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Keith didn't realize how embarrassing it would be to have Lance as his boyfriend. The guy was a huge dork with no shame.
He did enjoy all the affection though.
Lance kissed him softly in the common area when they didn't think anyone was around, running his fingers through the long hair at the nape of Keith's neck.
"Get a fucking room. Use protection, blah blah." Pidge sassed, making the two boys jump away from rack other. "Oh relax idiots. Everyone already fucking knows you two are together."
Keith has a feeling he should tell Pidge to watch their language, but that was Shiro's job. Not like they listened to him.
"Well if I had known that sooner I would've been showering Keith with affection sooner." Lance said with a smirk, pulling the other male into his lap. Keith blushed softly, but rested against Lance.
The room was colourful, even though it was mostly neutral tones. It was much better than seeing absolutely everything in black and white.
Keith watched his hands fiddle gently with Lance's grey and blue shirt, slowly sliding up it to feel the warmth of Lance's skin on his hands.
The brunet let out a soft laugh, Keith raised an eyebrow. "Ticklish?" Lance looked horrified and didn't answer. That was all Keith needed. He squeezed the brunet's sides, earning him a shriek and a fit of giggles.
Lance was pinned under Keith, unable to fight back.
All of this felt so natural. Being with Lance felt natural.
Keith finally stopped tickling Lance and buried his face in his chest.
"Keith, babe? Is something wrong?" The brunet asked, placing a gentle hand on Keith's back. The ebony haired male blushed and shook his head.
"Just tired." He mumbled in reply, squeaking when he felt Lance pick him up. "What are you doing?" He hissed, embarrassed about being held by Lance like that.
"Bringing you to bed. You're tired aren't you?" Lance laughed softly, bringing Keith out of the room.
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"You can take off that stupid jacket of yours, y'know?" Lance said, raising an eyebrow at Keith.
Keith shook his head at that statement for probably the tenth time. He didn't want Lance to know about how he was when he left the Garrison.
Lance would have to find out eventually, wouldn't he? He surely wouldn't be able to wear a sweater and pants during se-
Keith turned a bright red. He was thinking about having sex with Lance.
When he snapped back to reality, Lance had his hands on Keith's shoulders. He was slowly pulling down Keith's jacket.
"W-what are you doing?" Keith yelped, trying to pull away.
"What are you hiding?" Lance asked softly, trying not to sound upset with Keith. He didn't want to ruin things over a stupid thing such as not taking off a jacket.
Keith looked away, whispering a soft 'fine'. He took off his jacket and hung it up on the door of his closet. He stood there for a minute, facing Lance.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Lance said with a smile, lacing his fingers with Keith's. "I get that you're not comfortable showing your arms, so I won't ask about it. If you want, you can tell me when you're ready."
Keith teared up a little. What did he do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend.
Lance placed a hand on his boyfriend's face, Keith hadn't realized he had started crying. He shut his violet eyes and leaned into the touch, humming softly when Lance brushed away a tear affectionately.
"Come on, you said you were tired?" Lance said softly, pulling Keith close and waddling to the bed. "Let's get those jeans off, they won't be comfortable to sleep in." He added with an eyebrow wiggle. Keith couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm fine in these."
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Lance blinked awake, realizing that he had fallen asleep as well. Keith was still asleep, a small amount of drool falling out of his mouth on to Lance's chest.
The brunet gently ran his fingers through the soft strands of Keith's hair. He stirred at the touch and opened his eyes.
"Morning sleeping beauty." Lance said with a smile, pushing hair out of Keith's face.
Keith smiled and buried his face in Lance's chest. "Morning Prince Charming." He mumbled.
The red colour of Keith's ears was only noticeable since they were in contact. Lance never wanted to let go.
"You were saying before that I didn't have to tell you about these if I didn't want to." Keith said, gesturing to his arms. "Well I think you should know."
Lance was surprised by the sudden change in topic, but he would listen to what Keith wanted to say.
"They're from... When I ran from the Garrison. They're from what happened between us." Keith said softly, looking at the floor and avoiding Lance's eyes as much as possible. He could tell that Lance looked shocked and upset without even looking. "You didn't fucking get that I was in love with you the whole time, then you snap at me like that after you find out we're soulmates? It hurt like hell." He added, tears forming in his eyes. Keith was feeling very vulnerable, he hated it. He couldn't stop his mouth though. "There were times I made so many that I thought I'd bleed to death. Out in the middle of nowhere, never ending up happy."
Lance pulled Keith close, their chests pressed together and Keith's head buried in Lance's shoulder. The violet eyed male sniffled softly and clung to his boyfriend's shirt.
"Shh... It's okay now, babe." Lance soothed, rubbing Keith's back tenderly. "I was just confused about how I was feeling, and in denial. I know it was wrong to snap."
Keith sat up and looked at Lance, eyes slightly red from crying. "I forgive you." He mumbled, gently kissing Lance on the mouth.
The door slid open, immediately followed by Hunk letting out a surprised sound and shutting the door again.
"I guess now that you two are dating I should start knocking before entering one of your rooms huh?" Hunk said shyly from the other side of the door.
"If you guys are done swapping saliva we've got training to do!" Pidge called out. The two males could almost hear Hunk's face going red.
"I guess we've got to go, huh?" Lance said with a smirk, placing a kiss on Keith's cheek.
"Let's go."