coming with you!" He shouts folding his arms across his chest.

"Ugh.. fine!" I say trudging into the hallway, "just don't get in my way!
... I mean, unless you wanna get hurt".

Lance's POV

I couldn't tell if Keith was being snarky or rude.. or trying to flirt with me? All I know is that he's been acting a bit off lately. He won't come out for dinner at night, and he seems more agitated than usual. Whatever, it's not like I care or anything!
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As soon as we get to the training hall Keith's already started up a training simulation. I watch as he effortlessly dodges every one of the robot's attacks and flawlessly destroys each one. I soon unknowingly become mesmerised by his skill, how his body moves perfectly to land fatal attacks on every single bot.
Keith easily gets to the 5th level simulation before pausing the machine to get a drink.

"Uh, lance? Are gonna actually do something, or just stand and stare?"
I get knocked of my trance by Keith's voice.

"Oh, ah, y-yeah", I stammer. "Actually I was waiting for you to finish so we could do a one-on-one, fists not weapons, ..I left my Bayard in my room".

"..Sure" Keith replies blankly, but with hesitation. "But, if I go Galra- " he says tyeing up his mullet in a small bun, "-it's not my fault if something bad happens".

I nod my head in understanding, however, my gaze has been caught by the pale white skin of Keith's neck, that's now exposed due to his mullet being tied up and out of the way.

Keith's POV

Dammit! Why the quiznak am I agreeing to a hand-to-hand combat with lance!? All of a sudden a pulse of heat rushes through me. Shit! I look at the clock situated at the back of the training hall to see it's already late noon in earth time. What am I doing!? I can't do this! If I go Galra my heat will kick in full swing!! And I already know how stupidly gay I am, dammit what if something happens while we're fighting!?? But it's to late, we're already in our fighting positions. I can't go back now I'll look weak!

"You ready emo boy!?" Lance shouts.

I hesitate," Y-yep!"