Chapter 6: none of that

Lance felt super self concsious as Keith stared up at him through the window.

Keith's mouth slowly formed into a small smile. " Sure."

Lance smiled. " Cool." Lance got down from the rec room, grabbed his bag and found Keith's ( it was pretty easy, his was red with the letters KOGANE sewn on the front in bold ) and headed to the door. " Comin'?"

Keith nodded. Lance led Keith out to his car, put the bags in the backseats, and hopped in the drivers seat. Keith was in the passenger seat, looking around Lance's car. There that feeling was again, the self concsiousness.

" You're car is nice." Keith said.

Lance let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. " Oh. Thanks."

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Lance trudged up the stairs to his apartment, completely silent.

" You know, i can carry my own bag." Keith said.

" I know."

" Then why-"

" Because I'm trying to be nice."

" Okay, whatever you say."

Lance shifted Keith's bag over his left shoulder again, letting his own drag. Lance found his keys and opened his door. " After you."

Lance saw Keith's eyes light up a bit, and Keith laughed lightly. Keith stepped through the door. " Wow."

Lance shut the door behind him. " Eh? Right? It's pretty cool."

Keith was already at the other side of the TV place. " How many rooms do you even have?!"

Lance thought. " TV room, kitchen, my room, Hunk's room, 2 bathrooms, 2 closets, i think that's it."

" Oh my god. Your couch is so freaking soft." Keith sat on the couch. " AND YOUR TV! Is that a flatscreen curve?"

" yeeeep." Lance smiled. He set his bag down and kicked his shoes off. " Your bag, sir Keith." Lance held out Keith's bag with one hand, bowing.

" Thank you, butler Lance." Keith said in a british accent so fake, Lance had to hold his breath not to laugh.

" Mmmyes indeeed." Lance tried for snooty-ish.

Keith laughed. Lance was just so taken away by his laugh, that... he fell over again.

" Oh my god- are you okay?" Keith asked, half laughing.

" Hhttwwpphhbttnnmmmsssipphhsmnnnhhpppddmmnnppphh..." Lance mumbled into the floor.

" What was that, butler Lance?"

Lance lifted his head up. " It would be nice if someone helped me up!"

Keith laughed again and held out a hand for Lance, who took it and stood. Lance realized he was a good 2 or 3 inches taller than Keith. Hmm.

" Don't laugh at me! I am very graceful." Lance lifted one leg out behind him.

" Sure you are." Keith started spinning, and a second almost too late, Lance realized what Keith was doing.

Lance held out his arms, and Keith fell backwards into them, looking up at Lance. " Super graceful."

" Hey! I least i caught you! I could just let you fall, ya know." Lance rotorted.

" But you didn't." Keith stood, and grabbed his bag, slinging over his shoulder. He spread his hands out expectantly.

" Oh!" Lance facepalmed, standing normally. " Yeah yeah, Hunk is staying with Shay tonight, so really, make youself at home. You have freedom to anyplace." Lance shrugged.

" I guess i could just stay on this couch." Keith said.

Lance rolled his eyes. " No. no, no no no for that. None of that."

" None of what?"

" You're gonna sleep in a real bed. I demand it."

" An since when are you the boss, butler Lance?"

" Since you stepped foot in my damn apartment."

" Because you offered."

" Yeah well- whatever. But you are not gonna sleep on that couch."

" I don't want to sleep in Hunk's room without permission! Isn't that like, breaking trust or something?" Keith crossed his arms.

Lance fumbled with his hands, and cleared his throat. Yay, another bad idea. " W-well uh, i guess, i mean..."

" Yeah...?"

" You c-could... you c-could sleep in m-my bed. I mean, I-i'll just sleep on the c-couch." Lance looked down.

Keith seemed cool about it. " Okay." Lance heard Keith walk down the hallway, then scream, " OH MY LANTA YOUR ROOM IS DECKED OUT IN FUCKING BLUE."

Lance laughed, and followed Keith. " Blue's my favorite color!"

" Sure, but your pillows, sheets, matress, walls, desk, door, lamp, fan, EVERYTHING IS BLUE." Keith covered his eyes. " It's killing me."

" Hey, at least it's a darker shade. You should see Hunk's room. It's like staring at a yellow laser. I still don't know how he stands it." Lance pondered.

" Whatever." Keith threw his bag down, and kicked off his shoes. He sat on Lance's bed. " Oh my- nope. You guys live like fucking kings, and it's..."

Keith layed down, his arms sprawled out. He closed his eyes, his pale lips slightly parted. " Amazing."

" Yappp." Lance popped the p. He went back to the kitchen, and opened the fridge. " Hey, Keith?" He yelled.

Keith yelled back. " Yeah?"

" Do you wanna snack? We have just about everything."Lance dug out a chocolte bar filled with caramel. " Hunk tells me not to eat it, i will." He said to himself.

Lance saw Keith com around the corner, and stand next to Lance. " Cocolate? Really?"

" Uhhuh. Want some?" Lance got out another one.

" Yes, please." Keith took a bite of the chocolate. " Oh my god- you have no idea how long it's been since i've had chocolate."

" Really? Managers are that mean?" Lance asked.

" Don't tell me you've never had a manager."

" I haven't. Unless you could count Shiro, but nooo..."

" Really? You're so lucky."

Lance shrugged, sitting on the couch. " i guess."

Keoth yawned, stretching his arms up, where Lance could see his v-line. Lance felt the heat all over his face and neck, and shoved his face in a pillow.

Lance heard Keith let out a small sigh. " Well, I'm gonna get some sleep."

" Night, Keith." Lance set the pillow down, his face cooling.

" Night." Keith walked down the hall.

Lance turned the main light off, sprawled out on the couch. His last thought was-

When is Hunk getting home?