The first thing Keith felt when he woke up was the rise and fall of the mattress. It was also warm and solid, and the most comfortable and snuggly thing he'd ever had the pleasure of lying on. He sighed happily, still half asleep, as snuggled further into the warmth. Then the mattresses' arms tightened around him.

Keith's eyes snapped open as he held his breath. Mattresses' didn't have arms. He was laying on Lance. The blue paladin's arms were tight and warm around him, holding him to his chest where Keith's head was resting on his shoulder. He could hear Lance's heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his breath as he snored lightly.

It was comfortable for sure and Keith had wanted for so long to be in Lance's arms but the blue Paladin wouldn't want this surely. He'd wake up and push Keith off him with a snarky remark, probably taking the first opportunity to tell the team that Keith liked to snuggle. Which was true but they didn't need to know that.

Lance hadn't been that way last night though. He'd been kind and gentle and had acted as if he really cared. Keith wasn't sure what to make of the whole situation, he hadn't known what he'd been thinking when he offered to share his bed with Lance, or let him take his armor off. In the number of times he'd imagined Lance undressing him none of them had been to patch up a wound.

Keith sat up a little, not enough to pull himself from the other boy's arms or warm chest but enough to sneak a peek at the sleeping paladins face. Oh god, he was adorable when he slept. His mouth was slightly open, those usually smiling lips soft and damn kissable in the low light. His hair was messy and ruffled from sleep and being this close meant Keith could see every one of Lance's perfect freckles as they lay scattered over his nose and cheeks. If he wasn't this close they would have blended right into his dark skin, but here they were tiny and beautiful as constellations.

Keith was so close to the other boy's face, he could have stolen a kiss and went right on sleeping. Lance would never have to know. But Keith wouldn't do that. He wouldn't kiss someone that didn't want it, didn't want him.

He suddenly hated himself for getting so close. Lance had been pitying him. That was it, or being a good team mate. Maybe Shiro had made him help.

Keith grumbled under his breath as he tried to pull himself away from Lance. His back still hurt a little, burning when he moved, and Lance didn't seem to want to let him go. The other boy grumbled in his sleep, tugging Keith closer to him as he tried to roll over.

Keith froze, body going rigid as Lance shifted underneath him. Keith was on top of his team mate, one of his legs between Lance's as he practically straddled the other. Now their faces were so close together Keith could feel each warm puff of air the came from Lances pink lips.

He had no idea what to do. This was his room he couldn't just run out and hide until Lance left. Or could he?

Oh god, Lance was moving again. The blue paladin was sighing, eyelids fluttering as he started to wake. Shit, that the hell was Keith supposed to do?

Lance's eyes opened and his sleepy smile froze as his sight adjusted. Keith's terrified face was inches away from his. His beautiful eyes wide open, their noses barely brushing against each other in a morning eskimo kiss.

Well, what a pleasant sight to wake up to.

Lance's mouth fell open in confusion, Keith's eyes immediately drifting to the warm lips.

"Umm…..good morning?"

Keith's eyes came back up to meet Lance's, face flushing in embarrassment before his eyebrows came down.

"This is my bed." He was only grumpy because he was being defensive. He didn't want the other boy thinking anything happened. Lance's arms were still around him and slowly released his hold, hands sliding across his back to splay against his shoulder blades as the red paladin panted.

God, why did he have to touch him like that? Keith could feel his strong hands and the wide palms, holding him as he lay on his chest.

Lance was trying very hard not to think anything inappropriate while Keith was on top of him this way but he was so close, his hair falling around them to frame his adorable blushing face. He could feel the red paladins back rising and falling under his hands, the strong muscles in his shoulders moving quietly against him.

"I know. You told me I could sleep here, remember? You might not actually. You lost a lot of blood."

Keith didn't say anything, seemingly frozen in Lance's arms. Their eyes were still met and Keith seemed to be leaning a little closer, the tips of their noses brushing and Lance couldn't help his eyes flicking down to stare at those stupidly kissable lips as they lay slightly open, Keith's breath coming from them in quiet pants.

"Does it feel better?"

Lance's breath was coming quicker to match Keith's, their chests moving against each other. Keith seemed confused about the question, his dark eyebrows coming down over his bright eyes as his gaze drifted over Lance's face.

"Does what feel better?"

"The stab wound?" Lance's voice was taking on a higher pitch now because Keith was pressed against him and he could feel the boy's hands on his chest. Was he going to kiss him?

"Oh yeah. Thanks for helping me with that."

Keith was definitely staring at his mouth. Was this happening?

"No problem."

Lance was breathing too fast and suddenly Keith's lips were brushing against his own. Holy crap, he could taste his breath in his mouth; the lingering scent of the blue alien cookies sweet and familiar.

Lance's muscles stiffened under Keith as their faces came closer, Keith finally taking Lance's mouth in his own. It was a soft, kiss. One taste of his pink lips, a single shared breath.

Keith suddenly realized what he was doing and pulled back, searching Lance's eyes for answers.

Was that you or did I do that? Did you like it or do you hate me now? Are you even breathing?

Lances face was red, chest frozen beneath Keith's weight, lips still slightly puckered from the kiss.

Keith pulled back, Lance's hands falling away from his back as if he were something untouchable. The red paladin rolled off the other boy as Lance sprung from the bed, jostling Keith's injury and eliciting from him a grunt of pain.

Lance winced as he grabbed up his armor as quickly as he could.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm gonna um… I have to-"

He ran from the room, leaving Keith alone in the still warm bed.

"Well, shit."