"Aww poor baby Keith, why so down today princess? Did you get scared when the big bad aliens chased you?"

Keith walked straight past Lance, ignoring the boy lounging casually against the wall. He was in no mood to deal with Lance today, he was tired, mentally stretched to his limits, sick to his stomach after the events of the day, ready to crash into his pillows, the one place he could go where he could bury his head in his arms and not constantly hide the exhaustion and pain.

Lance, having no notion of Keith's feelings, saw Keith's silence as annoyance, and when Keith was in the mood to get annoyed, he could REALLY get annoyed. Yep, Lance definitely could do with a little stress relief after a long day, relief in the form of making Keith's ears turn that fascinating bright red. It wasn't as if Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, and Allura, and, sadly, even Coran, had already kicked him out of wherever he had found them, no, that definitely wasn't the case.

"Awwww, so you're ignoring me now, that's not a very nice way to treat your buddy," Lance put on his best pout as he followed Keith down the corridor.

Struggling to keep his temper under control Keith kindly told Lance to go the fuck away.

For a minute Keith thought the other boy had actually done as he'd asked for once, as he could no longer hear the footsteps echoing behind his own. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Lance's arm came swinging up in front of his face. "WHAT THE-?!" Keith stumbled backwards in shock as his reflexes took over, unfortunately, his tired brain was not functioning properly and as such he hadn't registered how close the wall was next to him. With a thump that made it feel as though his skull had been cracked open, the back of Keith's head slammed into the solid metal.

"Ahhh f-fuck, ouch," the world was hazy for a moment, all Keith could see was a whirl of soft brown and bright blue.

It took a moment, but a few painful throbs later his eyes came back into focus. Lance was standing in front of him, right arm stretched out to the wall where he had jumped in front of Keith, one eyebrow raised so high it looked like it might rejoin the hair in his fringe, and a great wide Lance smirk splitting across his face.

"Whoops, sorry about that buddy, didn't think you'd hit your head like that," Lance said, not sounding sorry at all.

Keith glared up at him, "what the actual fuck do want?"

Lance blinked.

"Well, errrr, what do you mean? Obviously I just wanted to check that you were okay, after all we can't have the pilot of the red lion getting himself into any sort of trouble now can we? The blue lion would be so upset with me, he's pretty annoying when he wants to be. 'Care about your teammates more', 'pay me a little more attention', 'you fight with reds kid too much', blah blah blah, he's worse than my mother."

"Great, well here's a good idea, how about you go and spend some quality time with your space mother and leave me in peace?" Keith was getting pissed, his head was throbbing and he felt like crying, why wouldn't Lance just go the fuck away? Why did the other boy have to pick right now to not leave him alone? He just needed to be alone. Alone. His head hurt so much.

"Oh wow man no fucking way, did you really hit your head that hard?" Lance was blinking down at Keith.

"The hell are you talking about?"

Lance shifted his eyes away awkwardly, "haha, it's just I didn't even know that you could cry…"

"What? I'm not crying you idi-" Keith had raised his hand up to wipe his eyes reflexively, but he wasn't expecting the warm, wet feeling that spread across his fingers. And when he realised it, it was as though a damn broke in his heart, and Keith burst into silent tears right there in front of fucking Lance, he couldn't stop them, they just streamed endlessly down his face as he stood, frozen to the spot, staring with glazed eyes at the zipper on Lance's jacket.

"Oh fuck, ummm okay, what do I-? Errr Keith, umm shit," Lance looked up and down the hall desperately, what the hell was he supposed to do in this situation? Where the fuck was Shiro when you needed him? Shiro would know what to do, maybe even Hunk. But the hallway stared emptily back at him, and Keith just stood there, looking down, his ears slowly turning red and his cheeks glistening with what was apparently his entire adolescence worth of tears. Shit. Why was Keith crying like this? What was he supposed to do?

Then something entirely ridiculous popped into Lance's brain, and as usual, he didn't think about the consequences of his actions as he leaned down swiftly, and kissed the crying boy in front of him.

Keith's world exploded. One moment he had been standing there, half lost stumbling around in his weary mental world, trying to wrack up the energy to move, to think, to breathe. And then Lance was leaning down, and doing the last thing in the universe Keith would ever had been able to imagine. Lance was kissing him. Keith's heart did an awkward freeze-then-start-moving-at-the-speed-of-light-beat as his breathe hitched in his throat and his face started to feel like it was five feet away from a sun. The tears had taken a break.

He didn't know how to react. He felt like he should be pushing Lance away, or punching him in the face, but his body didn't seem to want to move an inch.

Lance was in his own little world of shock. He had realised immediately after he did it that he had FUCKING KISSED KEITH but what THE FUCK was he supposed do now? Keith hadn't moved. Keith was supposed to punch him, push him, yell at him, maybe even pull out his sword for gods sake but not just FUCKING STAND THERE all red in the face and ears and wide eyed. Shit he looked so fucking cute. No wait, what the fuck are you thinking Lance. But that was just it, he wasn't thinking. And Keith still wasn't moving, for crying out loud it looked as though the other boy wasn't even breathing.

Lance's fingers wound their way into the hair on back of Keith's dark head as he ever so slightly pulled back, out of this kiss, their lips hovering a millimetre apart. "Breathe, you idiot," Lance growled, and Keith let out a puff of air. The moment he did, Lance used the advantage of his grip on Keith's head to tilt Keith's open mouth up, and slip his tongue eagerly into the inviting warmth. Lance felt Keith shudder, and it made it him pull the other even closer, kissing deeply and madly, a great cacophony of feelings swelling up inside him as he felt a desire he'd never felt before. Desire for every molecule of every cell of the boy in front of him. A desire to protect, and yet also to destroy.

FUCK! Lance screamed inside his mind, his whole body started to feel like it was on fire. He wanted to touch more of Keith! Without breaking the kiss, Lance's body leaped into action. He stepped forward, pushing Keith flush against the wall. His right hand moved around from the back of Keith's head, trailed down his neck, and, pushing gently at the jacket, found the top of a smooth collar bone to caress. His left hand did something it had wanted to do for a long time, sliding down Keith's slim waist and around to something even more attractive. Keith tensed under him as Lance felt his way around the toned backside, stripped of all fat from years of hard practise and training. Breaking off the kiss, Lance leaned forward to whisper, "Keith…" as his leg, almost involuntarily, rubbed up against the front of Keith's pants.

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