Keith & Lance || klance au

Some young lover's pash.

A few curious glances were thrown their way thanks to Lance's uncommon presence at the boxing rink. At the almost two hours that they'd been there, Lance had definitely improved, but Keith thought he still had so much to work on. His blows were fast, but his knees were weak.

"Left, right. Good, that's good. But where's your cover, pretty boy?"

Keith laughed when Lance tried to get him in the face and miserably failed to do so.

"Don't mess around too much, Keith. We gotta actually train." Shiro called as he walked by, leaving a pair of practice gloves laying on the rink.

"What did he say?" Lance questioned out of breath.

"Dunno."

Pidge snickered from the corner where she sat watching her best mate play with the other boy's inexperience. He pushed him around so easily, landed quick yet careful jabs at the lad whenever he saw the chance - and that was almost all the time. Lance had a pretty bad defence stance. But the point was that she saw. She saw the glinting look in his eyes and heard his dorky laugh and she just knew.

Keith was in deep.

By the time Lance decided to stop, Shiro couldn't help but look at the bloke with a murderous gaze. Keith noticed his coach's irritation, to which he pats Lance's back and sent him off with Pidge to get some water.

"You sure you don't want any?" He'd asked, gesturing to the bag of fries that Pidge had provided him with.

Keith shook his head, "I gotta really train now, sorry Lance."

"Keith Kogane!" Krolia's voice echoed through the gym from the entrance making her presence known as she walked over to the rink where her son stood. "I need you to come early to the gas station today, I've got some important business to take care off and ain't leaving your grandpa in charge of the place, you hear?"

"No, mum. I can't right now, I'm just about to start actually training -"

"Well too bad, it can't be helped. That's the way it is, it's really important."

The staring contest between mother and son didn't take long, but it certainly didn't end the way Keith would've wanted it to.

"Hello? Do you wanna argue with me, young man?"

"..."

Now Shiro was definitely going to kill him.

"Okay, alright. I'll be there."

Keith sighed as he watched the man walk away, stopping only for a second before going into his office. "I better see you training tomorrow, Kogane!"

Lance walked up to Keith as soon as he got off the rink, offering him a bottle of water.

"You work there?"

Keith nodded, "Yeah, part-time."

"And that's... okay? I mean, with you wanting to go pro now."

"It's gotta be." He shrugged, taking his gloves off and accepting the bottle of water.

Pidge approached the two, landing a blow at Keith's back when he turned to pick up his equipment and shove it inside his bag. "The fuck d'you want, midget?"

"Let's party tonight, mate." She turned to Lance, "You're invited too, pretty boy. Party tonight."

He chuckled, "You just want me to pay for the drinks, but I don't have any money."

"You don't need money to party with us. I'm terribly sorry to inform you, but rich people don't know how to party."

"I do know how to party."