[vld fic, shance] joyriding
written for @punkinpinkglitter for @vldexchangeĀ ās 2019 shiro birthday exchange! i was so excited to get your requests and i really hope this hits the spot for you. <3
Joyriding (Above and Below the Stars)
Lance & Shiro, Lance/Shiro
Canon Divergence - No Voltron, Snorkeling, Stargazing, Hoverbikes, Friendship, First Kiss, Birthday Kiss
This is the third launch day since Shiro was grounded, the third he's spending with his good friend Lanceāand the first where Lance wants to try something a little different. If Shiro will go for it; if Shiro will trust him.
Of course Shiro trusts him.
Shiro stands by Black, deferring to Lance. This was the one thing Lance hadn't been sure about: whether Shiro would let Lance drive his beloved hoverbike. Lance has been on it plenty of times, but only with Shiro. Hot-wiring it and getting it here for Shiro's surprise is different from actually driving it, and Lance was prepared to give Shiro directions to their destination from the back. He can't deny the small thrill it gives him when he realizes how much farther Shiro is trusting him than Lance asked for; his own grin amplifies the thrill before he can think about trying to hide it and even when he does think about it, he only smiles more.
As Lance is mounting up, Shiro says, "Do you want me to be blindfolded?"
Lance swallows his visceral response instead of turning it into a joke, though he does let himself smile as he shakes his head. "You'd be in the dark for hours, and I hope you'll enjoy the view on the way to the view."
It doesn't come out as smooth as he'd wanted it to but Shiro seems intrigued, more focused on the mystery than the words. "So there's a view..."
Lance grins again but offers no other clues as Shiro climbs on behind him.
They launch over the edge of the low cliff with the smallest freefall before they even out and Lance turns the bike parallel to the water. A flock of orange-billed terns lets out a shrill, raucous protest of disruption as they scatter, reforming as they settle again in the bike's wake. There's probably a shorter way to get from here to there but there's not a prettier one than following the coastline. The ocean glistens with the fully risen sun, the curls of the brilliant white capped waves even more deceptively luscious than the wisps of marine layer that haven't burned out of the sky yet.
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