i was gonna post this HOURS ago but then the new trailer and everything came out so...

IM STILL DYING


Keith was pulled from his thoughts when a smooth voice greeted him. "Hey."

Lance.

"Hey yourself."

Lance smiled at him. "What're you doing over here brooding by yourself?"

"I'm not brooding."

Lance raised his palms defensively. "Whatever you say, man."

Keith uncrossed his arms. "What're you doing?"

"Aside from looking incredibly handsome, you mean?"

"Right."

Lance's smile softened. "I came over here to ask you to dance."

"You know I can't dance, right?"

"I know."

Lance didn't wait for a response. He took Keith by the hand, turning to weave through the crowd. Keith held on and followed without protest.

When Lance found a spot far enough away from everyone else, he faced Keith again. "Put your hands on my shoulders," he said.

Keith stretched his arms out. "Like this?"

Lance laughed. "Relax. I'm not gonna attack you. Loosen up."

As Keith tried to follow, Lance put a hand on each of his hips. And he pulled Keith closer so they could feel the other's breath against their face.

"Follow me," Lance instructed.

He started to move in slow, graceful steps. Just back and forth.

Keith's paces were rigid and forced. At first, he moved with Lance. But he quickly fell off beat. He stepped on Lance's feet.

"I know enough about dancing to know that was wrong, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." Lance laughed again. "But you're starting to get the hang of it."

"I am?"

"Sort of."

Keith looked away from Lance's face to study his feet, counting the steps under his breath.

As he began to catch on and fall into rhythm with Lance, Lance's hands slid a little lower than his waist.

"See?" Lance whispered. "Told you."