15 for the grumpy affectionate starters? :)
(klance friends with benefits to boyfriends with benefits. and it kinda got...carried away? whoops? mild angst but with a very mushy ending, because it’s me.)
“Hi, I’ve been subtly hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.”
“Hmm?” Keith looked up from his book to see a rather irate Lance doing his best to glare daggers at him.
“I said,” Lance enunciated very clearly, “you’ve been ignoring me, and it’s pissing me off.”
Keith scoffed, doing his best to return to his book. It wasn’t his fault that Lance didn’t know how to deal with not being the center of attention for once. “I thought you wanted me to ignore you. Wasn’t that part of the arrangement?”
Lance groaned and flopped back onto the couch, tossing an errant arm over his face, mumbling incoherently into his his skin.
Keith sighed and closed his book and put it down next to him, resigned to the fact that he’d get no peace until Lance had decided he would.
“Friends with benefits, that’s what you said. None of that, and I quote, ‘mushy boyfriend stuff.’ You don’t get to be pissed at me for not paying attention to you.”
“But I want you to!”
This time Keith fixed Lance with dagger-like eyes. “Again, this is not a relationship. You said so.”
Truth be told, Keith had been paying attention. Too much, in fact, which is why he’d decided that today, he wouldn’t. Just to prove to himself that this...thing that was going on between him and Lance didn’t consist of real feelings on his part. Because Keith having real feelings meant that they’d have to stop.
So he’d resolved to train without lingering eyes, to fly without any unnecessary competitions-a.k.a.-flirting, to finally read the only fucking book on this goddamn castle-ship. It happened to be Pride and Prejudice, which Hunk’d had in one of the many pockets on his cargo pants for some unknown reason. Safe to say, Keith hadn’t gotten very far until he got distracted by Lance’s own pair of fine eyes.
“And besides,” Keith said, getting heated, “even if it were a relationship, which it is not, as you have stipulated many times, I wouldn’t be looking at you longingly every single second!”
The silence that rang out allowed the echoes of Keith’s words to come bouncing back to him, and Lance’s silence only made the fear grow stronger that he’d given too much of his own heart away.
“I...”
“Lance, just--” Keith sighed. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Lance sat bolt upright. “What?”
“I can’t do this with you anymore. Friends with benefits, or whatever it is. It’s not working for me.”
Keith pushed up from the couch, grabbing his book before trying to walk away. But a tug on his arm stopped him, Lance’s gentle fingers gripping his wrist.
“Can I....can I ask what changed?” Lance’s eyes peered up at Keith’s, and Keith could see the same tears threatening to fall down his own face shimmering in Lance’s eyes. In a smaller voice, Lance asked, “Was it me?”
“Of course it was you,” Keith said quietly, intensely. “You made it impossible not to lo--not to care about you.”
“Keith...”
“It’s okay, Lance. I broke the rules, I’ll suffer the consequences.”
Lance’s grip tightened on Keith’s wrist as Keith tried to walk away.
“Lance, just...just let me go.” Tears were streaming relentlessly down his face now.
“No.”
“Lance.”
“No, I won’t let you go.”
“Lance, please.”
“Nope, not gonna happen.”
“Lance, you’re making this so much harder than it needs to be. Just let me go.”
Lance shook his head. “No, because I love you too.”
The castle could have gone careening into a wormhole at that very moment, and Keith wouldn’t have been any the wiser, because to him, time had just stopped.
“You...I’m sorry, what?”
“I love you, too.”
Lance said those words like they were the simplest things in the world, not something fundamentally earth-shattering.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes, Keith. God! I love you!”
“You--you do?”
And suddenly, Keith was tugged off-balance---though admittedly that wasn’t very hard to do considering the metaphorical rug being pulled out from under him---and he went tumbling into Lance’s lap on the couch, eager hands bringing his face up to Lance’s, even more eager lips pressing up against his until Keith started to kiss back.
The sensation was so familiar but so, so new, with smiles threatening to break across their faces.
“You love me?”
“Yes,” Lance said, pressing a soft kiss to Keith’s lips. “You love me?”
“Yes,” Keith said. And he found that the words were easy.
“Good,” Lance said, wrapping his arms around Keith to pull him more securely into his lap. “Now, pay attention to me. I’m your boyfriend now, so you have to.”
A grin tugged at the corner of Keith’s mouth. “Oh do I now?”
“Mm-hmm,” Lance said primly. “That’s the rule.”
“Hmm, I don’t think that’s how it works.” Keith reached behind him to pick up his discarded book, holding it up behind Lance’s head and continuing to read.
Lance tried to snap the book out of Keith’s hands, but Keith was well-prepared for it.
“I don’t think so. Let me read--I just got to the good part.”
“Keith!”
Keith just laughed, and Lance buried his face in his neck.
“I love you.”
Keith felt the vibration of the words against his skin, and his body lit up like a live wire.
He tossed the book behind him and pulled Lance’s face up to meet his. “And I love you.”
It was safe to say that Lance felt thoroughly paid attention to.
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