Sorry, I lied, BMC is taking a little longer than I thought. Here's some Klance instead! Note: This is pre-season 6. :)
Just want to make this known, I'm not going to be writing for a few weeks. I have a knee surgery tomorrow and it'll take me a little while to recover. I'll be back, don't worry, just not immediately. In the meantime, have a Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah/Happy Kwanzaa and a Happy New Year!
As always, please enjoy and review!
Lance opened his eyes blearily as the door to his and Keith's room opened. "Hey, babe. Done training?"
Keith hummed, hanging up his jacket. "M-hm. Finally beat level 13 against the Gladiator." He turned, pushing his bangs out of his eyes and taking a breath. "Took me all fucking morning, but I did it."
Lance gave a small smile. "You notice that while every teen on Earth gets pissed off over videogames, you get pissed off by an alien training robot?"
"Comes with the job of being one of the defenders of the universe." Keith stretched his arms over his head. Lance could hear the pops of his back from where he lay on the bed. "I'm going for a shower."
"M'kay," Lance mumbled, turning over onto his side. "'m gonna sleep a lil' longer…"
Eyes closed once more, he lazily listened to Keith moving into the bathroom. A second of silence, then the squeak of a knob and the rhythmic splashing of water. Lance sighed contentedly.
It had been about five months since he and Keith finally got together. Lance could still remember Hunk's excited squealing as he hugged them tightly. Pidge had jumped out of her seat in delight, claiming that it was about time. Shiro had been calmer, clapping them on the shoulders in congratulations. Allura and Coran, while slightly confused about technicalities— "What about procreation? Is that possible for two human males?"—were happy for them.
Thus started five months of bliss.
Well, not complete bliss, there was still Lotor to worry about, but other than that bastard, life was good.
Life was really good.
Lance hadn't even realized the water had shut off until he felt the blankets moving. Cracking an eye open, he watched as Keith slid in next to him. "Comin' back to bed?"
"It's an hour before breakfast and I want to cuddle with my boyfriend," Keith stated before throwing a leg over Lance's hip and burying his face in his chest. "Besides, you're hot."
Lance chuckled softly, draping a hand over Keith's waist and drawing him close. "So, you finally admit I'm hot?"
Keith groaned. "No, I'm cold after the shower, and you radiate heat. There's a difference between being hot and actually being hot."
"But you do think I'm hot, right?"
"Lance."
"¿Muy caliente? ¿Extremadamente caliente? Maybe even—"
Keith cut him off with a kiss. Lance smiled into it, moving a hand to tangle in his dark hair, still slightly damp. Back at the Garrison, annoying Keith would usually result in someone getting punched. Lance avoided that fate, instead trying to outdo Keith in petty competitions.
But now? Lance would bug Keith forever if this was his reward.
Keith broke the kiss, but stayed close so that when he spoke, his lips barely brushed Lance's. "What you are is an idiot."
Lance smirked. "A hot idiot?"
Keith laughed quietly. Lance wanted to hear that sound over and over again. "Sure. A hot idiot."
Lance felt like his heart might burst. "Knew it," he murmured before kissing him again.
After what felt like eternity, they finally moved away for air. After a moment, Lance spoke. "Now, let's work on pet names."
"Don't push it."
Translation:
¿Muy caliente? ¿Extremadamente caliente? = Very hot? Extremely hot?
