Hunk bumped his shoulder against Lance's. Lance jumped, shaking out of his reviere. "Dude!" he yelped. He blinked.
Hunk chuckled. "You were daydreaming."
Lance huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was not!"
"You totally were," Hunk said smugly. "Keith walked by without a shirt a couple of minutes ago and you haven't left La La Land since."
Lance made another sound of protest. This time, though, there wasn't nearly as much to it. Hunk smirked.
Lance elbowed him in the bicep.
"Okay. One, ow," Hunk said, rubbing his arm. "Two, you should go talk to him."
Lance widened his eyes. "What? Are you crazy?"
"No. But you are."
"I-what?"
Hunk wiggled his eyebrows. "Crazy in love."
"Not uh!"
"Um yeah huh."
Lance started to argue some more, flailing his arms and stepping all over the place. He tripped over his own feet, falling back against something sturdy.
Keith.
Fully clothed now.
Lance lost his balance again after realizing who it was. Instantly, Keith extended his arms and prevented Lance from falling.
Hunk conveniently slipped out of the room.
Keith blinked down at him. He flushed.
"Uh…" Lance managed.
"Hi."
"Hey…" Lance scratched the back of his head. His cheeks turned the same color as Keith's.
"Better watch where you're going."
"Sorry. I uh…" Lance swallowed.
Keith's eyes trailed across Lance's throat, watching the gulp go down. Lance followed his gaze. His blush deepened. When Keith met his again, his blush continued to deepen.
And Keith's turned an even darker shade, which seemed impossible.
Neither of them were letting go.
They held each other's gazes, both of them locked on the other. Tics passed. One. Two. Three.
Their cheeks reddened.
When someone coughed, they both jumped. Lance tumbled to the ground with a thud.
They looked up to see Shiro.
And Keith and Lance were both the color of a tomato.
