Keith awoke with Lance's face pressed into the back of his neck and arm slinked around his waist. It was almost thought of as romantic until Keith realized both of his arms were asleep.

Groaning, hating the sensation of his limbs falling asleep, he pulled himself from Lance's grip and sat up. Stretching, he yawned, "Wake up, Lance," he says over his shoulder. Lance stirred a little, rolling over.

"5 more minutes,"

"Now," Kieth kicks his legs over the side and Lance topples out.

With a thud, he slowly says, "...How cruel you are Keith,"

"Get up,"

"Not even an apology. Is your heart so cold~" Lance says dramatically, rising to his feet.

"Do you want breakfast or not?"

"I do." they heard a knock coming from the front door.

"I got it!" Lance ran for it.

"No wait-"

He already swung the door open.

What if it was some criminal? Or the guy behind the assassination attempts? Did Lance have no sense of caution?

"Hello~! Oh, hey Tellru."

It was just Tellru, good.

When Tellru stepped in, she lifted a bag with some food, "Hungry?"

"Always,' Lance says.

"Hey," Keith cleared his throat awkwardly. Struggling to look at Lance directly, he recalled the nights before. He always seemed to recall all the wrong things at the worse times, "Hey Tellru," he says again. She tossed him a small pile of clothes. Staring at them curiously, he raised his eyebrow, "What are these?"

"Tellru, did you make us new clothes?" Lance tossed his pajama shirt off and Keith had to look away. Internally screaming the entire 10 seconds it took Lance to place back on a shirt, he coughed into his hand.

"O-Oh… Thank you Tellru, you didn't have too."

She was giving him a squinty-eyed look, "It's no problem," she says suspiciously, "You both have been wearing the same stuff for a week. You need variety," she insists, "Plus, I don't mind. I always wanted to make clothes when I was younger, but my life lead towards deciphering languages instead. I'm happy to be given the chance to pursue a childhood dream."

"I definitely appreciate it," Lance stepped back to show off the outfit. "How do I look?"

"It fits you perfectly." Tellru clapped a little. Keith couldn't help but notice the outfits seemed to match each other.

"You have a thing with making matching clothes," he comments, throwing the shirt over his head.

"I like it when you two match- it is cute," she grins, "But, I should tell you the news I originally came here to say. You do not need to watch Ruru today. She has a field trip out of the Kingdom today before her little performance- something about learning the ways of acting through the outdoors or something strange like that. She needs an adult to go and I already took the day off, so you two have the day to yourselves."

"Cool," Lance is messing with the collar of his shirt, "What exactly is there around here that is fun?"

She hums a little, "Well, you could always go see Dravla. He is tending to the Parlog's today,"

Keith remembered those. They were the weird pig/bull/deer or whatever things they saw a few days back.

"We could try that," he shrugs.

"Splendid. Oh, and Lance, I brought so news from the Doctor. If you wouldn't mind, could you go around today without your bandages?"

Her request surprised him, "Without them? Why?"

"If they start to hurt put the bandages back on, but we would like to give your eyes as much time in the sun as possible to help with the healing. The jelly we place on your eyes works in both darkness and light, and for a short time can be very effective in broad daylight,"

"Oh," Lance is already reaching for the back of his head to pull them off, "Cool. Yeah, I can do that," tossing the bandages, he grins. "Alright! Let's go see those Parlogs!" Lance ran into the door.

Keith was quick to approach him to check to see if he was okay, "I thought you said yesterday that you could see?" he questions.

"No… I said I can see a few colors and some blobby shapes," Lance grumbles, rubbing his nose.

"Please be careful," Tellru sighed at them and grabbed her stuff. "I shall see you both later,"

"Goodbye, Tellru,"

"Bye Tellru," Lance went to the mirror and leaned forward to try and look at himself. "Do my eyeballs look weird?" he asked Keith.

Closing the door when Tellru left, Keith frowned at him, "They were injured,"

"So they do?"
"They look a little bloodshot, kind of bruised…" he admits.

"I wonder if I could hypnotize people with them," Lance giggled, "Like Kaa,"

"Like who?" Keith questions

"Look into my eyes, Keith." Lance suddenly says in a deep voice, "Trust in me~"

Keith backs up when Lance starts to make weird slithering motions with his arms, "What the hell are you doing?"

Lance grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks, "Trust in me, just in me. Shut your eyes~~" he sang with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Knowing he was just trying to be goofy, as Lance always was, Keith usually would just play along… but he couldn't just play along with this time. Not after the other day when they had kissed... and then admitted to liking the kissing. Was Lance just not remembering this or something?

Lance was just grinning like an idiot, unlike Keith, who's entire face was burning brightly. He wondered if Lance could see it- or at least feel it. From what he had told him before, Lance could clearly see the color of Keith's eyes, but not much else. Hopefully, that was still the case.

"Um…" Keith averted his gaze, "I don't really-"

"Do you not trust me, little man cub?"

Obviously having not seen this movie or show that he was trying to reference, Keith gulped, "I… trust you,"

"Aww, you do?" Lance pulled back then, looking pleased, "Keith Kogane trusts little old me~"

"You- what the hell Lance!?" Keith grumbled at him, "You were the one who asked,"

"I didn't think you'd answer honestly," Lance grins. Pausing, Lance went a little quiet. Then he turned red. Not sure what was running through his mind, Keith hadn't expected Lance to suddenly extend out his hand. "So… let's go?" he asked. Realizing he wanted to hold hands, Keith slowly intertwined their fingers and they walked out the door.

Not sure what was running through his mind, Keith hadn't expected Lance to suddenly extend out his hand. "So… let's go?" he asked. Realizing he wanted to hold hands, Keith slowly intertwined their fingers and they walked out the door.

This was routine.

This was natural.

So what was he getting flustered about?

Having walked past the Parlog area multiple times Lance knew the route by heart and talked nonstop the way there. Keith was grateful he didn't have to push for conversation. It would have been awkward if he had to.

The worse part, was that things shouldn't have been awkward right now! Lance wasn't awkward, so he shouldn't be either.

….Though, considering what happened last night, perhaps they should be awkward? They had both openly confessed that they enjoyed kissing the other and would gladly do it again.

So….

Where did that leave them?
Wildly confused, Keith could see Dravla approaching them. Just forget it, for now, Keith- focus on the Parlogs.

"Hey boys!" Dravla waved, "Like your outfits!"

"Thanks!" Lance waves back.
"Oh and look at you- out and about without bandages. It looks like it is healing well," Dravla praises, "Don't hurt, right?"

"I don't feel any pain yet," he nods,

Dravla hums, "That's good. Oh- hey…" he glances over his shoulder then back at them, "Wanna see something cool?"
"Course," they nod.

Dravla motions for them to follow, leading them back behind the Parlog's pent to a smaller one behind it. "Few months ago we got our new generation of parlogs… the babies are being let out to the side pent for a while," Dravla announces, "I thought you boys might want to see them.".

"Babies? Babies are always a cute yes for me!" Lance cheers and tugs on Keith's hand to make him move faster.

The small Parlogs were running around within the small pen, snorting and running into each other like endless balls of energy. They barely came up to Keith's knees, unlike the much larger adults.

"Are they cute?" Lance asks.

"Yeah."

Lance knelt a little by the fence to peek through the opening. Squinting a little, he could barely make out the forms of the parlong. That is until one little one in particular pressed it's face into the opening of the fence and snorted at him.

Lance laughed and stepped back, "Aww! They are so little,"

"Doesn't take them long to grow though," Dravla chuckled, "This is usually the time you want to bond with a Parlog- the connection grows stronger with time. Plus, it's a lot easier to wrestle one of these little guys to the ground instead of their parents,"

"You have to wrestle it every time?" Keith asks.

"Usually- most the of the time the Parlog does it just to play- but if they don't know you then the first time you wrestle it to ride it is when it is the most violent. It doesn't know you and you have to prove your worth,"

"Sounds like Red," Lance grinned.

"You said before you'd let me have a go on trying to ride on,' Keith says to Dravla. Though previously he seemed very willing to let Keith try, Dravla wasn't as open to the idea now.

"Oh uh… well yeah, but- these things are dangerous. You could get hurt,"

"I can handle danger," Keith tells him.

Lance was with Dravla on this 100 percent. "Is your leg even fully healed?"

'It's fine,"

Lance could hear the older Parlog's in the distance, ramming into walls and themselves in violent motions. Each collide made him flinch, "Well…"

"We need something to spend our time on." Keith tells him, "I would find it fun,"

"I would not," lance doesn't hesitate to say.

"I want to try," Keith tells Dravla.

Lance wants to pull out his hair, "Keith, come on," he tells him. "That is crazy,"

"I agree,' Dravla nods nervously.

Suddenly, a Coehin calls Dravla over. Glancing of his shoulder at them, Dravla waves a little, calling back. The Coehins seems curious about something and Dravla is hesitant to reply.

The Coeihn then looks at Keith in shock and starts to laugh.

Keith doesn't take it well. "What is he laughing at?" he grumbled.

"He uh… I told him that you want to try and ride a Parlog and he finds it funny,' Dravla says cautiously.

Lance bit his lip as he heard several Coeihns starting to laugh, snorting and chuckling at Keith's expense. "Um… we should go-"

"What did they say?" Keith inquired with an odd tone in his voice.

"Eh- they're just being jerks. Think you can't do it cause of your size or something," Dravla mutters, trying to shrug it off "Who's hungry? Wanna get lunch? I mean, you probably just had breakfast but-"

"Wait," Keith lifts his hand. "They think I can't do it?"

Lance feels a sense of dread, "...Oh no…"

"Uh well- yeah. Don't take it personally Keith. Parlogs are just hard to win over and you need to wrestle with them to earn their loyalty and-" Dravla stopped talking when a dark smirk pulled at Keith's lip.

"They think I can't do it, huh?" he stepped forward, hand on hips and eyes meaning business. He was taking this a challenge, which was always a bad thing when it came to Keith.

"Keith… Keith no," Lance pleads with him, "Just ignore them. Don't let them get to you. Look at that thing! It'll eat you!"

The smirk grew confident, side glancing at him with a playful glint. From how close they were, Lance could see the light outline of his face- the slight pull of his upper lip, and the fire behind his eyes, "I got this Lance,"

And well…

Um…

Lance couldn't think for a second.

He had felt a little skip to his heart, his mind went blank, and he suddenly just felt super hot- which was a problem because it was Keith that was making him feel that way and that shouldn't be a thing.

"Keith, come on. Be rational here. Tellru would kill me if anything happened to you two so lets just go and-" Dravla attempts

"I'm taking on that one," he points to one of the mean looking ones. His gestures startled the entire area, getting a few eye rolls and laugh from some of the Coeihns already on Parlogs.

"Wha- L-Lance! Can't you stop him?" Dravla demanded. Lance snapped out of his gaze and stammered,

"H-Huh? Oh uh- no. Nothing stops Keith. He's like an unmovable wall sometimes,"

"Hell yeah I am,"

"Oh... Oh great," Dravla threw his arms up.

Lance frowned, looking back at the Red Paladin, "...Are you seriously going to do this?" he paled

"Yes," Keith hopes over the fence with a small smirk.

Dravla tried to grab him to stop him but he was too fast, "Oohh. Oh no. Tellru is going to skin me alive," he whimpered. "Keith don't do this! That one's Greg! Greg hates everyone!"

"Greg?" Lance questioned.
"The King named it… he's not the best at names." Dravla explains swiftly, biting at his nails anxiously, "...Tellru is going to kill me. Cut off my head and mount it above our fireplace,"

"No she isn't,"

"Yes. Yes she is- why are you going for the Greg? He is the most temperamental one!" Dravla cried in despair as Keith approached it slowly.

"Temperamental human for a temperamental Parlog," Lance mumbled. A second later, he could hear Keith grunt. "W-What just happened?"

"It headbutted him…" Dravla says as if he was ready to start pulling out a piece of paper and start writing his will. "H-He's getting up. He's fine. Walk it off, Keith!" he calls encouragingly.

Well, if there was no backing out of this, might as well try to be supportive, "Come on Keith! Don't you dare lose!" Lance called aimlessly towards him. Dravla did his best to explain everything that was happening. Keith was holding his own very well, but he definitely wasn't as strong as most Coeihns.

Even if he was able to get his arms around the Parlog, he didn't have the strength to wrestle is to the ground and flip it.

Keith could barely hold onto its horn long enough before it threw him off- how had Dravla managed to flip this whole thing?!

A few Coehins had come by to watch, many snickering and calling taunts to Keith. Most shut up from the dark look Dravla sent them. "Find a different way to get an upper hand Keith! Pure strength isn't going to work!"

Tossed to the floor for the fourth time, Keith glanced over his shoulder for a split second. Considerng Dravla's words, Keith motioned for the Parlog to charge at him. It took the bait and chased Ketih across the area, reading to plow him down.

At the last second Keith leapt up towards the fence, flipping onto the back of the Parlog and grabbing the reins that were placed on it's back.

Like a bull the Parlog started to run and buck, furious to knock him off.

'Bull rider~" Lance hummed when Dravla explained that. "What a texan boy," he snickered.

"Well whatever that is- it's working." Dravla sounded impressed. Many Coeihns had paused to come by, watching in awe as Keith clung to the top of the Parlog, even daring to lift and arm, like the entire thing was just some game to him.

"Yeehaw~" Lance cackled. "Go Keith!"

Unable to see anything that was happening other than a few rappid moving colors and blurs Lance could hear the crowd go silent- then a cheer.

"Did he do it?"

"He did indeed! Good job Keith!" Dravla cheered, "Thank goodness too… Let's not say anything about this to Tellru, okay?"

"My lips are sealed," Lance pretended to zip his lips.

"Hey, Lance!" Keith called to him, "Look who could do it after all,"

"Well aren't you proud of yourself," lance snorted as Keith clomped up to him. The parlog snorted a little,

"Yes, yes I am," Keith nods. "Here," he holds out his hand. Squinting his eyes to figure out what he was seeing, Lance hesitantly reached forward. Gripping his palm, he made a little noise when Keith pulled him up to the back of the parlog

Seated behind Keith, he wrapped his arms and legs around his waist in a panic, "Nope nope, let me down." He commands

"What's that? I uh- I can't hear you," Keith cackles, tapping the parlog with his heels to get it to start walking. Keith circled the pen like the champion he was, smirking at the previously mocking Coeihns as he passed.

"Keith!" Lance yelled, "I know you heard me! Keith!'

"Admit it: it was cool," Keith insists.
"It was insane,"

"It was cool,"

"Insane,"

"Cool,"

"Insane!"

"Say it is cool or I won't let you down," Keith smirks mischievously.

"Ooh, you are cruel," Lance grumbled, unable to even tell how far up they were. Probably not that far but far enough for him not to dare jumping off. "..." he pursed his lips, refusing to say anything. His pride hit him too hard, so he distracted his thoughts with the cheering crowd around them.

A crowd...

He felt a sudden urge.

"Fine- it was cool," pausing for only a moment, Lance leaned forward and kissed Keith's cheek. Delicate, barely even a peck, Lance pulled away before he could respond.

Keith goes quiet for a second, his hand coming up to rub his cheek in surprise.

"Wha-"

"Whoop whoop!" Dravla was giving them a thumbs up. "Give him another Lance!"

"Dravla!" Keith snapped at him, freezing when Lance planted another kiss on his cheek- this one a little longer than the last one. The crowd erupted into another cheer.

Keith's cheeks were warm below Lance's lips. It was a nice sensation.

"...What are you doing?" Keith asks softly.

"I kissed you,"

"Obviously. Why?"

"Might as well…" Lance whispered, "To keep them from bugging us later,"

He had a point.

A point that was making Keith's mind go fuzzy as he twisted his body to kiss Lance straight on the mouth. He did win, after all, he kind of deserved this.

Like white noise, the crowd was fading into the background, forgetten the moment lips slippped over lips.

The same happened an hour later when they kissed in a Cafe before having lunch. Many of the Coeihns were staring at them then too. So they kissed and spent the rest of the lunch in peace.

Then they went to the park, and kissed.

Then to a few shops, and kissed within every single one.

Then on the street.

Keith was loosing track of the amount of kisses- they just did it all the time now. Even the next day, when they were babysitting Ruru again- they kissed whenever the moment represented itself.

Without even realizing it, it had become normal to kiss. With everyone turning to them and expecting it they had forced a habit of sharing a small kiss whenever they were within a crowd. Hours flew by, kisses were shared- it was as natural as breathing to them. Small pecks on the lips or cheek- hands intertwining with such ease that one would think their bone structures were made for each other.

Forget about being flustered about hugs- they were making out on a daily basis now! It was crushing to have Lance under his fingertips and his tongue in his mouth. And his hands- they were so warm whenever they hugged him, touched him.

All innocent of course, but the tingling sensation from them was sometimes too much to bare- yet he found himself craving it the moment it left.

Keith had never realized how starved he was for physical contact before now. Touches, kisses, cuddling, and little whispers into the night- they sent an endless chill up his spin that made him want to smile.

He wasn't even sure what to call this relationship they stumbled into but it was gentle and warm. Of course they still poked fun at each other- but neither said a word if Lance suddenly wrapped his arm around Keith's waist. Keith would do the same. It was just what they did.

Both of them were only ever hesitated in accepting these moments when the kisses would get deeper when they were alone.

No one was there to watch them- they had nothing to fake or prove… it was just them.

So why were they doing this? What brought them together? Sometimes they didn't even say a word they just turned to each other, leaned in, and kissed.

Keith couldn't ever bring himself to ask through their makeout sessions- too afraid to disturb this routine. It wasn't like Lance said anything about it either.

They would just kiss and pull away after a while.

Keith never normally pushed for conversation- except one time to inquire, "Were you biting at your lips today?" There was this slight trace of iron to the taste. Keith's brain isn't functioning when Lance swipes his own tongue over his bottom lip,

"Yeah,"

"I can tell," Keith whispers. The iron was already started to melt with Lance's natural taste- it was something Keith couldn't describe other than that he liked it. "You bit your lower lip a lot-" he nibbled on it to show his point.

If Lance wasn't already shaking then he was now, "Oh…" not to say Keith was the best kisser- he was actually pretty awkward about it, but there was progress. Slowly, he was starting to get better- grow bolder.

To Lance, It was almost uncanny to watch and experience and he couldn't ever tell how any kiss was going to play out because of it.

All in all- everything was the same yet completely different.

...if that made sense.

They talked the same, acted the same- they just kissed a lot now. Was that weird? They should talk about this, right? This wasn't normal, and honestly, they were just avoiding the conversation.

And Keith… Keith liked this. He liked this thing, whatever it was, that Lance and him had. The more time passed however the more a fear began to grow in his gut; would it end when the got back to the team?

They held hands because Lance couldn't navigate his way and felt insecure about his surroundings.

They kissed because it was what the Coeihns expected of them.

They talked because when tellru and her family weren't around they were the only ones to understand each other.

When they went back to the team, all these reasons would disappear… this relationship that Keith had come to cherish would disappear

What was he supposed to do then?

A few days into this little routine, Keith approached Lance before bed, "Lance?"
"Yeah?" he asked, fluffing his pullow.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?" Lance plopped down, pulling the covers up to his chin. Shifting his weight a little, Keith slowly slipped under them with him, "I just um…" he couldn't bring himself to ask striaght out what the hell they were doing, so he danced around it. "Can you see me?" Keith asked quietly between the pillows, staring into Lance's clouded gaze.

"Kind of… you are really blurry. The colors aren't very clear either… I can see your eyes though. They stick out. A nice periwinkle kind of color,"

Keith shifted a little, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three I think," Lance scoots a little closer till they have only a few i he's between each other, "Yeah, three,"

"Can you actually see them or just blobs?"

"Blobs. Three blobs. If you held up a crayon or something I probably would have counted that as a finger too," he admits. "Oh.. oh yeah, Keith. Tellru wants to know if we want to go to Ruru's performance thing. The thing with the dress. You interested?"
'Like we have anything better to do… She also looks super cute in that dress,"

"I would agree if I knew what the dress is- but a certain someone is terrible at describing things in detail," Lance pokes his nose.

"I told you the color,'

"There are so many different kinds of orange dresses out there Keith. That doesn't help me picture it at all," Lance huffs. "Ruru desrcibes things better than you and she doesn't even know 50% of our language,"

"She's smart,"

"She is… she also really likes you," Lance suddenly grinned,

"She likes you too,' Keith smirks.

"Well yeah, but you are totally her favorite. She never wants piggyback rides from me, just you,"

"That is because I can actually run around with her and not trip on a rock or something because I can't see it,"

"Well yeah but like, you are really good with kids. Really good," Lance smiles at him, "You ever think of having some when you got older? You would be a good dad… probably,"

"Probably," Keith snorts and folds his arms behind his head, "I never really thought about it. I guess I can see it. Not a whole bunch. Maybe one or two. A boy and a girl,"

"Yeah?

"A little family would be enough for me. I wouldn't complain for a big one- but even just having one other person in it would be- it would be great,"

Lance chuckles, "Well I mean, you already have a big family dude,"

Keith turned to him with a puzzled look, "Huh?"

"The team," lance grinned, "You got us. I mean, I don't think any of us could really be like a parent except for shiro- he is like a space dad. Allies could be a space mom. Or space sis? Coran is totally our uncle,"

Keith coughs in his own spit, busting into a fit of laughter, "Wha- you think of all us as family? I had no idea,"

"Of course were family Keith, all of us think so. I thought you did too- I should have realized a solo emo like you wouldn't see the signs," he flicked his finger to Keith's forehead, "Like hunk; hunk is the baby. I know he is the biggest guy, and he can totally kick ass when needed, but he is definitely the baby brother. Pidge could also be considered the baby, but more like a toddler? The toddlers that have just learned how to walk and you are amazed cause they are so smart but they cause a whole lot of trouble all the time,"

Keith is snickering into his hand listening with a smile, "What does that make me then?"

"The favored older child,"

"Favored?"

"Shiro totally does favorites with you," Lance waved it off, "Your the eldest son that will lead the business one day."

Keith hummed not really realizing that, "And you? What are you?"

"To Shiro in the middle child- the poor forgotten middle child," he sniffed dramatically, "But to Hunk I'm totally his brother in crime. I guess to Pidge I'd be an older brother. Definitely not one she listens to, but still an older brother,"

"And what about to me?"

Lance lowered his hand, turning to Keith with wide eyes. When he didn't say anything Keith repeated, "What family member are you to me?

Lance wasn't going to say his brother. That felt wrong. The question felt so heavy, as if something important was residing with this single answer. The pressure of it was too great for Lance to decide on his own.

In the end, his says, "I'll be whatever you want me to be, Keith,"

Keith doesn't respond immediately, slowly mumbling. "Just.. be you,"

"I can do that," His eyes locked on a stray hair running across Keith's face. Unable to stare at it any longer without it bother him he extended out his hand and brushed it from Keith's face. "I can see your nose when I'm this close…"

"Yeah?" They are whispering. With their proximity it felt like too much to talk normally within this silence.

"I can see your hair. Your forehead… cheeks. Chin." A trembling finger slides along Keith's lower lip, "And these."

Keith surged forward before he knows what he is doing, catching Lance's lips.

The kiss is deep and amazingly raw to the touch. How was this even possible?

Pulling away just to suck in a breath, Lance is tilting his head again. "Keith…" he wants to kiss him again. A second time, a third time- he doesn't want to ever stop. So he doesn't and leans in for another.

"No ones…" Keith hummed a little into the second kiss, gasping a little to say, "No one is watching us," he doesn't know why he points that out. But it's true.

"No one is," Lance agreed, struggling to speak through this make out session, "So what are… are we doing?"

Keith fells like crumbling into pieces at the sensation of his lower lip being sucked between the blue paladin's teeth. "I dunno…"

Their tongue collide and they don't speak for a few more minutes. But Keith has to know.

"Lance," he tears apart from him, visibly trembling at the pop sound that echoed when their lips slipped apart. "What is this? Why are we doing this?" He huffed "What am I-"

What am I to you?

Fear bubbled in his stomach at the thought of Lance's answer

He had never felt so uncompossed before, unable to even look Lance in the eyes for too long. This cocky paladin seemed to bring out so many different sides to him that he didn't realize he had.

"I'm not sure..." Lance's gaze seemed to slide over him, murky but set. Like he had read his mind, Lance answer's Keith's silent question, "I'm still trying to figure out what you are to me, Keith. It's something that I just can't describe no matter how much I think about it,"

He nods a little, quietly agreeing. Then he asks, his voice wavering with dread, "Should we stop?" stop the banter- stop the kissing, the holding, the small conversations into the middle of the night… go back to how they couldn't stand to be in the same room together.

Neither of them wanted that.

Keith was positive he could never just go back to that by just saying they would anyway, even if he was given time. But if this was getting uncomfortable for Lance…

"No," Lance pauses, "I don't… mind it. Unless you do,"

"I don't,"

"Then we don't stop," he concludes, "I don't know what we do from here but- I like this." he lifts his hands, cupping Keith's cheeks and bring his face a little closer, "I like… this thing with you,"

Keith swallows, his tongue thick, "Me too,"

Lance pats his knees in a little beat, timid and unsure, "I'd- I want to kiss you right now, if that is okay,"

"Do you really even need to ask at this point?" a shudder racked Keith's body.

"Yeah…" he tugs him forward. When their lips touch, neither know what to think when a new sense of belonging wash over them.

For now, this was enough. Even if they weren't sure what to call this, they could figure it out. They had time.

Oh my gosh. I'm so tired. My brain- I can't- This chapter. I'm writing this chapter so late and I just can't even focus so I'm sorry if this chapter sucks! But ughhhh exhaustion. I'm going to pass out now.