Keith laughed triumphantly as Lance lost at Mario Kart for the fifth time in a row. They had been playing games for hours. Once they both took quick showers, they sat in sweatpants and tank tops. Pidge somehow got Mario Kart to work on a Ps4. Her skills were unparalleled.

"You cheater! You came out of nowhere with that blue shell! And the bullet! You weren't even in last place. How dare you?" Lance ranted, glaring at Keith.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my wins!" Keith laughed, before he was tackled by Lance.

Keith grunted as Lance hovered over him, glaring.

Lance was straddling Keith stomach and his hands were on Keith's throat. Not pressing hard or choking him, just resting there. Lance shifted glaring and unintentionally grinded on Keith.

Now, it might have been the alcohol and pizza they ordered from UberEATS or maybe Keith was just feeling bold, but the next thing that came out of Keith's mouth was-

"Kinky. You trying to take this back to my room?" Keith winked from where he was on the floor, laughing.

Lance was the perfect shade of red now. Like it was Keith's new favorite color. Keith wheezed trying to breathe as Lance practically flung himself off of Keith and coughed awkwardly.

"You wish." Lance scoffed awkwardly, as he dug around in his duffle bag. Keith let out a few giggles and sat up, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Okay, well we've played just about every game I have. It's only 11, what do you want to do now?" Keith asked.

"I was waiting for you to ask that." Lance smirked, triumphantly all previous embarrassment gone. "We will do, drum roll please. Bum badda bum! A skin care routine!"

Lance wiggled around excitedly as Keith gave him a dead pan look.

"No."

"Wha-Come on. It'll be fun." Lance insisted.

"No, my skin's really sensitive-," Keith started to say, but soap landed in his lap.

"Yeah, yeah."

After a few minutes of protest from Keith, Lance finally dragged Keith to the bathroom.

"Wow. It is nice in here," Lance said, in shock until he saw Keith's face. "I mean, of course it's nice in here."

It was a simple single-sinked bathroom with a single shower and a single toilet, but it was clean and have a very nice theme of red and white that lance didn't notice the first time he went in there.

"Hm. Let's just get this thing over with, okay?"

"Yeah! Okay so do what I do." Lance said, as he started to do his thing. First, he retrieved his phone and soon loud heavy metal music was blaring. After Lance set up his things, the song went off and Spanish music came on surprising Keith. Before Keith could question Lance's playlist, Lance snapped at Keith to pay attention.

He rinsed his face off and grabbed a washcloth to wipe his face with the water. Then he lathered soap on his face and scrubbed his face clean with a different washcloth. Keith did the same.

"Okay so what kind of face mask do you want? The peel off or the wash off one? Actually, no. We'll just do both." Lance then proceeded to pull out four bottles of face masks and two packets of night masks.

"Do you do this every day?" Keith asked as he slathered his face with the peel off mask. Lance used a different one.

"No. I do this like once a week. I was going to do this today anyway." Lance responded as he went back into the living room and sat on a pillow that Keith dug out of a closet somewhere.

Keith joined him and sat facing Lance.

"Have you ever done your nails before?" Lance asked as he pulled out three bottles nail polish, nail polish remover, a nail clipper, and a nail filer.

"No."

"Okay, good. Well, not good. Your nails look rough."

Keith smile as Lance took his hands and started to clip them.

"Don't smile. It cracks the mask." Lance scolded, glancing at Keith.

"Oh. Okay."

Lance clipped and filed as Keith sat patiently watching. Then Lance pulled the two clear bottles of nail polish and a black nail polish.

The Cuban went over the Korean boy's nails with the clear stuff and then fanned it dry.

"What are you doing?" Keith asked, as Lance painted Keith's nails black.

"Painting your nails. Obviously."

"I mean, why?"

"Because I can?" Lance looked up at Keith before shaking his head. "You know, Mullet, you're not very observative."

"I-," Keith tried to defend, but his drying face mask pulled on his skin.

"Alright! I'm done. Gorgeous right? You can tell all of your friends that yours truly did them." Lance boasted as Keith looked at his plain black nails.

"I don't have any friends." Keith stopped and thought for a moment. "Well, other than Pidge, so I don't know who I would tell."

Lance blinked twice in surprise. 'That was just depressing,' Lance thought to himself.

"Anyway! These masks are dry. Let's, uh, peel them off." Lance said, to diffuse the awkward situation Keith inadvertently got them into.

Keith smiled and followed Lance to the bathroom.

"Shit! Oh, wow. This hurt. Why does it hurt so much?" Keith said, eyes watering as Lance easily peeled his off, only momentarily wincing.

"Pull it off all at once." Lance said, monotonously as Lance ripped off the bits that were still stuck to his skin.

Keith did what Lance said and shouted out in pain when it hurt. Only a little part came off.

The rest of it went like that and Lance laughed the whole time.

The second mask they did dried a lot faster than the first one. They washed it off.

After playing around, Lance splashed water on Keith's shirt and pants soaking it to his skin. Keith grumbled off at Lance, who just laughed and splashed more at him.

"Alright I'm back." Keith said after he changed into new clothes.

They were black joggers and a red crop-top sweatshirt. The joggers were low on his hips causing Lance's gaze to travel to the washboard abs and trail of hair that disappeared under his waistband. 'I wander where that goes,' Lance thought as a small perverted smile made it's way on his face.

"Holy shit, is that a tattoo?" Lance's stare made its way to Keith's hipbone.

Keith glanced down at the small tattoo that he forgot about. He had gotten it as soon as he turned eighteen and no one knew about it. Not even Pidge. Probably because regular jeans covered it and he always wore a shirt.

"Oh, uh, yeah. It says, 'Be patient' in Korean which is the closest thing to patience yields focus as I could get. Shiro used to say that all the time. I have four tattoos, but the others aren't as meaningful."

Lance nodded and continued to stare barely registering what Keith said. Keith's stomach put his little belly to shame.

"Huh?" Lance said, looking back at Keith who was currently putting his hair in a pony tail, causing Lance's mouth to dry a little. Keith had no right to look that gorgeous.

"I said, do you have a tattoo?" Keith repeated.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I only have one. It's close to where yours is actually." Lance then preceded to turn to the side and partially pull down his pants to where his tattoo rested on his hip.

"It's Mama's favorite saying, 'Te golpearé'. It means I will hit you. And that's also what Mama said as soon as she saw it too. I got it when I was sixteen from a really shady tattoo place in Cuba, but it turned out really well and it's pretty. I was also drunk If that helps."

"Yeah. I would have questioned your sanity if you got that while sober." Keith snickered, sitting on the closed seat of the toilet. Keith was kind of tired, but he liked talking to Lance. He never talked like this to anyone, not even Pidge.

"Hey, close your eyes for a moment." Lance said, as he rummaged around in his bag. "I'm going to pluck your eyebrows."

"Wha-No! Nothing permanent." Keith protested, raising his arms in defense.

"It's not per-never mind. Fine. I'll get them later." Lance said. A large yawn erupted from Keith making Lance yawn too. Lance grabbed his phone and paused the music, checking the time.

"It's two in the morning." Lance said in surprise. "We should probably go to sleep."

"Okay, go to my room." Keith said starting to follow Lance to his room before realizing something. "Oh wait, Lance-,"

"Why is there only one bed?" Lance screeched.

"Oh, uh, yeah. This is a, um, one-bedroom apartment."

"Why didn't you tell me that before? Honestly, I swear-," Then Lance preceded to rant in Spanish, one of the only languages that Keith didn't know.

Keith slid past Lance, who was cursing his name, and sat on the unmade bed.

"Lance." Keith said, blinking slowly.

Lance continued to rant, not hearing Keith, as Keith's head nodded almost throwing him off balance.

"Lance." Keith said louder.

"No, you don't get to speak. We could have been at my place, you on the couch and I could have been on the floor or in my own bed!"

"Lance, I'm tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" Keith slurred, climbing underneath the covers.

"Wha-No!" Lance said, but his feet moved towards the bed.

"Hm." Keith grunted as his eyes closed.

"Hmph. Fine, I guess I'll just have to share this bed, but there will be no touching. Not an inch. You will stay as far away from me as you possibly can. Just because I happen to like guys doesn't mean I like you." Lance declared, slithering underneath the covers and shoving Keith over to the other side of the bed.

"Do you hear me? Don't you move an inch." Lance threatened, as Keith rearranged himself in his sleep. "I'm watching you Kogane. That's right, I know your last name. It was on the hospital paper. Also, that doctor said it. And I know where you live." Lance continued, putting on his eye mask and getting comfortable.

"Don't you dare touch me." Lance murmured as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Lance was warm. Comfortably warm and pressed up against something firm.

"Hmm." He murmured, pressing closer but he felt his body heater shift and a huff somewhere near his ear.

"Mmh?" Lance was confused and moved his one mobile arm to shift the eye mask off of his face.

He was on top of an Asian boy, who's strangely purple eyes weren't looking at him, face the color of a firetruck.

Lance's legs were wrapped around the other's legs, trapping him in Lance's grip. Lance's pelvis was pressed against the man's hip and one of his arms were wrapped around the black-haired man's neck with Lance's entire torso against him.

Then everything came flooding back to Lance and he tried to sit up, but only managed to smack Keith's chin with his head.

"Ack!" They both exclaimed as Lance scrambled to sit up and, once again, grinded against Keith who moaned in surprise.

Lance's heart practically stopped in his chest before beating about, I don't know, four hundred beats per second (just kidding, he would be dead, but his heart was thundering in his chest).

Lance's face turned a very nice shade of embarrassment and stiffened up, not realizing he settled down. Then, Keith's hips jerked upwards involuntarily. Keith's heart, and breathing, stopped.

The both froze for a second before Keith face became a blotchy red.

"God!" Keith exclaimed, jumping from under Lance and staggering to the bathroom before slamming the bathroom door and the door locked. "I'm going to kill myself!" Keith shouted, tears springing up in his eyes.

He slid against the door and put his hands in his head. Keith took a shaky breath as he glared at the very evident tent in his pants.

"You've betrayed me," He sniffled, raking a hand through his hair.

Meanwhile, Lance was freaking out.

"I-oh my god! Keith is going to-he just- we-oh my god!" Lance frantically paced the room, before slamming his pinky toe into the side of Keith's bed frame.

"Fucking quiznack!" Lance screamed, falling to the ground and cupping his foot in his hand.

Keith heard Lance's scream but stayed in the bathroom thinking that it was because of him.

"I'm a mess," Lance said to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut from the pain.

"I'm a mess," Keith said, as he glanced at his softening…never mind.