“There you are!” Lance shouts at him the moment his blue eyes fall on his own, a big wide smile breaking his face. “Babe, where were you¡?”
“Right here,” Keith mumbles quietly to himself, a chuckle leaving his lips when Lance doesn’t wait any longer and breaks into a sprint. Keith’s been here the entire time.
Waiting. Hoping. Praying.
“Oof,” Keith huffs the moment Lance’s body crashes against his own but he doesn’t waste a moment before he’s picking up his weight, laughing at Lance’s sudden shout of surprise.
“Keith!” Lance laughs, putting down his hands on Keith’s shoulders for support. Keith feels his stomach pooling itself with warmth when brown fingers start playing with the back of his head. “Babe.”
“Sweetheart,” Keith mumbles back fondly, staring up at the brunet in his arms as if he was the sun itself. Maybe he was. “Ready for tonight?”
“If you are ready to finally to spill the beans,” Lance huffs theatrically, rolling his eyes with fake exasperation before leans down and drops a kiss on top of his boyfriend’s head. “Your hover bike is on the garage; waiting for you.”
“Then let’s go,” Keith whispers, tilting his face up and staying there until Lance blinks with understanding and meets his lips in a chase soft kiss. “Your surprise is waiting.”
“Yey,” Lance mumbles against his lips, dropping three more quick kisses before pulling back and letting himself be placed back on the ground. “I’m so ready for tonight, your secrecy has been driving me crazy.”
Keith snorts, rolling his eyes as his hand finds Lance’s own by instinct and follows his boyfriend’s lead to the garage.
“You will understand soon enough,” Keith whispers softly, raising their intertwined hands up for him to kiss brown knuckles while his free hand pats the small box inside his jeans.
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