Chapter 3 - Can You Be Quiet?

Allura, Lance, Hunk, and Shay arrived in time for dinner. They carried in loads of bags with Coran's logo on them, full of food. Allura explained that her Uncle insisted on feeding them, and since they weren't coming to the food, the food would come to them. She added that Uncle would be put out if they didn't dine at the restaurant at least one more time.

"He'll be at the Holt's tomorrow," Allura said, setting the two bags she carried on the counter.

"Which reminds me, I should probably make the flan tonight," Hunk said.

"Yeah, I have to make the dips. The longer they set, the better they'll taste," Keith said, taking two bags from Lance's hand after a quick kiss to the cheek.

When he met Lance's eyes, he saw the anxious question there. Keith gave him a small, tight smile and a slight nod. Lance's expression shifted into a worried look, but Keith set the bags next to Allura's on the counter so he could reach for Lance's hand and give it a little squeeze. "It's okay," he whispered.

Lance nodded, squeezing back, though he didn't look convinced. "Coran loaded us with everything the restaurant makes," Lance said in a light tone. "So, whatever you're in the mood for."

"Where's Shiro?" Allura asked. "Desserts," she explained, putting one whole bag into the fridge.

"Out in Dad's workshop," Keith answered.

The young woman turned, her hand on the top of the open fridge door, and studied him a moment. "Ah. I see. I'll go fetch him."

"Actually," Keith said as Allura let the door shut. "He told me to send Lance to get him when you guys got home."

"Me?" Lance exclaimed.

"Yeah, you," Keith said. "If you're okay with it, baby. If not, I'll go."

The rest of the group all paused in their actions to look at Lance. He looked unsure and uncomfortable, fidgeting with his fingers in the way he did when his anxiety started to rise. "I…I…"

Keith put his hands gently on top of Lance's. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I won't make you. I think he wants to talk to you, but if you're not ready, don't feel like you have to. If you want me with you, I'll be with you. It's whatever you feel comfortable with."

"You won't be mad if I don't?"

"Not at all."

Lance bit his bottom lip, then looked down at their hands. "Okay, I will."

"Are you sure?" Keith asked. He had to admit, deep down, he felt a little relieved. At least Lance would get his apology, whether or not he accepted it. He simply wanted Shiro to apologize so they could go from there. If that meant leaving, they would leave. If that meant Lance would let Shiro (and Pidge) try to heal the wounds they left, they'd stay.

"I am."

"Do you want me to go out there with you?"

"No. No, I'll be fine."

Keith squeezed his hands again. "Okay, baby." He tilted his head up for a kiss, getting a hungry one from Lance with electricity that zapped down to his toes. He pulled back and smiled. "Okay," he said again.

Lance looked at him for a moment, then nodded as he took a deep breath. "Okay. I'll go get this over."

He pulled his hands from Keith's and turned to the door. Allura put her hand on his arm briefly when he walked past her, and he gave her a rakish, little grin that was pure Lance.

"So, you talked to your brother?" Allura asked. She had turned to the cupboards after Lance disappeared to retrieve plates. She handed them to Hunk to set the table.

"I did. I wasn't nice, either."

"Good. He doesn't deserve nice," she said with a sniff. "Can you put the silverware on, Shay?" she asked, digging out the knives and forks from a drawer.

"No, he doesn't," Keith agreed.

"I wish you could hear the things I've been saying to him when we're alone. He's being punished, believe me," she said. "He's not allowed to touch any of this…," she said, pointing at herself, "…until he stops being an asshole."

Keith barked out a little laugh. "I can't thank you enough for supporting us."

"I shouldn't have to," she muttered. "Lance is a delight and I adore him. He's so good for you. You guys are adorable together."

Keith chuckled. "Wine tonight?" he asked. She nodded, so he opened up the fridge for one of the bottles chilling inside. "Thanks. We try to be as adorable as possible."

"It's working," she said, smiling at him. "I wish you all lived closer. I'm going to miss you when you go home. All of you."

"I'll try and be better about visiting," Keith promised.

"We will, too. I think I've only been there once," Allura said, pushing a fingertip against her lower lip.

"Well, it's not like I have much room in the apartment for company," Keith said.

"Huh, that's true," Allura agreed. "Come on, let's get all this food on the table. Shiro and Lance might be awhile, so we can probably start without them."

Everyone was at the table, having already dug into their dinner when Lance and Shiro walked in. Keith couldn't read Lance's expression, but it didn't look upset or stressed. If anything, Keith would say he looked thoughtful. He gave Keith a smile as he settled down in the empty seat next to him.

Keith gestured to the collection of take out containers covering the table. "Take your pick," he invited. "You were right when you said Coran gave us everything he makes."

"He was so insistent!" Lance exclaimed, leaning forward to look over the selection. Keith noticed no hesitation, meaning Lance must feel comfortable, at least. "Uncle is an amazing man."

"I wonder if Keith would agree," Shiro said, giving Keith a smile. Keith could see the nervousness behind it. That he said it in response to Lance showed Keith he was coming through on his promise to try. "Keith wasn't the happiest of employees."

"Coran was a great boss," Keith disagreed. "It was the customers I hated."

"I can't believe that, Keithy," Lance teased. "You are the shining example of exemplary customer service!"

If it got everyone laughing at Keith's expense, it was worth it. Lance felt secure enough to make jokes in front of Shiro and Shiro laughed harder than all of them. He still had to play the part of offended boyfriend, however. He scowled at a grinning Lance. "Nice."

"I have no idea how we're supposed to eat all this dessert," Shay said. They had gathered at the breakfast counter, which was now piled with the desserts Coran pressed on them. There was at least two dozen containers stuffed with cake and pie slices.

"Especially after that dinner," Keith commented, rubbing his full belly.

Lance reached over to pat Keith's belly, too. "Such a cute, little food baby!" he exclaimed.

"Stop," Keith said, slapping his hand away.

"Anyway. We'll do our best to eat it all," Lance said, pulling a slice of cherry pie to himself. "I've got a few corners left to put this."

"I have no idea how you stay so skinny," Keith muttered, considering the peach pie. "You don't even exercise."

"Wait," Shiro said. "You don't exercise?"

"No-ooo?" Lance answered, but with a questioning tone.

Allura now gave Lance a little glare. "That should be illegal."

Lance held up his hands, one clutching a fork. "Hey, blame my Papa. I got his genes. My twin takes after Mama," he said, grinning. "She's not happy about it."

"I didn't realize you had a twin," Shiro said. He'd chosen apple pie.

"Mmhmm. A twin and three other siblings." He rambled on for a bit about his family, answering questions from Allura and Shiro.

"And they love me," Keith put in at one point. He was petty enough to give digs to Shiro as much as he could.

"Well, you are loveable," Allura teased.

"You have wild beliefs about my personality," Keith said sarcastically.

"Oh, no, Keith," Hunk said, throwing his arm around Keith's shoulders. "You are a god among men."

"I think that's you, buddy."

"Yes, I have to agree," Lance said. "Keith's alright, but Hunk is just top tier level."

"That's true," a new voice said - a trembling and unsure tone, barely loud enough to be heard over the laughter. They all turned to see Pidge and Matt standing in the entrance to the kitchen area. Pidge's hands were behind her back and she fidgeted where she stood. She looked terrified and her face flushed brightly. "Hunk is t-t-top tier."

All of them were quiet for a minute. Keith was surprised she was here. He assumed she would stay her stubborn self and avoid them until the party – and even there do her best to keep away from at least him and Lance. Keith glanced at Lance, who wore an expression he couldn't interpret. A blanket of awkwardness fell over all of them.

Lance cleared his throat and put on a smile. Keith knew it wasn't his genuine smile, but one Lance wore when he was trying to be cheerful. "See? Pidge knows I'm right."

The tension in the room lessened like a balloon popping. Relief flooded Pidge's features, though she still eyed them with a guarded expression. The tension didn't completely go and Keith knew it would be there for the rest of the visit. But she was here and looked like she was going to try. Keith knew how tough this was for her, but he couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for her. She'd brought this on herself.

"Want some dessert?" Shay asked, giving the pile of containers a glance. "There's enough here we could probably offer some to the whole neighborhood."

Matt nudged her forward and she swatted at his arm. "I-if it's Coran's, sure."

She inched closer to the group, smiling as Hunk handed her a spoon. "Take your pick," he invited.

She looked at the containers to choose. "Um, Mom sent me to see if you guys needed any help with food."

"You can't cook," Keith pointed out.

"Neither can I Keithy," Lance said. "I still help."

Pidge shot him a grateful look before picking out apple pie. "I shouldn't e-even eat," she stammered. "There's so much food for tomorrow."

"Your mom always go overboard," Allura said, her mouth full of cherry pie.

"It's the Italian thing. If you're not three hundred pounds and holding a plate loaded with pasta, she thinks you're emaciated," Matt said, nudging the boxes around. "You can't imagine how much weight I lost when I moved out and started working out."

"You are pretty buff now," Shiro teased. "Someday you might even attract some girl."

"Or some guy," Matt said with a shrug. "I'm not picky."

"You can't be with that face."

Lance did his little squawk thing. "But he's cute!"

They all laughed as Matt blushed. Except Keith, who grabbed Lance around the waist and gave him a frown. "Excuse me."

"Oh. Um. Not as cute as you, Babycakes," Lance corrected.

"That name is still not on the table," Keith growled.

Both Shiro and Matt looked as if Christmas had come. "Babycakes?" they said in unison.

"Not a thing!"

"Oh, little brother, you are never living that down," Shiro crowed gleefully.

"Fuck you."

"You're gonna suffer for the Babycakes thing," Keith said as he removed his shirt in their room later that night.

Lance, perched on the edge of the bed to watch, ignored him. He held his hands out in front of him and did a 'come here' gesture. "Gimme gimme," he demanded.

"Give you what?" Keith teased, looking down at himself. "You don't mean this?" he asked pointing to his naked torso.

"Yes yes yes, gimme!"

Keith eyed him a moment, then sadly shook his head. "I'm afraid no can do."

"Keithy!" Lance whined.

"After the Babycakes thing? No."

"But…"

"Nope."

Lance slumped, his lips forming a pout. It usually worked, but Keith was set on punishing him. "Can I at least be your big spoon?"

"Maybe we should sleep back to back," Keith suggested, turning to dig through the drawer for a t-shirt. "That way you don't get any ideas."

"I'm sorry about the Babycakes thing," Lance said, doing a good imitation of someone contrite. Keith didn't buy it.

"Mmm…" Keith was non-committal.

"I really am." The blue eyes morphed into his best puppy dog look as Keith approached the bed.

"Scoot over so I can get in."

Instead, Lance grabbed hold of Keith's hips, pulling him closer and between his knees. "Not until you say you believe me."

Keith rolled his eyes, his hands landing on Lance's shoulders. "Okay, okay. I believe you. Can I get into bed now?"

Lance's eyes dipped down, then slowly trailed his gaze up Keith's body until he looked back into Keith's eyes. Something about the leering expression made Keith's stomach swoop in a pleasant way. "I don't know…" Lance drawled, a very wicked smile forming on his lips. "This right here is a very," he paused, dipping his eyes down and up again, "convenient position."

With a dry mouth, Keith replied, trying to play it off as if he were clueless, "Convenient for what?"

With a little lick of his lips that made Keith catch his breath, Lance said, "I'm sure I can think of something."

Keith was tempted, though he wanted to talk to Lance rather than have Lance's mouth engaged otherwise. However, he had suffered serious blue balls the previous night when Shiro cockblocked him. He was so close to knowing what it would feel like - to have that gorgeous mouth on him. He lifted a hand to run his fingers through Lance's hair, looking down into his eyes and trying to read what Lance was thinking.

He seemed happier now. Not perfect and not at one hundred percent, and Keith knew it would take time. Whatever Shiro and Pidge had said to him when they apologized appeared to help. That Lance was willing to do this sort of thing now, in the bedroom across the hall from Shiro and Allura, gave Keith a big clue something had shifted in Lance's mind that Shiro's opinion wasn't as important as it had been.

The rest of their evening had been…good. Not perfectly wonderful and at ease. A certain level of awkwardness and tension hung over the group as they ate and laughed and ate and cooked and ate and got in each other's way. Keith had to give Shiro and Pidge credit. They tried. Clumsy attempts, to be sure, but they tried. Lance was gracious, as he always was with everyone, but Keith could see the hurt still lingering in his demeanor.

Lance wasn't as goofy and outgoing as he was when it was just them, Hunk, and Shay. He also wasn't as stiff and quiet as he had been since they arrived in Garrison City. It was sort of mid-range Lance, but it was better than the completely different Lance he had turned into.

Keith, who was mixing dips at the counter while Hunk struggled with the flan at the stove, saw that Shiro spoke to Lance a few times. They were at the other end of the room, so Keith didn't hear what they said to each other, but it didn't look like Lance was particularly upset. Guarded would be the word Keith used. Pidge kept her distance from both him and Lance, which didn't surprise Keith in the least. Pidge hated to admit she was wrong, so this was typical of her. That she showed up – and Keith had a suspicion Colleen, Sam, and Matt had a lot to do with it – was huge.

So, the evening hadn't gone as evenings among Keith's friends and family had before, with the easy give-and-take, sarcastic teasing, and evident love…but it wasn't bad. Not as bad as it had been for the entire week.

When Pidge and Matt left, taking a tote of Keith's dips along with them, Shiro volunteered to clean up after Keith and Hunk – saying it was the least he could do since he wasn't contributing to the feast. Hunk decided to make his other dish the next morning and, after a long and emotional day, they'd all decided to pack up the remainder of Coran's generosity and head to bed.

Now, with Lance looking up eagerly at him and Keith's desire to see how far Lance would take this, he felt his resistance crumbling. It couldn't hurt to fool around. It's not that Shiro didn't already think they were, and who cared what Shiro thought anyway?

"I guess. You sometimes have good ideas," Keith teased.

"Only the best, Babycakes."

"Okay, that did it," Keith said, sliding his hand to Lance's forehead and pushing him away. He tried to step back out of Lance's grip, but Lance, with an evil laugh, crossed his ankles behind Keith's feet and tightened his grip on Keith's hips.

"I said I was sorry!"

"And yet, you keep doing it."

"Okay okay, I'll stop. Sweetheart, Keithy, Darling, Baby – not Babycakes, Honeybuns…"

"No to that one, too."

Lance's thumbs played with the waistband of Keith's shorts. "You know," Lance said, his voice shifting from playful to something…else. "It was kind of dark in the kitchen last night. I didn't get a good look at you."

"You mean at my dick?"

"Keith!"

"What?"

Lance spluttered a moment while Keith fought back laughter. "You can't just say that!"

"What should I say? Want it dirtier? Then my cock, I guess. Or scientific? How about 'Lance would you like to see my penis?'?"

"Oh my fucking god."

"Or how about PG? My pee pee? My doodle?"

"I swear…that's worse."

"Or should I go Harlequin Romance or something? My manhood? My length? My hardness?" Keith rattled off.

"Jesus, fucking…no!"

"Does fuckstick work?"

Lance finally burst out into his genuine laugh and the sound, which Keith hadn't heard in almost a week, sent his heart soaring. Lance curled up, his forehead pressing into Keith's stomach, which only put his mouth closer to where Keith was hoping it would end up. "You are such a brat!"

Keith would be a brat as much as possible if it got this beloved laugh from his boyfriend. His hand pressed the back of Lance's head as his other hand curled into the fabric on the shoulder of Lance's t-shirt. Okay, Lance was dangerously close now and he knew Lance would know how much the thought of having his shorts pulled down excited him. "You like it."

Lance hummed then as his laughter died down. "I do," Lance said. He cleared his throat after a few moments. "So. Yeah. If you're okay with it. I-I'd like to try again."

"Are you sure?"

"Can you be quiet?"

"I honestly don't know," Keith said with a little chuckle. "I mean, when I, um, took care of myself when I lived here, I could. But that definitely wasn't the same as someone else doing it to me."

"Fair. I don't know if I could be quiet, either."

"Look, the number of times I had to listen to Shiro and Adam…" he shrugged. "Payback is hell."

A gleam of mischief shone in Lance's eyes. "Aren't you making Shiro sing that song sometime, too?"

"Oh fuck yes! I think it's why he's been a jerk. He doesn't want to sing it."

Keith hoped mentioning his idiot brother's attitude wouldn't affect Lance, but if anything, it deepened the look of mischief. "That makes a lot of sense, actually. Clears up a few things," he said. "But, I really don't want to talk about him right now. I'd rather put my mouth to much better use."

Lance's fingers fumbled at Keith's waistband, hooking inside and pulling slowly down. He smiled at Keith's boxers, black with little green alien heads. "You want me to, uh, lay down or…?"

"I'm comfy here," Lance said, pulling the shorts to Keith's ankles. Keith stepped out of them, his eyes steady on Lance's face, which looked both determined and thirsty. Lance stared at the bulge in front of him, much more noticeable in the boxers than with Keith's bulky shorts. He reached up, fingers gentle and curious, and the light touches through the fabric almost brought a moan from Keith.

'Shit,' he thought. 'He hasn't even done anything.'

"Still okay?" Lance asked, as if Keith was the one doing something that took their relationship to the next level.

"I am if you are," Keith murmured.

"I'll be better in a minute," Lance promised. Taking a deep breath, he tugged at Keith's boxers, shimmying them down Keith's hips until his cock popped out, bouncing up in a way that made Lance laugh nervously.

"Don't make my pee-pee bounce like that," Keith said.

"Okay, seriously? If you call it that again, I'll bite."

"Don't use your teeth at all," Keith warned.

"Then don't call this…," he said, wrapping his long fingers around Keith's dick, "…a pee-pee."

Keith really couldn't call it anything anymore. The feel of Lance's firm grip rendered him speechless. Firm, but with a slight tremble that reminded him of the previous night. Lance did seem more sure of himself, though, and stared at his dick for what felt like forever, then leaned forward for a little kitten lick on the head.

Keith blushed at the high-pitched noise from the back of his throat. Fuck, it was just a little lick, but the noise gave Lance courage, so he licked the head again. "Doesn't taste bad," he commented.

Keith let his breath out in a rush. "Fuck. I'm glad you like."

"Oh, I do!" His free hand pressed the front side of Keith's stomach, pushing up Keith's t-shirt so it wouldn't get in the way. "You should have left your shirt off," he complained.

"I didn't think you'd have my dick in your mouth."

"Fair," Lance said. Now he slid his lips over the head and Keith had to bite back another moan, pressing his fist against his own lips at the feeling of that warm, wet mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned.

Lance chuckled around his cock, the vibrations adding a different aspect of pleasure. Keith always knew this would feel good, and even though Lance was a little hesitant and clumsy, he made up for it with enthusiasm – Keith had never felt something so good. He had a brief thought about why the fuck had he waited so long, but it was soon replaced with the thought that it could never be as good as this, because he loved the person giving it to him.

He fought between watching and tilting his head back with his eyes closed. Fuck, it felt so good. Even the occasional teeth scrapes gave him a heart-stopping thrill accompanied by a gasped "It's okay" to Lance's muttered apologies.

Yes, there was too much spit and too much teeth, but it was perfect. Lance bobbed and sucked, licked and kissed, pumped his hand as he caught his breath before diving back in. He ripped a deep moan from Keith when he tried to see how much he could take in his mouth, gagging when the tip reached the back of his throat. "Shhhhh," Lance cautioned, wiping at his mouth and letting Keith's t-shirt fall to cover his happy trail.

"I can't, baby, you're so good."

The longer Lance went the smoother and better he got. He responded to the way Keith responded, returning to movements that elicited sounds, laving with his tongue to give Keith a breather. "I like this," he said at one point.

Keith couldn't think of a reply…because Keith could barely think of anything apart from those beautiful lips on him. "I'm c-close," he warned through gritted teeth.

"Come in my mouth," Lance encouraged, pumping his hand faster.

Keith's legs were trembling. Standing upright while getting a blowjob wasn't the easiest thing to do. His hands were now on Lance's shoulders, keeping himself steady, though gods it felt like his knees were going to buckle. Why hadn't he lain on the bed, or sat down? He felt his own hips jerk forward, chasing the feeling Lance was freely giving him. Fuck, he couldn't wait to pin this boy down on their bed and fuck him into the mattress. Fucking ten date rule.

"I-I'm. I'm…" he managed, gasping as the coiled feeling in his dick released. "Fuck," he shouted. "Fuck!"

He should not have opened his eyes as he came, not even half-way. He could see Lance with his mouth open and tongue out, trying to catch his cum like he was trying to catch popcorn. Most made it in his mouth as Keith rode his orgasm, letting out a deep groan as a spurt hit Lance's cheek. The visual was too much and he felt a little kick on his orgasm he'd never felt before. It may have had more to do with Lance licking now at the head of his cock, but Keith had never felt it like this.

"Stop!" he gasped when Lance's kitten licks turned to overstimulation. Lance did, pulling back a little and looking up at Keith.

"Did I do okay?"

The question got a breathless laugh from Keith. "Okay?" he rasped, his voice gone from all the strain of holding back. "Fuck. Sweetheart. Fuck that was…"

"Keithy?"

"You're perfect. Gods, you are perfect," he crooned, moving a hand to weakly brush back the hair falling on Lance's forehead. "So fucking perfect."

Lance flushed. "You're sweet, and I know it's the orgasm talking. It was a little sloppy and messy," he said.

"No, baby. No. You made me feel," he paused. "It's never felt like that."

Lance grinned. "Okay, good. That's what I wanted to do."

Keith stepped back so he could bend down to pull his underwear back up. "You've got a little," Keith said, gesturing vaguely at his own face. "Stuff on you."

"Cum?" Lance asked. He wiped at his cheek, smearing it. "Oh shit! Uh, I think I'll go wash this off," he decided. "And take a quick shower."

"Are you sure you don't want me to return the favor?"

Lance hummed, tightening his grip around Keith's waist. They lay next to each other on the futon, spooned with Lance tucked close. "I took care of it in the shower."

Keith made a disappointed sound. "Well, that's offensive."

Lance squeezed him again. "Don't be offended, Keithy. I figured if you made that much noise I would make a lot more. There's no way I could be quiet with your mouth on my dick, so I figured best to save that for home."

"Nice," Keith snorted.

"But I did like sucking you off. I liked how it felt and watching your face."

"I can't wait to do you."

Lance kissed him on his neck, which wasn't helping his horny mood. Lance was right, though. With things tense the way they were, he didn't want to push Lance too much. He still had no idea what Lance was thinking about everything after today.

As if reading his mind, Lance said, "You haven't asked me about my talk with Shiro."

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk about it."

"Of course I do. I want to talk to you about everything."

"We also didn't have much of a chance after. And then we came in here and you seduced me."

"I didn't hear you complaining."

"True," Keith agreed. After a silent moment, he said, "Do you want to talk about it now?"

"Yeah."

Keith wriggled onto his back so he could look at Lance. Lance propped himself up on his arm, his free hand lifted to rest on Keith's chest. Both of Keith's hands came up to play with Lance's fingers. "So, what did he say?"

"He apologized," Lance said. "Explained himself. I imagine a lot of what he probably told you. About how he felt responsible for you and how hard it was to see you as an adult and how he was scared of letting your dad down."

"Yeah, that's what he told me."

"He sounded sincere. He really loves you. Like, I get it, because I've got siblings, but I'm the baby of the family. I don't know what it's like to have a younger sibling. Let alone one who I'm responsible for."

"You have your niece and nephew," Keith pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'm not fully responsible for them," he said, then sighed. "I get it. He's protective of you. It doesn't excuse him, but I understand."

"No, it doesn't excuse him."

"He said he was glad you found me, or," Lance said, a fleeting smile dancing across his lips, "that I found you. He thanked me for making you so happy."

Keith blinked a few times, digesting that information. Shiro had said as much to him, but he was surprised he told Lance. "Well, he's not wrong. You do make me happy."

"Keith," Lance whined, pressing his face into Keith's chest to hide his blush.

"Anything else?" Keith asked after a few minutes of stroking Lance's hair.

"That was mostly everything," Lance answered, lifting his head. "I thanked him for apologizing, like I thanked Pidge, but told him it would take me awhile to accept it. He understood and said he'd try his best to make it up to me."

"And what do you think?"

"I do think he was sincere," Lance said. Keith nodded. "And I don't know. He did try tonight. So did Pidge. Kind of. I'm…"

"You're?" Keith prompted after a pause of Lance's silence.

"I'm not ready, yet. I hope that's okay?"

"Of course it is," Keith reassured him.

"I'll try, though. Since they're trying."

"I saw you do that tonight. I'm proud of you."

Lance scooted over closer so he could kiss Keith, a sweet and chaste one tasting of love and toothpaste. "I know you said we'd go back home if I wanted."

"Do you want to? We can leave first thing tomorrow."

Lance shook his head, giving Keith a fond smile. "No. I don't want to take you away from your family."

"And I told you I would…"

Lance pressed his pointer finger against Keith's lips to shut him up. "And you don't know how much that means to me," he said. "Let's see how the weekend goes and then we can decide."

Keith licked the finger against his lips, knowing Lance would pull it away. "Sounds good, baby."

"Now flip onto your side so I can snuggle up against you," Lance ordered.

"You sure you don't want me to return the favor on your wangdoodle?" Keith asked.

With a laugh, Lance shoved him over onto his side. "Keep it up and I'll kick you in your wangdoodle."