I have chapter fics looming and it was stressing me out so I wrote this!
The smut happens in the second chapter, so if that's not your thing, the first chapter was originally a fluffy little one-shot anyway! This is my first time writing smut, so bear with me. Enjoy!

Lance had finally gotten Allura to go on a date with him. He'd been pining after her since they were six years old. They'd been neighbors and became pretty good friends over the years. He'd realized he liked her around middle school, and being the over-enthusiastic person he was, had asked her out a week later.

She'd said no.

They were in college now, and while his efforts had waned some over the years, he still gave it a shot every once in a while. And now, here they were at his brother's baseball game. Together. Lance's brother, Marco, went to the same college as them and was the star pitcher for the school's team. This game was a big deal, so naturally, he'd gotten Lance tickets.

Lance couldn't be happier. Which almost made up for how bored Allura looked. She wasn't a huge sports fan, but she knew Lance was. So, when Lance had asked her to come with him to the game as his date, she'd reluctantly agreed. She figured she owed him one date after all this time. Then, at least, she could legitimately say she'd tried and it simply hadn't worked out.

Allura had always seen Lance as more of a brother than anything else. And honestly, she had eyes for someone else. Lance's best friend, Pidge's older brother, Matt, was also on the baseball team. She'd had eyes for him since they'd met at a frat party last semester. Not that Lance needed to know any of this.

Lance, the dutiful date that he was, insisted on paying for their drinks and snacks. He juggled both their drinks and popcorn as they made their way to their seats. The game was about to start and Lance was just about on cloud nine.

Lance felt someone bump into him as he was trying to get him and Allura situated.

"Sorry," came a voice to his left.

"Don't worry about it," Lance said, the end of his sentence drawing out as he caught sight of the guy who'd just plunked down into the seat next to him.

Holy crap, he's hot.

The guy smiled at him briefly before turning to the field, and Lance had to remind himself that he was here with Allura. There would be no flirting with cute boys, no matter how pretty he was with his dark hair and stormy eyes and leather jacket that clung to him just right and -

No.

Lance forced his gaze away and focused back in on Allura.

Get your head in the game, Lance.

Despite her disinterest in sports, Allura watched the game with an intensity Lance hadn't been expecting. Lance would be thrilled if he could get Allura into baseball. He'd love nothing more than to teach her all about it.

The game dragged on, neither team doing particularly well. Their team was just ahead in points, mostly due to Lance's brother's efforts, he was proud to say. Lance had always been his biggest fan. He and his best friends, Pidge and Hunk, had gone to every single game since Matt and Marco had joined up.

Pidge had a major project due the next morning, and Hunk was out on an anniversary date with his girlfriend Shay, so neither of them had been able to make it this time. Not that Lance minded. Sure, he loved his friends, but the more alone time he had with Allura, the better chance he figured he had at winning her over.

They were on the fifth inning and the kiss cam was doing its lap around the stadium, switching from couple to couple. Lance was barely paying attention.

"Oh, no," Allura sighed.

Lance looked up from the field to see what had happened and his heart stopped. There, on the jumbo screen, circled in a heart, were him and Allura. This was it. This was his moment.

He turned to face Allura, grin spread wide across his tan cheeks. He waggled his eyebrows at her and held out a hand.

"My lady," he crooned.

Allura stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, ignoring the encouraging shouts and whistles of the people around her. She met Lance's gaze.

"I-I'm sorry, Lance," she said, a sympathetic look set across her soft features. "I can't."

Allura stood abruptly and wound her way down the aisle. She disappeared up the stairs and into the crowd. Lance could do nothing but stare after her, eyes wide and mouth gaping. There was a silence in the stands around him.

Lance was upset, and when Lance got upset, he didn't always have the best judgment. He'd always been the spontaneous sort. Lance didn't like being rejected, and he could be petty when the situation called for it. So, he made a decision.

"Hey, pretty boy," Lance called, turning to the cute boy he'd interacted with briefly earlier. The boy turned to him, eyebrows raised in a silent question. Lance grinned.

He dove forward, grabbing the collar of the boys leather jacket and crushed their lips together. There was a collective gasp from the crowd around them, but Lance didn't really care. One second passed, then two, three. Lance was worried he'd made a big mistake. He hadn't really thought this through.

Then he started kissing him back. And wow, was he a good kisser. Their lips slid together, Lance's hand slipping into the soft black hair at the nape of the other boys neck. He'd be ashamed of the noises he was making if he weren't so caught up in the heat of the moment.

Lance pulled back, breathless and flushed. Gorgeous grey eyes stared back at him and for a long moment, they just looked at each other. Then the other boy smiled.

"Name's Keith."

It took Lance a moment longer than he'd like to admit to answer. He was still a bit dazed.

"Lance," he replied, smiling in turn.

"Wanna get out of here?" Keith asked, devilish grin widening.

"Yes, please," Lance replied, taking the other boys hand as he led him down the aisle and up the stairs.

In the background, the announcers shouted excitedly as the Lions hit a home run. On the jumbo screen, Matt rounded the bases, arms in the air and screaming like a fool. Allura watched silently from amongst the crowd, a small smile gracing her lips.

Lance noticed none of this as the gorgeous stranger dragged him away. He didn't even care where they were going. He hadn't been this excited in years.