They trained all day. Keith disarming Lance every time he had the chance. Lance didn't disarm him once. But, eventually he anticipated Keith's movements and caught him off guard, he then simultaneously disarmed and pinned him to the ground. He lay on top of him to keep him from moving.
"I win." Lance says as Keith stared up at his grinning face, blushing slightly. Lance noticed this but overlooked it.
"Yeah, I guess you did."
They stared at each other in that position, a small blush creeping up Lance's neck, making the tips of his ears turn red. Keith found that adorable. Lance realized that he was blushing but in an effort to keep himself from crushing Keith, he couldn't move his hand to cover it.
Keith was distracted by how blue Lance's eyes were and Lance distracted by Keith' soft hair. He twirled a strand of it around his finger. Then, as if he just came down to earth, Lance cleared his throat and rolled off. Helping up Keith after him.
"We should try that again. No weapons this time, just fists." Lance looks over to Keith and nods. Getting ready before he's knocked over by Keith's fist. He takes a step back and puts his hand to his chest.
"What happened to going easy on me?" He teased.
"We both know I didn't mean it," he replied with a swing at Lance's face.
"Alright, pretty boy," he says laughing. "Let's go." Lance's laugh threw Keith off, he missed hearing his light laughter. Lance took that chance to swing at Keith hitting him square in the chest. Keith stared at him shocked, the air from his lungs was emptied on impact.
"Good," he said. "Now do it again." He spread his arms leaving himself no protection. Lance fell for it and charged at Keith, fist drawn back. At the last moment Keith grabbed his fist in one hand and his forearm in another a flipped him to the ground. He sat on his chest before Lance could even think to get up. He lowered his head by his ear and whispered "Who's winning now?"
Lance sucked in a breath and let out a long laugh.
"What's so funny," Keith said, blushing again at the sound of his laughter. He look down at Lance. Taking in the small crinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth as he laughed.
Lance brought his hands up behind Keith's neck making him tense. He moved Keith's head down slowly so their foreheads touched.
"It's funny, that you think you won," his voice low.
"Wha-" Keith was cut off by Lance, whose lips were on his. His brain shutdown. All he could think was "I'm kissing Lance McClain." After he got over his initial shock he kissed back.
Lance thought he was a good kisser until he kissed Keith. The boy made his resolution melt. His brain wasn't functioning. His nerves frayed. He couldn't remember how to breathe.
In short, kissing Keith was everything he thought it would be.
When they finally pulled apart they were both gasping for air. Keith got off Lance only to sit down next to him.
"Damn," Lance said to which Keith smirked.
"Would you believe I'd never kissed anyone till now?" Keith asked.
"No way dude, I'm your first kiss?" Lance shot up into a sitting position. "But then how are you so good at this!"
"Don't know, never was into romance." He said then looking up at Lance. "Till I met you, but that night I thought you'd forgotten all about me. You didn't seem to even remember what we had back at the Garrison."
Lance scoffed. "Dude, you're kidding right? I thought you didn't remember me! So, of course, I didn't tell you that I spent every night thinking of you. Remembering how much I loved you."
Keith brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin in between them. "Do you mean it?"
"What part?" Lance asked.
"All of it."
"Of course I mean it Keith." He said scooting in front of him. "I really do love you. I did then, and I do now. And," he chuckled to himself, "believe it or not I really did spend every night think about you. Since the day I first met you and stuck my tongue out at you, and you did the same,"
"Heh, yeah. I remember that."
"But the point is that I love you Keith. You're perfect in every single way. And I can't think of any other way I'd spend my life if you weren't by my side." Lance took a deep breath and continue shyly, "You were the first person to show me colors."
"Really?" Keith said still looking down.
"Yeah," Lance said smiling. "And I hope you feel the same because it would suck if my soulmate wasn't my soulmate."
Keith paused and looked at Lance like he couldn't believe what he'd just admitted to. Then looked down. Lance's heart fell. Then Keith started laughing. It started out small but got louder and louder, till he was clutching his sides and crying tears of joy.
"Oh my god. You big cheese." He looked at Lance's upset frown and burst out laughing again.
"What?! Why are you laughing? Was it something I said?" Lance was officially confused. He had no idea if Keith felt the same or if he was making fun of him. He gave up.
He was standing up to leave, when Keith grabbed his wrist. "No wait, I'm sorry for laughing. I love you too, you dork."
"Really? Then why the hell were you laughing?"
"Because you're so cliché. But that's what I like about you. You don't care what comes out of your mouth or if it gets you into trouble. You always says what comes to mind. And those kind of people are the best types of people, because they're the most sincere." At this point Lance was blushing at Keith's words. But Keith wasn't finished just yet. "And what you just said about me was the most sincere thing that anyone's ever said to me. And I love you for it, Lance. Thank you."
"Anytime," Lance returned.
Keith stood and offered his hand to Lance. He took it and hauled himself up.
They walked together to Lance's room. It was getting late. The other Paladins had already gone to sleep.
"Keith, do you want to sleep with me tonight?" Lance said immediately. He didn't want to let Keith go off on his own. And he wanted to make sure he even slept at all.
"Sure," Keith said shrugging.
"Alright then. C'mon, we're going to put on a face mask."
"Ugh, no," Keith groaned.
"Too late. You already said yes," Lance said tugging him into his room.
