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Lance can honestly say that he did not see it coming. But he's bursting with giddiness so he doesn't mind.
Let's start the story from the beginning.
Earlier today, after completing an exhausting mission, Lance had gone to his room. Jumped on his bed face first and then it was lights out.
But since he went to bed super early, we naturally woke up in the middle of the night (technically the night cycle of the castle but you get it). His beauty sleep was done for the night, but now he was awake, with nothing to do.
And he doesn't wanna admit it, but he sometimes has a really hard time being alone in his room. Especially when its too quiet. So quiet that he can almost hear hallucinating sounds.
Sometimes, he's 99% sure he hears Rachel's voice coming from the hallway.
It terrifies him.
He's kinda losing it in this whole "war" and "saving the universe" thing.
Overthinking takes him nowhere so he gets up and out of his room. As soon as he's out in the hallway, he glances at Keith's door on the opposite side. He does a double take when he sees light coming out from the gap beneath.
Is Keith awake too?
And then his heart stops. He hears sobs coming from Keith's room.
What? What's going on? is he hallucinating again? no, no he's not.
Keith's crying.
Chest filled with anxious thoughts, he knocks. He can't let Keith be upset alone, and Lance won't mind some company tonight either.
The sobbing abruptly stops, then he hears some rustling and a tiny voice speaks from behind the door,
"who is it?"
"It's me" Lance says, "you okay?"
Silence.
Then, the door opens and reveals Keith with tired eyes. He looks at Lance for a second, taking him in. As if deciding whether he's real or not.
A sigh escapes Keith before he answers, "Come in"
Lance obliges and crosses the room to sit on Keith's bed.
Now here's the thing.
Since Keith returned from the space whale, a few months have passed and they've grown much closer than before. Lance can say with certainty that they're best friends even. The way they lead the team together is truly something otherworldly. So coming to each other during stress (and stress relief) is not uncommon between them.
Keith slides into his lap and leans in close. But before he could kiss his jaw or pulse point, Lance stops him gently.
"You didn't answer me"
Keith rolls his eyes, ignoring the question once more, the tear streaks still visible on his cheeks. Lance traces a thumb to wipe them away. His hand lingers and just holds Keith's face.
Keith leans into the touch but he can't seem to meet Lance's eyes.
"Hey" Lance tries again, "come on, tell me"
Keith meets his eyes this time, then shrugs, "Just got in my head a little.."
"About?" Lance encourages gently, his hands now encircle Keith's waist, rubbing careful circles in an attempt to soothe him.
"I just-" he looks away, "it's nothing …"
Lance frowns, then pinches Keith's chin between his thumb and forefinger to make him look his way again.
"It's fine if you don't feel like talking right now, but it's not nothing if it makes you upset okay?"
Keith's eyes go glassy in his firm hold, a lump forms in his throat that burns when he swallows, but he nods.
"Good boy"
Keith whines and leans in again, but this time Lance doesn't stop him. He tightens the hold on Keith's waist and returns the energy with a delicious grind.
"Lance" Keith gasps,making Lance's heart skip a beat. Hearing his name in that voice never gets old. And then he makes the mistake of looking at Keith's lips. He groans internally, they've made this stupid rule about no kissing on the lips and its the worst decision of his life.
"Keith,Keith" he pants, dangerously close to the tempting lips. His hands travel up Keith's body, touching him reverently before tightening them in his hair and then he pulls.
A delicious moan escapes Keith as he grinds harder on him and Lance can't take it anymore.
He removes Keith's shirt in a swift move, diverting his mouth on the last second and latches on his neck instead of the lips he actually craves. Keith's moans keep ringing in his ears and he tries to be satisfied with that. But he needs more.
So much more.
So he takes it.
A few hours later, when they've both basked in the endorphins for a while, Keith shifts closer to Lance, the skin to skin contact still managing to raise goosebumps on his skin.
"Hey" Keith whispers, voice hoarse.
"Hi" Lance returns a tiny smile.
Keith looks up at him through his lashes, then looks down again
"Earlier, I was- " he hides himself in the crook of Lance's neck and shoulder, "I was thinking about my time on the space whale"
Lance brings a hand on Keith's back, "oh"
Keith inhales deeply before continuing, "I had a nightmare about being there again, but I was completely alone this time"
Lance caresses his back in an up and down motion, and pulls Keith closer. He runs his other hand through his hair, hoping it would be a reminder that he's not alone now.
"Not even my mom, or Kosmo were there, it was just me… and you know how I told you about the visions?"
"Mhm"
"I thought me coming back to voltron was one of those visions, and that I was just back th-" his voice breaks there and some tears escape without his consent.
"Oh baby" Lance hushes, he pulls Keith back from his hiding spot and leans in to touch their foreheads.
"You're okay now yeah?" he waits for Keith to nod, "I'll never let you be alone ever again, you hear me sweetheart? never!"
another tear falls that Lance is quick to catch with his lips,
"you're stuck with me" he smirks, "and you better remember that"
Keith ends up wiping that smirk off his face with a kiss.
And that, my friends, is why Lance is bursting with giddiness ;)