[ lance should probably get off of keith, let him clean up. instead he just shifts so that his entire weight doesn't fall on keith, still resting a head on his shoulder. ]
Mmm... you too.
[ honestly lance should probably drag himself up to let keith clean up and shoo him out but that? doesn't feel like the thing to quite do, here. he's not committed enough to the playboy persona to not take what is basically cuddling.
also, he kind of enjoys keith nuzzling into his temple. ]
[ lance is a little surprised when keith keeps talking, but he isn't annoyed. he shifts his head a little so his cheek is against keith's shoulder, looking up at the curve of his jaw and the hickey he left on his neck. ]
I didn't think you felt like this, either. [ but what was this? romantic, dubious friends with benefits? lust? lance could admit all three were a possibility to himself. but why would keith choose someone like lance? ]
[Because Lance gave him the time of day, and because they always had something, even if it was awkward and confusing. When Lance turns his head, Keith lays his back against the mattress, thumbs idle circles into his shoulder.]
I mean- I always... Kinda knew I was... I just. Thought you were only into girls... [He thought if you boinked anyone, it'd be Allura, dude.]
[ lance relaxes into the touch of keith rubbing idly at his shoulders. it's
nice. it reminds him of, well, a lot of the human contact he's just been
lacking one way or another. hunk hugs him a lot, but it's not the same. ]
I kinda thought you didn't like anyone like that. [ he thought you were
ace, keith. ] And I... yeah, I like guys too. Girls more than guys but I'm
not blind, you know.
[He gives a little snort at that.] Could've mentioned it weeks ago.
[But Keith leaves it at that. So now they know that about each other. Didn't. Need magic mind melding experiences for that. This is fine. This is relatively painless, talking about himself.]
Wow. Is that what you tell everyone you get in bed with, that you don't hate them?
[He's feeling a little more himself now, just relaxing and stretching underneath him. Ignoring that his pants and boxers are just sagging above his knees. Whatever. He'll deal with it later.]
[ is keith kissing his brow? should lance tell him that's super gay? what they just did actually was, so, never mind, that'd be dumb. at a loss, lance doesn't say anything, just enjoys the affection. ]
Yeah, but it's still absolutely a recognizable mullet. [ lance shifts a little, raising his clean hand to push keith's bangs back from his face. ]
[It's real gay, almost like how gay it is that when he shifts, some of his own cum smears on Lance's hip but whatever. They're both a mess and it's almost dried.
The touch gives him pause at least. No one just... plays with his hair.]
Y-you think? It'd get in the way of fighting though. [And at that, he tugs a little at Lance's hair.] You'd look good with longer hair.
The Garrison's rules were stupid. [Boy does he know it first hand, all that getting kicked out shit. But he gives his hair another little tug, then sets to just... stroking his fingers through it.]
Not too long but... couple inches longer than this. It'd look good. [Annnnd he... slowly stops. And realizes his face is still Really Close and. They literally just played with each other's dicks so this is nothing, leaning in for a kiss is fine.]
[ no, lance is never going to let you live this down, keith. not for the rest of your life or however long he knows you.
keith stops petting lance, and he wonders if he's going to excuse himself to clean up or anything but - nope, just leaning in again. that's going for a kiss if lance has ever seen one, and he turns his head up to give it gladly. ]
[Lance leans in and Keith presses into it, fists against the sheets by Lance's head until he pulls away and noses at him a little.]
Do you-- [Whoa, god, that voice was. Bedroom and low and throaty, he clears his throat.] I mean, d'you wanna... Do this again? Or... [Was this a one time thing to get him out of the training room for a little while.]
[ lance makes a tiny little noise when keith pulls away, and damn. that is some bedroom voice from keith for damn sure. lance is going to keep that memory for a while.
it's also kind of sweet when keith asks, and lance considers a moment. ]
I mean... if you want to, yeah. It was really good. [ have a small genuine smile, keith. ]
[That... gets a little smile from Keith. Okay. So Lance wants to keep this going. So it wasn't horrible, that's good at least.
He noses at him a second more before moving to sit up straight.] Ruined your sheet by the way. Your own fault. [And he'll just excuse himself to Lance's bathroom to clean himself up.]
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Mmm... you too.
[ honestly lance should probably drag himself up to let keith clean up and shoo him out but that? doesn't feel like the thing to quite do, here. he's not committed enough to the playboy persona to not take what is basically cuddling.
also, he kind of enjoys keith nuzzling into his temple. ]
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He doesn't want to.
He kind of wants this to keep going. So Keith goes with that urge, actually decides to try to talk.]
This was... I mean- it is. It's nice. [Don't stumble too much there, prince charming.] I didn't.. really think you felt like this.
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I didn't think you felt like this, either. [ but what was this? romantic, dubious friends with benefits? lust? lance could admit all three were a possibility to himself. but why would keith choose someone like lance? ]
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I mean- I always... Kinda knew I was... I just. Thought you were only into girls... [He thought if you boinked anyone, it'd be Allura, dude.]
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[ lance relaxes into the touch of keith rubbing idly at his shoulders. it's nice. it reminds him of, well, a lot of the human contact he's just been lacking one way or another. hunk hugs him a lot, but it's not the same. ]
I kinda thought you didn't like anyone like that. [ he thought you were ace, keith. ] And I... yeah, I like guys too. Girls more than guys but I'm not blind, you know.
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[But Keith leaves it at that. So now they know that about each other. Didn't. Need magic mind melding experiences for that. This is fine. This is relatively painless, talking about himself.]
Why me, though.
[Okay or maybe stop while you're ahead.]
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keith's question, though, makes lance frown a little bit. ]
I mean, have you seen yourself? You're a super good pilot and even though I hate your hair, you look good.
And like... look, we fight, but I don't hate you.
[ is that good enough??? ]
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[He's feeling a little more himself now, just relaxing and stretching underneath him. Ignoring that his pants and boxers are just sagging above his knees. Whatever. He'll deal with it later.]
And get over it, my hair's not going anywhere.
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[ you... are the first person he's gotten into bed, keith, and lance can only hint at that.
lance gives a put upon groan, though. ]
Just grow it out, put it in a ponytail or a braid! None of this business up front party in the back crap.
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But he does turn his head to. Okay he can do this, he tries to kiss Lance's brow. Just a little one, testing the waters.]
It's not even that business in the front, it grew out from the Garrison regulation.
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Yeah, but it's still absolutely a recognizable mullet. [ lance shifts a little, raising his clean hand to push keith's bangs back from his face. ]
You'd look good with a braid.
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The touch gives him pause at least. No one just... plays with his hair.]
Y-you think? It'd get in the way of fighting though. [And at that, he tugs a little at Lance's hair.] You'd look good with longer hair.
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keith pauses but doesn't tell lance to stop, so lance keeps messing with his hair a little and then lets his hand fall to the bed. ]
That's what the braid is for, doofus. [ his hair gets tugged, and lance can't help it - he preens. ]
You think? I'v always thought so but, well, Garrison rules.
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Not too long but... couple inches longer than this. It'd look good. [Annnnd he... slowly stops. And realizes his face is still Really Close and. They literally just played with each other's dicks so this is nothing, leaning in for a kiss is fine.]
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[ no, lance is never going to let you live this down, keith. not for the rest of your life or however long he knows you.
keith stops petting lance, and he wonders if he's going to excuse himself to clean up or anything but - nope, just leaning in again. that's going for a kiss if lance has ever seen one, and he turns his head up to give it gladly. ]
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Do you-- [Whoa, god, that voice was. Bedroom and low and throaty, he clears his throat.] I mean, d'you wanna... Do this again? Or... [Was this a one time thing to get him out of the training room for a little while.]
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it's also kind of sweet when keith asks, and lance considers a moment. ]
I mean... if you want to, yeah. It was really good. [ have a small genuine smile, keith. ]
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He noses at him a second more before moving to sit up straight.] Ruined your sheet by the way. Your own fault. [And he'll just excuse himself to Lance's bathroom to clean himself up.]
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Yeah, well I came on your pants!
[ he just. oops. he's gonna make himself get up and change the sheets now. ]