Brown Sugar
LISTEN. LISTEN.
i’ve got nothing, this was going to be the start of a sugar daddy klance fic but...turns out I can’t do shit that doesn’t turn into smitten fucking dorks in less than a snap.
no nsfw bc the smut i did for this au i posted separated from it so....yeh. you all safe from ym bad porn.
also, im still laughing at the title.
Keith doesn’t know how it started but somehow he ended up with a daddy.
A sugar one. He means.
Right.
Keith sighs softly as his hands runs over the smooth fabric of his new comforter. He enjoys the fabric, soft against his skin as he moves his hand up and down, left and right, up and down.
He hums as he tries to think back to a moment in the past few weeks where he had mentioned his favorite color. He doubts that Lance would have known which comforter to buy.
Yet, somehow, Lance nailed it on the color and now Keith has a brand new comforter of the color of red wine.
Classy.
He told himself he wouldn’t use it, just like he had told Lance weeks before that he didn’t need anything and that he was fine; but now, as his shitty tiny smurf-like apartment grows colder by the second, he resigns himself to take the edge of the comforter and throw it above himself, becoming a human burrito.
A warm and toasty human burrito. He can’t complain.
His cellphone’s screen comes to life not a second later after he had finally warmed up his hands. Grumbling under his breath, Keith makes a small opening on the edge of his burrito to reach out for his phone that lays near him on the bed.
He doesn’t need to read the contact’s name to know who is calling him at eleven at night in the middle of winter while he’s burying himself on the warmest and fluffiest comforter in the world.
Again, he can’t complain about his situation.
“Lance.”
But he will.
“Hey, samurai!” Lance’s familiar and cheerful voice echoes through the phone’s speakers, making Keith to roll his eyes and dropping the phone next to his ear, knowing full well there was no point of pressing the thing against his ear and lose an ear from the brunet’s loud voice. “Did you like your gift?”
“Lance, how many times do I have to tell you?” Keith grumbles, voice muffled as he buries his face against the comforter but he still hears Lance snort. “I didn’t sleep with you for all...this.”
“I never said you did!” Lance replies casually and Keith can almost see the growing grin on Lance’s lips as he continues to talk. “I just thought you may like it. My sis bought one like two weeks ago and I was like ‘my baby needs that shit’.”
Keith purses his lips and shifts, lips twitching when his exposed stomach rubs against the soft fabric of the comforter. “Lance, I told you: no gifts.”
“Aja, alright but I don’t remember agreeing to that.” Lance replies casually, being used at the complain, “I want to pamper you, is that so wrong?”
It is. It really really is when what was supposed to be meaningless sex to relieve his stress over finals is slowly turning into hidden longing feelings for a certain cuban man who keeps caring for him like no one ever before.
“You’re not my boyfriend, Lance.” Keith reminds curtly, taking comfort on the softness of his cocoon.
There’s a small pause between them before Lance hums quietly. “You never answered though.”
Keith sighs, shifting under his cocoon before he gives in. “It’s...really warm. Thank you, Lance.”
“It was my pleasure, kitten.” Lance says loudly from his end and Keith rolls his eyes, the image of a smug grin making him snort. “Like, quite literally my pleasure, if you know what I mean.”
Keith groans, hiding his blush against his comforter when when there’s no one to see it. “God, you’re the worst.”
“You legit did not say that two nights ago.”
“Don’t remember, didn’t happen,”
