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"The mission was a total bust, Keith! Nobody is to blame other than you and your freaking selfishness!" Lance exclaims, his hair nappy from the helmet he had worn just moments ago.
"Well- Maybe this wouldn't even have happened if you stayed with the rest of the group! Instead, you cruised off with one of the Zoebians!"
This is honestly the icing on the cake of one of the most horrendous weeks Lance has ever had the pleasure of having.
The entire week, Keith had to have been trying to make Lance's life a living hell; In training, He decided to make Lance a nice little rug and slam him into the nice, warm, and smooth concrete floor. It freaking training, Would it have hurt to not try and bruise a rib? The straw that broke the camel's back for Lance was his favorite protein bars went missing, and guess who he found munching away on them in the common room, good old Keithy.
After a handful more scuffles, it landed them today, where they got an emergency contact from Zoebi.
"They told me where to find intel on Galra battle cruisers in the area. Thank you very much." Lance spits back, puncturing the space between his thank you. His grip on his balled-up jacket which he has been fidgeting with tightens.
"Hm. I'm sure. I'm tired of you treating missions like a game." Keith fires back, and he keeps a strong steady posture, much unlike Lance who is slowly inching his body closer to Keith, caught up in the moment.
"You're the one who needs to start caring about these missions!" Lance declares, throwing his balled-up jacket towards Keith’s face, causing Keith to flinch before his reflection takes over and catches it. His complexion is still stern, adorned with thick knitted eyebrows, thin-pressed frowns, and violet eyes that have a fire crackling in them.
“Well at least I’m-”
"Running off to find your mom who probably doesn't even exist isn’t helping the team!" Lance adds, silencing even the quiet sound of space.
Keith's fist clenches into Lance’s jacket, his face twisting into a scowl that makes Lance's stomach do a flip. Lance is sick of being treated like shit from Keith. Why does Keith get to call all the shots?
"And what's even worse is yo--"
"That is enough from both of you!" Shiro shouts.
Lance pauses to soak up the moment. They are in the common room, the rest of their teammates staring at them owlishly. Lance's gaze flickers between Shiro and Keith. Lance feels a twinge of guilt about what he said, if Lance had a prospect to see his family again, he would do whatever it took.
Shiro pinches his nose bridge, "Lance. Please apologize to Keith, what you said was uncalled for."
"What!? N-no! Why the hell would I do that wh-" Lance would promptly cut short by the mechanical doors shutting and the absence of Keith.
"What Keith said was unwarranted but you both need to at least stop sticking your fingers in each other's wounds." Shiro lectures.
Lance sighs dramatically and drags himself to his room for a much-needed nap.
-
After the initial heat of the argument, Lance realizes he was probably in the wrong and is ready to take a blow to his pride. He walks to the room adjacent to him, where it harbors Keith, and gives a good knock on his door. Lance could hear pacing inside but no movement towards the door.
"Keith. It's Lance. I- wanted to apologize to you, can you please open the door?"
"Go Away, Lance."
"Well I'm trying to apologize but it seems-" Lance is cut short by a groan from the other side of the door.
"Uh.. Keith? You alright in their buddy? Do you need the healing pod?"
Silence. Lance is gonna assume that Keith did something stupid on the way back to his room. Maybe he like hit a wall or something in anger? That sounds like something Mr. Broody with the bad haircut would do in a fit of anger.
"I can't help if I don't know what's wrong, I know you're angry but let me make it up." He said pressing the scan to get into the room.
Upon entering the pretty vacant bedroom, which now that Lance is thinking about it he hasn't ever gone into Keith's room but Jesus does Keith need some decor. The whole room consists of the built-in bed, Keith's practically empty desk, save it for a few knick-knacks, and a dresser that his ugly 80s jacket hangs off.
Lance can now hear Keith's huffing louder now that the barrier of the wall has been eliminated. After shallowly examining the space, Lance takes a closer look to try sniffing out Keith from his hiding place.
Keith can be found tucked under the sheets of his bed, which did not have blankets or a pillow. Does he seriously sleep in space with just a sheet? Well, knowing Keith he probably doesn't use the bed much seeing that the training room is taken by him pretty much every night.
Lance approaches the bed with caution. Just as Lance's hand went to reach the big glob under the sheets, it started thrashing.
"W-what the hell Lance! Get the fuck out" Keith shouts. It seems that Keith didn’t hear Lance come in.
“Are you feeling alright? I can get Coran if you need the healing pod.” Lance says as he peels back the sheet to reveal a nest of black inky hair and a pale but defined back. Keith looks up at him almost immediately. Keith looks clammy and like he just saw a ghost, which is quite concerning
“Healing pod?- What? No, I’m fine. Get out!” Keith shrieks out before adding “Now!”
Keith's face looks mortified and the disaster that he calls hair is clinging to his damp skin. He looks frantic and highly strung. He reverts when Lance tries to touch his forehead, scattering back against the hand into the corner of his bed. In Keith's attempt to scurry away from Lance, he kicks off the sheets to the bottom of his ankle where holy hell, Keith is naked.
Lance's stare gravitated down where his eye caught on to the major hard-on Keith was sporting, it definitely looked at him first! There was a pregnant pause in the room where it seemed that the air conditioning stopped pumping through the vents, no breath could be heard between the boys, and it honestly seemed like time had frozen; that moment only lasted a few seconds before Keith was throwing the wadded sheets directly into Lance’s face.
“Jeez! I’m so sorry Keith, I didn’t mean to walk in on you, y’know- yonking it off!” Lance quivered as he took several strides backward until he had backed himself into the hallway outside of Keith's room.
After the door to Keith’s room shut, Lance booked it back to his room to mask his flustered expression to any life force aboard the ship.
-
Lance now has the image of Keith’s beautiful, gorgeous boner stuck in his head. He knew that Keith had to be pretty well endowed because of the fact the flight suit they wear under their armor are not exactly the best at hiding what your mama gave ya, so yes; Keith's penis has some serious girth to it.
He must look pretty stupid leaning up against his bed frame, staring into oblivion with his jaw slightly opened. Lance decides that it's probably time to face the demon. Lance and Keith have been avoiding each other ever since the incident last night.
Lance's stomach is grumbling because he already skipped breakfast but he can’t hold back not eating any longer or he’s gonna become nauseous. Lance crawls his lanky body off his bed to the door of his bedroom. After opening the room he peeked his head out of the door to make sure the coast was clear before making a sprint to the kitchen.
Lance arrives in the kitchen and notices that the ship is colder than usual. Raiding the fridge for anything edible, he decides that he will have a little prance around the castle and figure out what everyone is up to. Lance walks to the common room to find Pidge sitting criss-cross and hunched over a computer in the corner of the room, parallel to her, Hunk sits on the couch fidgeting with some kind of book.
“Hey, whatcha doin?” Lance announces.
Pidge seems to have not even acknowledged Lance while Hunk looks up at him and beams.
“I'm just recording some plants we’ve seen around different plants and figuring out what place pairs well with others.”
“That sounds uh-exciting?”
“Lance, quiet down, I'm trying to focus.”
“Well, I’m sorry my shining presence is blinding you!” Lance says mockingly before Pidge just rolls their eyes fondly before continuing to work.
Lance pauses before continuing “Speaking of, Where is everyone?”
“Well, I believe Shiro and Allura are figuring out some diplomatic data for the next planet, Coran, I think, is running maintenance on all the health machines and scanners,” Hunk says while scribbling in his notebook before looking up.
“I haven't seen Keith all day so I suppose he probably is in his room or the training deck.” Hunk shrugs, going back to writing in the book.
Lance shivers, He doesn't know if it's at the mention of Keith or the chilly ship. He needed to go to his room and grab his jacket.
“Okay, well if you need me I’ll be around.”
“Okay, see ya.”
-
Lance walks back to his room to recover his jacket but upon arrival, he can’t find it. He’s pretty sure he had it after the diplomatic mission on Zobia. Where did it go?
Lance continues to tear through his closet and practically his whole room to no avail. He got back from the mission, fought with Keith, and then went to his room. Right? Walked into the common area after the mission.. blaster up on Keith.. and threw his jack-ah. Okay. So Keith probably has his jacket unless he's already shredded it and turned it into scraps to clean his blade with.
What was Lance supposed to do? Was he supposed to just give up his jacket or go snooping around Keith, which right now was not a good idea? Well, Lance liked that jacket and he doesn't have a lot from home. So.. Lance would poke around and hope not to get socked in the face on sight.
Lance snuck his way over to Keith’s door and quietly pressed his ear against the metal of the door.
…
It sounded silent in there. No footsteps. No talking. There was a good possibility that Keith was on the training deck right now which gave him time to snoop. The only problem was that if Keith was in there and caught Lance, it was game over.
Quietly as he could, He opened the door and snuck his way before closing it behind himself. Lance scanned around the room and saw that it was the same as last night when he caught Keith wanking his willy. Slowly tiptoeing around, Lance looked through the bare room and found no trace of his jacket. Suddenly, steps from outside become in earshot and Lance starts panicking.
Frantically looking for a place to hide, he looks under the bed before remembering it is built in, he can’t go in the bathroom cause there's a chance Keith has to piss. The closet! Lance stealthily opens the door and tucks himself in the closet right before the door to Keith’s room opens.
Lance can see from the tiny crack in the closet that it is in fact, Keith. Keith looks brooding and is covered in a sheer layer of sweat coating his body and Lance can smell his musk from here. To be honest it doesn’t smell that bad.
Keith drops his bag on his bed before heading to the bathroom to take a leek. seconds start to feel like minutes and Lance is really hoping Keith leaves to get something to eat because he does not know how long he can stand here before his legs wear out.
Once Keith comes out he takes a seat on his bed and begins sharpening a ebony dagger with hints of violet embedded into it. Every few minutes Keith's eyes go to the corner of his bed where his pillow is. Lance doesn’t know how long he watches Keith quietly sharpening and polishing but he's starting to get hella bored and annoyed. Do something else loser!
Keith sighs frustratedly before slapping the knife on his bed and digging his palms into the sockets of his eyes. Something is clearly bothering him but that's probably normal seeing that it's Keith.
Keith let’s out another frustrated sigh before quickly reaching over to his pillow and moving it to the side. There and behold was Lance’s jacket.
He holds the jacket in his hands for a considerable amount of time, Lance just gawking at the blasphemy of the situation. Keith slowly looks around before guiltily raising his nose to the jacket.
What. The. Freak!?
Keith slowly leans back onto his bed while still keeping the jacket up against his face. Lance squeezes his eyes shut at the absurdness of Keith sniffing his jacket like a weirdo! Lance shifts from one leg to the other and is praying to god that this will be over soon while Keith slowly unbuckles his utility belt.
Shifting over onto his stomach, Keith places the jacket on his pillow before laying his head on top of it. Keith softly starts rutting against the bed with the occasional grunt between thrusts.
Lance keeps finding himself having his eyes peek open even though he knows this is very strong and definitely a breach of Keith’s privacy. Lance could also argue that it is frickin odd to get off to someones clothes, but that didn’t stop a tent from developing in Lance’s pants.
Keith is now groaning heavily and muttering words under his breath, suddenly freezing up and letting out a loud cry. Keith's body slumps against the bed.
Did he just cum untouched?
Lance stays in the closet for another ten minutes when he finally concludes that Keith is out cold. Lance carefully steps out of the closet and stares at the jacket lying underneath their head. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to get it tomorrow..?
Lance walks out the room and stands outside of it, absorbing everything that just happened. Did Keith like him? Would he get his jacket back? How would Keith react if he found out? Lance was fried and anxiously awaited the future.