with you in my arms what more do i need

"Sometimes I'd think about calling you when I'd had a few." He rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms and blinks a few times, then looks right into Lance's wide blue eyes. "Shiro always talked me down though."

"What would you have said?" Lance asks with baited breath.

"Probably some variation of what I'm trying not to say now." And is it just him or is Lance's face closer than before?

"And what's that?" His words are practically a whisper.

That I love you still. That I need you. That if I close my eyes right now I can remember every freckle, mole and birth mark on your whole body. That we could be together if you wanted to. I want us to be together. Please say you do too. But he doesn't say those things because as impulsive as he is he's learned just a bit of restrain over the last couple years. He clears his throat and knows he's flushed a deep crimson as he says, "That I've been on the cusp of kissing you all night."

Lance's mouth parts into a tiny o and Keith's eyes are drawn to the other boys soft plush pink lips that he's tasted so many times before and craves so much now and he just can't take his eyes off them so he sees as much as hears Lance say, "So kiss me."