THESE ARE SO SHORT IM SORRY BUT I CANT FIND THE TIME TO WRITE THEM
Lance walked out of the bathroom in the middle of brushing his teeth. "I'm just saying," he continued, muffled by the toothpaste, "I totally had the situation under control."
Keith raised an eyebrow. "You didn't see the guy behind you."
"I totally did!"
"Whatever you say, Lance."
Lance went back into the bathroom, spit, rinsed his mouth, and came back out. "You're the worst."
Keith made room for him on the bed, pulling the blankets down on Lance's side. "You don't actually mean that."
Lance huffed. "Fine. You're right. I don't."
Keith smirked.
Lance climbed in next to him, sinking under the covers. Keith, after shutting off the light, slipped down beside him.
He wrapped his arms around Lance from behind. One wormed between Lance and the mattress, the other draped on top of his side. Lance shifted against him.
Leaning forward, Keith pressed a lingering kiss to Lance's forehead. He didn't take his time pulling back, letting his lips warm Lance's skin.
"I love you, Lance."
"Yeah, yeah." Lance smiled. "I love you, too."