Author's Note:

Thank you to everyone who has liked and reviewed this story! It's been a lot of fun to write.

With season 7 coming out very soon, I'm not sure if I'll be keeping this story going- I really want to write a more updated one since this is still from about season 1 or 2. I don't really feel like it's finished though, and I had a few more ideas, so I might have a few more chapters.

I also really feel like I need some more ideas for other stories, so if there's anything you'd want to read feel free to let me know and I might be able to write it. Thanks again! xx

Lance's body became very still, rigid, his heart pounding in his ears. The pain, the regret that he had heard in Keith's voice, spilling from each word, was enough to make all his limbs seize up and his blood run cold. His eyes glazed over, refusing to focus on anything in particular.

"What?" Lance's voice was barely audible, trembling.

"What are we going to do? We clearly can't tell anyone on the team, and we're clearly not going to be able to keep it secret for long."

At these words, Lance felt something inside him shatter, and his body lurched violently. He felt nauseous, almost as if he might be sick. Keith caught him roughly as he began to fall, slipping off the edge of the bed.

"Lance? Lance, are you ok?"

Lance didn't know why he was reacting this way, almost entirely against his own will. It was unnatural for him to do this after a breakup- as if this even counted as a breakup. Lance and Keith were never together, except for that one night, that one glorious, perfect night. And it wasn't as if Lance's feelings for Keith really ran that deep- through his veins, throughout his entire body, to the tips of his fingers and the tips of his toes…it dawned on him suddenly that maybe, just maybe, he did feel more for Keith than he had let himself believe, but he chose to bury this realisation quickly.

Keith's arms were still wrapped around Lance's middle, fighting a losing battle to keep him on the bed. He jerked back abruptly, pulling Lance with him so that he was now pressed firmly against his chest. Keith ran a gentle finger across the blue paladin's cheek, and Lance was horrified to discover that a few tears had escaped his eyes. He wiped at them furiously.

"Lance." Keith's voice was impossibly soft, a new fondness spilling into his tone. "Are you ok?"

Lance drew in a shuddering breath and nodded, before changing his mind and shaking his head.

"I don't know," he sighed, his head falling onto Keith's shoulder. "I just...I just..."

Keith wrapped his arms tighter around Lance, propping his chin on his head. Lazily, he stroked Lance's back, sending an electric pulse through the blue paladin. They remained like this until Lance's body stopped trembling and he stopped hyperventilating. Keith continued to run his fingers up and down Lance's spine, making him feel alive with electricity.

When he was ready to speak, Lance pushed away from Keith's chest, catching his hand and knitting their fingers together. Keith watched his movements fondly, smiling at the way Lance fiddled awkwardly with his fingers.

Lance finally lifted his gaze to meet Keith's, stubborn tears still prickling at the corners of his eyes.

"I just don't want this to end, Keith."

A sudden rush of panic flooded Keith. It seemed that he had already forgotten what he had said earlier, and he deeply regretted it- it was apparent that in the past few moments, watching Lance, holding him, reassuring him, Keith had managed to fall even harder for the boy.

"I mean, it's barely started, but I…I want to see where it could go." Lance stumbled over his words, and once he had finally managed to string together a coherent sentence, he just stopped, plunging the room into silence. He dipped his head, staring at his fingers, which were still laced with Keith's.

"Me, too." Lance's head shot up, his eyes searching Keith's face for any sign of dishonesty, but the only thing he was a fondness that made his breath hitch. In a sudden flurry of courage, Lance pulled Keith's head to his, their lips pressing harshly together. The paladins melted into the kiss, their bodies piecing together so correctly, so perfectly it hardly seemed possible.

When they finally broke apart, they couldn't bear to lose the other's warmth, so they simply sat with their foreheads pressed together, panting slightly from the lack of air. Both reflected the others dumb grin, their hand still looped around the others neck.

"Ok," was all that Lance managed to say, his mind having been wiped clean from the feeling of Keith's body on his.

"Ok," Keith agreed, nodding his head softly against Lance's.

Lance fell backwards onto the bed, dragging Keith with him so that it was now Lance cuddling Keith into his chest.

"I told you I was the big spoon," Lance muttered triumphantly. Keith responded with a simply nod that tickled Lance's chin with his wisps of hair. The blue paladin hummed at the feeling of Keith moving against him, feeling his warmth shift against his body. He felt his eyes fall closed, the soft whispers of sleep tempting him.

"We can't tell anyone, though," Lance slurred. "I'm not exactly out yet….and I'd prefer not to get into that right now…"

From somewhere in the depths of sleep, Lance felt Keith's body tense against him. In an effort to relax him, Lance drew him closer. His attempt was met with resistance, and Lance felt Keith sit up beside him. Pulling himself out of the temptation of sleep, Lance managed to push himself up as well.

"Are you ok?"

Keith's eyes were wide with realisation, and he shook his head vigorously. He scurried out of bed, scanning the room for his jacket, which he realised he already had on.

"Keith, what's up?" Lance's voice grew panicky, and he felt the nauseous feeling return.

Keith looked over at Lance and, upon noticing the same anxious expression on his face, walked up to him and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead. This seemed the calm Lance slightly, however he was still extremely confused about Keith's sudden burst of action.

"Before, when Shiro came in, he told me to come out for lunch. I don't know how long it's been, but they'll probably be expecting me soon," Keith spoke softly, gently, his voice like velvet on Lance's skin. He felt a shiver spark across his spine.

Keith grasped Lance's hand, pulling him into a tight embrace. Knowing full well that they would soon have to face the other paladins, together, but not together, they held onto each other desperately. Neither knew how difficult it would be to not only be apart, but to have to act as if they despised each other.

Finally, Keith drew in a steadying breath, and pushed away from Lance. He studied Lance closely, cupping his cheek and tracing the lines of his face with his thumb. Lance felt his face heat.

"You have…a very nice face," Keith muttered, his voice sounding very far away. Lance's eyes grew wide, the compliment making his face flush an even darker crimson. He snorted, a sound that would be unattractive to anyone but Keith. Keith suddenly looked very startled.

"What…? What did I say?"

Lance smiled softly. "Nothing. Just…maybe leave to flirting to me."

Keith returned Lance's smile, his expression full of an emotion Lance didn't quite recognise.

"Ok, time to go." Keith drew back his shoulders, puffing out his chest, as if that could make this any easier. He started towards the door, then paused, turning back to Lance.

"It might be better if…" he trailed off, not wishing to finish the sentence. Instead, he gestured towards to door. Lance nodded stiffly, deciding it was probably best he wasn't found in Keith's room after he had left. Combing down his hair with his fingers, he took several steps towards the door, the hallway, and the other paladins, where he would have to pretend that he hated the very same person he had spent the night with. He sighed, drew himself up, and squared his shoulders, preparing to face whatever was beyond that door.

"Wait!" he heard Keith say harshly. Lance turned, and was surprised to find Keith launching himself at him, their lips colliding harshly. He stumbled backwards, his back hitting the closed door behind him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. They tangled themselves in each other, fingers in hair and arms around necks and legs around waists.

They parted slowly, painfully. Lance looked at Keith, and when he saw the happy-dumb grin that split the red paladins face, he knew they would be ok- even if the entire world were to find out tomorrow, they would be ok.

Lance reached behind him for the knob and opened the door, all the while still staring into Keith's eyes. Even as he stepped out into the hallway, he didn't look away. It seemed he had gotten lost in there, and wasn't even trying to navigate his way out. Only when the door fell closed behind him did he finally realise what had happened, and that he was now standing in the middle of the open hallway, in front of Keith's room, with the most obvious, love-struck smile on his face.

Lance's body suddenly flooded with adrenaline, spilling out from his veins. He quickly gained his composure, and turned in the direction of his room. His was the furthest down the hall, and the closest to the bathroom, which was very convenient for his regular beauty routines.

As he neared his room, Lance heard footsteps coming towards him. He stiffened, trying to act casual as he rounded the corner and-

"Pidge!" he cried, his voice far too high and jumpy to be natural. Understandably, she stumbled backwards, Lance's sudden outburst having frightened her considerably. She peered up at him with a shocked expression, which quickly melted into something rather mischievous.

"Why hello, Lance," Pidge chuckled, adjusting her glasses as she did so. Something about her tone made something stir in the pit of Lance's stomach. It sounded almost as if she knew…He discarded the thought quickly, convincing himself that there was no way she could know what had happened. Pidge took his awkwardness only as more proof of what had occurred. She idled past him, still smiling wickedly.

"Will you be joining us for lunch?" Pidge plastered on an expression of fake innocence, batting her eyelashes comically. "Keith will be there."

Too late, Lance registered what she had said and scoffed loudly, too loudly. "Why would I care if Keith's gonna be there?" His tone was a terrible impersonation of his usual voice.

Pidge just shrugged as she strode down the hall.

Panic seized Lance as he continued to his room, however by the time he was safely behind the door he had managed to ease his worries. After all, there was absolutely no way Pidge could know anything about what had happened between him and Keith.