first date
thanks to popular demand, i’ve decided to crosspost my 30 Days of Klance ficlets here!! i’ll be posting a ficlet a day, as i did in june. they’re around 900 words each and all sfw. enjoy 💙❤️
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30 DAYS OF KLANCE
This isn't a date.
Lance sits straight as a board, staring at the screen hard enough to make his eyes sting a little. Nope. He won't blink. Or glance to his right. Or even think about scooping some weird purple alien popcorn out of the container perched in Keith's lap.
He's going to watch this movie so attentively that he'll be able to quote it word for word long after it's over. Although… he's lost track of what's happening. Something about a grand Altean wedding? And family drama? Like the Altean equivalent of My Big Fat Greek Wedding maybe. He isn't sure, okay, because Keith asked to go to a theater at the space mall— just the two of them— and now his hand is on the arm rest between them with his fingerless gloves and hastily clipped nails and—
“That kiss looked really uncomfortable,” Keith remarks offhandedly around a mouthful of popcorn. He motions at the couple on screen post-kiss. “He did not know what he was doing.”
And the words are out of Lance's mouth before he can stop them. “How would you know?”
Oh sweet mother of quiznak strike me dead right here and now.
But Keith takes it all in stride and has the nerve to remain completely calm. “Because I've been kissed before?”
“What?” Lance hisses. “I mean— uh. So have I but… how could you tell?” Which is a blatant lie, but Keith doesn't need to know that.
“Yeah on a few occasions when we were still at the Garrison.” He shrugs. “Nothing too earth-shattering. I can hardly remember them. Well, except for the first one.”
Keith then launches into a full, whispered retelling of his first kiss. Lance’s face is burning. There's a persistent itch beneath the surface of his skin that has him shifting around anxiously. Wondering what it'd be like to bury his fingers in Keith's hair, how his lips would feel against his. He never knew any of this about Keith. That a shy boy in their second year of the pilot program pressed a chaste kiss to Keith's lips in the darkened halls of the dorms. That Keith liked kissing. More importantly, Lance wonders why Keith felt the need to tell him in the first place
Lance is really starting to think this might be a maybe kinda sorta date after all?
“...and that was that.” Keith finishes with a sigh. “I haven't kissed anyone since.”
“You can kiss me.”
Oh, really now?! He can, Lance? Lance wants to rip out his damn tongue. He'd gone and done it now.
“Okay,” Keith answers simply. “People kiss on first dates anyway.”
Date. Alright, okay. Cool, cool, cool. So this has been a date all along. No big deal. Keith's flirty little, “It's a date,” when Lance agreed to come suddenly made a lot of sense.
Gold star for Lance!
“This is our first—” The rest of Lance's question is swallowed by Keith because oh my shit he's really leaning over and kissing me.
Soft and hesitant, unmoving for a couple seconds. Warmth radiates from the point of contact. Lance feels his eyes roll back in his head, an unbidden noise of contentment slipping out. This is amazing, Lance muses deliriously before Keith pulls away.
“We'll, uh,” Keith mumbles, awkwardly fumbling with the popcorn container. “Continue that later. I guess. If you want.”
Eyes still closed shut, Lance hums softly. His brain has officially melted. What are words? Do they even matter anymore?
“Absolutely,” he manages to respond with a dreamy sigh.
