“You smell different now,” Seventh whispered, and Lance laughed when he felt his breath against his neck AGAIN.
Could he tell him that getting that close made him uncomfortable (HORNY)? Yes, he could.
Did he want to? Hell no. Lance loved every chance Seventh took to stay close to him—holding his hand to anchor him, sitting nearby, or simply staying inside his personal space.
It was like saying: You’re good, you make me comfortable.
In old Keith language, at least—and Lance was absolutely into that. He liked to imagine that Seventh was more open about it because he didn’t have memories of rejection or abandonment (Keith had once told him about his past as an orphan) and didn’t have the same aversion or hesitation about getting close to people.
“Do I smell good?” Lance asked with another playful smile, and he felt his ears grow warm when Seventh frowned but then broke into a wide grin…a pretty charming one, if he dared to say.
“I disagree. Himeko says I’m hilarious.”
Lance laughed and shook his head but decided to grant him that victory, because if there was one golden rule to staying in Seventh’s good graces, it was: NEVER contradict or say anything against Himeko.
Even if that meant almost choking after taking a sip of the coffee the woman had made.
Extract from: Chapter 14 Killed in Action on AO3 ;)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77365936/chapters/213345836#workskin