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Lance loved the rain, missed it almost as much as his own family, all those moments while he was out in the desolate abyss of space only increasing that affection tenfold. He missed the way it felt dripping down his cheeks, the tears that seemed to permanently stain his chin and lashes while lost in the stars just weren’t the same, for those were made of pain and sadness, not out of stardust and places from afar.
Which is why the first time it rained, a month after they arrived back in earth, he awoke from his bed at two in the morning with the brightest of smiles. The window pane pattered as the sky cried, giving life to the earth as steam arose from the streets and mosquitoes buzzed from bushes and trees. Streetlights were mere globs of light in the downpour, seemingly flickering through the now dense fog and splotchy darkness.
“Look!” Lance cried, throwing his arm behind him, smile dropping slightly as it met empty sheets. Blue eyes flickered over from the mesmerizing sky, staring blankly at the Keith shaped indent of the mattress, comforter still warm beneath his fingertips.
The brunette sniffled, rubbing a wrist under his runny nose, “Keith?”. Silence greeted the call, only the downpour outside and chirp of crickets overpowering their little A/C unit. It was odd, Keith was usually out cold all night until the sun awoke him, or Lance’s cold feet, for that matter.
Nimble toes gently padded down to the floor, body shivering as the cold met all the way through his bones. The soft sound apparently alerted their dog, Kosmo teetering into the room with the clank of claws and lolling tongue.
“Hi, boy!” Lance cooed, reaching out a hand in order to rub beneath big ears, standing up with a smile as the dog’s hind leg stated thumping. It seemed Keith’s magical space wolf had grown a liking to him lately, irritating the ravenette to no ends.
Lance still said he was secretly happy about it.
“Let’s go find that Mullet” He murmured, making his way out of the bedroom with Kosmo at his heels. The floorboards creaked beneath bare feet, squealing into the night like a small child. It’s sound brought a warmth into the brunette’s chest, imagining a small child with tanned skin and ebony hair, eyes wide and amethyst like her father’s, tiny feet thundering down the hall on lanky limbs like her papi.
Kosmo barked, nudging the back of Lance’s legs in a slightly harsh way that signaled worry. Looking down, blue eyes met those of gold, both holding looks of knowledge.
Lance smiled, looking away as he realized they reached the bottom of the steps. “Yeah, I know buddy, I know”.
Suddenly, a cold draft met the flesh of Lance’s toes and ankles, forming goosflesh where exposed. Upon looking to the side one could see the front door, normally locked tight due to lasting paranoia from all those years in an intergalactic war.
A cold chill ran up the notched bones along the brunette’s spine, hands beginning to shake as his heart thumped to a rapid beat. “Keith? Babe!?” He called, rushing towards the front door with heavy breaths. What if someone broke in and hurt Keith? What if they kidnapped him? How did they snatch him right from Lance’s hands?
Blue eyes beginning to well with tears gazed widely out the door and into the rushing rain, finger slipping along the wet doorframe. It was as if the rain were no longer a comfort, instead taunting him as it echoed into the night.
That is, until he caught sight of a familiar sillouhette just beyond the patio.
Calm sweeped over the man once more as he allowed a slow breath, gaze turning soft as he trailed those slightly bowed in legs and crooked fingers from being broken many times, both in space and on earth. From this angle, Keith’s once wild and long mullet was flat, fringe falling over his eyes as the streetlamps illuminated his form in fiery light.
“Hmpf-” Lance grunted, leaning against the damp wooden frame with assessing glances. He wasn’t sure what his favorite was of the moment, the noticeably relaxed and dipped shoulders, or small nose pink with cold as that smiled beamed into the dark sky, probably capable of pushing away the storm clouds with a single flash. Both were signs of happiness, Keith’s best look.
He was carefree, beautiful in every meaning of the word.
Kosmo whined from just beyond bare feet, slinking as far away from the door as possible. Keith had mentioned some time ago that the dog was deathly afraid of water, the reason maybe being due to how he was found abandoned as a puppy.
“I’ll be back, stay here and protect the house” Lance shushed, rubbing between flattened ears as Kosmo sat obediently, flopping to his stomach and resting his head along his paws. A small huff pushed past well armed jowls, slightly drooling along the hardwood in the process.
Lance merely rolled his eyes at the display of anger, chalking it up to spending too much time with Keith, inevitably giving the pup an attitude. “Drama queen” He mumbled fondly, stepping out into the downpour and down the steps, allowing his bare feet to sink into damp earth. A smell of musk and rejuvenated earth met his upturned nose, reminiscent to nights dancing in the rain at the age of six and sliding in the mud.
Just ahead, Keith turned around, hair plastered to his forehead and cheeks like electric tape. “Oh, I’m sorry if I woke you up, I just wanted to-” He murmured, pausing at the end before giving a sigh, bashfully staring at the ground.
Lance chuckled, scaling the rest of the distance before standing in front of his boyfriend, amused with how he still wore that dumb cropped jacket despite it not fitting him anymore. “Don’t be embarrassed, I missed it too”.
Amethyst eyes flickered up, glistening in the orange light, tiny droplets of rainwater clung along thick lashes like tiny diamonds, refracting the small cluster of stars peeking from dense overcasting clouds. Sure, he looked like a wet rat, but, in Lance’s opinion, he was a very very cute one.
Keith gave a sigh, walking forward in order to intertwine their fingers, slotting his nose beside Lance’s own. They were equal in height now, literally neck and neck.
Past Lance would of snorted at that little joke.
“Remember back at the Garrison when Iverson made us run laps in the rain because I punched that kid, Taylor was his name I think.” The ravenette murmured, puffs of air blowing against Lance’s lips, having slight morning breath. It didn’t bother him, not when the cool rain was pattering against his face once more and the one he loved most was in his arms.
“Yeah,” Lance chuckled, weaving his arms around the wet fabric along Keith’s waist. Subtly, they began to sway, crescendo of rain creating an intoxicating melody. “Hunk pushed himself too hard and ended up barfing all over your back”.
Keith barked out a loud laugh, dropping his head on the brunette’s shoulder, toeing his sock clad foot against Lance’s bare one. The swaying had turned into a ridiculous and clunky waltz, the wet sound of feet sinking into damp earth and pounding rain keeping a beat. It was ridiculous, the passing cars probably assuming they were insane.
They were just stupid in love.
“You helped me to the infirmary even though you told everyone you hated me, I thought it was just to make fun of me-” The ravenette whispered, voice becoming one with the downpour. Lately, it seemed as if Keith had become Lance’s rain, a comfort in times he needed most. Something that bathed him in stardust and made him feel special, like a lone firefly in the biggest of fields.
“But you brought me there without a word and gathered some fresh clothes when the nurse was out for lunch, you even washed it out of my hair” He finished, going quiet as the dancing came to a halt, rain ever slowly growing softer.
Lance only smiled, looking deeply into eyes of amethyst once more, picking out the constellations that lie within. They were filled with promise, a future that promised fruition. “Is that why you missed the rain?”.
Keith let out a low chuckle, fringe dropping in front of his eyes once more. “I think it was the way you looked in the rain that intrigued me, your eyes were impossibly blue and your hair curled along the edges. With the kindness you showed me, I just–I just think I ended up falling in love” He replied shakily, shivering with cold.
The brunette smiled, “I think I did too”.
Lance loved the rain, missed it almost as much as his own family, however, he loved Keith more.
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