Shance Holiday Gift Exchange
Hello, this is my Shance Holiday gift for @veilofemptyspace . I hope you like it! Happy Holidays!! I don’t have my laptop and have to post this from mobile, so I hope it doesn’t screw with the format or anything.
Thank you to @shanceholidayexchange2019 for putting together this fantastic event!!
Lance could feel his heart going crazy, thumping up a storm in his chest. He loved the holidays, and this year would be the amazing because he would be celebrating it with all of his friends. He’d been bummed that he couldn’t travel home to see his family, but Shiro had invited him, along with Hunk, Pidge, and Allura to his and Keith’s place for Christmas. Shiro was just nice like that.
Lance was of course excited to spend the day with his friends and felt warmth in his chest that Shiro wanted him to be there for such an important day. Shiro, who Lance had had a crush on basically since the moment he saw him stressing out about some homework in the library, but working diligently at it even through his frustration.
Since then, Lance had pined endlessly, unable to get Shiro’s beautiful eyes or strong arms out of his mind. Even the way he would raise one eyebrow and laugh when something amused him would release a bolt of electricity into Lance’s insides. At this point, Lance couldn’t do anything about his pounding heart and tingling stomach when Shiro did even the simplest, most normal things.
Lance knew there was no way Shiro liked him, he wasn’t even going to get his hopes up, and he definitely wasn’t going to go through the pain of getting rejected. Still, sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if something would ever be possible between them. He always managed to stomp down the hope, though, so convinced that there was no way Shiro would ever even notice him.
Which is why Lance’s face was now burning red while his face screwed up in confusion, his nose and eyebrows scrunching a little bit. Shiro has just payed his head into Lance’s lap, snuggling as close to the young man as he could get. He’d had a bit too much of Hunk’s famous eggnog, his face dusted pink and his eyes drifting closed as he let out a contented sigh.
And, of course, Keith was standing at the entrance to the living room, doubled over with laughter at Lance’s predicament. Hunk and Pidge, though also amused, managed to hold back, hiding their giggles behind their hands. Allura had already passed out on the other couch, softly snoring away.
Lance didn’t know where to put his arms or how to move, so he ended up stuck with his arms in front of him, his eyes glued to his hero, SLEEPING... ON HIS LAP!
Eventually, Keith came to his rescue, waving his hand in front of Lance’s face, then moving Lance’s arms so his hands rested on Shiro’s shoulder rather than being held out awkwardly.
Hunk put on a movie, sitting beside Lance and getting comfortable on the couch. The others also sat down around the room, Pidge next to Allura and Keith on the other side of Shiro.
Even with the movie playing in the background, Lance couldn’t tear his attention away from the man sleeping so comfortably on him, every minuscule move Shiro made intensified in Lance’s mind.
Lance tried to calm his breathing, to slow his heart, to concentrate on the tv. He loved The Nightmare before Christmas, he could almost recite it by memory at this point.
After a few minutes, when Shiro released a happy hum, Lance realized that he had slowly started carting his hands through Shiro’s soft hair. His face warmed once again, but he didn’t stop. Shiro seemed happy and Lance loved the feel of his hair between his fingers. Nobody else seemed to notice.
Throughout the movie, Lance’s eyelids became heavier and heavier, his hand in Shiro’s hair slowing. Slowly, his heart finally calmed down, his breathing evening out, his eyes drifting shut into sleep.
Lance was warm. It was so comfortable and he felt safe. He couldn’t wake up now, not when everything was cozy. Yet, his brain was awake, wether he wanted it to be or not, and his body would eventually have to follow suit.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was black and soft. A blanket? No, it was a shirt. A shirt worn by a broad chest. The chest was connected to a body, of course, Lance noted as his sight travelled up towards a face. A beautiful one. Shiro’s. His warm smile and soft grey eyes. Eyes that were open and looking directly at Lance. Lance, who’d been sleeping snuggled into Shiro’s side.
Lance’s face burst into flames, his ears felt so hot. He stammered out some kind of greeting, which sounded more like a squeal than anything else, but didn’t know what else to do. Luckily, Shiro did. He smiled at Lance, then pulled him close once again into a hug, where Lance fit snuggly against his broad chest. He released a sigh and in less than a minute, his breathing evened out. He was once again asleep.
Lance wanted to spend time thinking about what this meant, whether this meant that Shiro liked him or wanted to be with him, maybe he just thought of this as sleeping beside a brother? No, that couldn’t be right, he was cuddling Lance. Oh well, nothing Lance could do about any of the questions he had now. He might as well just enjoy it while he could. And so, he slept.
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