For the kiss prompts, how about Shance #19? 😍❤❤
ayyyyy shance, alright here goes
It wasn’t so much that Lance didn’t like sports. He played on two different teams (varsity on both, not to toot his own horn, but yeah). But he just couldn’t get into football.
He couldn’t even say it was one of those weird American things, considering the rest of his family loved it and they’d all lived in Texas, the heartland of football, for over a decade.
It was just boring. So. So. Boring. Lance still couldn’t fathom how a game with only 45 minutes of actual play somehow ended up taking 3 hours. And maybe his feelings towards the game might have something to do with the massive shadow it cast over literally every other sport at Altea. But, whatever, it was really just that there wasn’t anything happening on the field interesting enough to keep his attention.
At least, that was the case before. The new Lions’ quarterback was doing a fantastic job of snagging Lance’s attention and keeping it. Whisked away from Galra University over the summer, Shirogane Takashi had arrived like Helen of Troy. Complete with flowing hair and a bunch of bad blood behind him.
The rivalry between the two schools was infamous, but lately, it felt like an actual assault. Altea’s mascot had her habitat graffitied at the zoo, the football team’s jerseys went missing several times this season, and the entire sports department all of sudden had to deal with an influx of frogs. Things hadn’t even been this bad when Lotor, GU dean’s actual son, had transferred over to join Altea’s fencing team.
If it was literally anybody else on the planet, Lance would probably be at least a little grudging. But having actually met Shiro, because he was also apparently, Keith’s secret best friend and Pidge’s old babysitter, it was impossible to begrudge him anything.
So Lance sucked it up and went to every football game out of a combination of pettiness and jock solidarity. Really all this did was reinforce that football was indeed, boring as hell. Luckily, Shiro was a boon to the eyes as well as to the athletics department, so Lance had no trouble paying attention.
Did he understand anything that was happening during the game? No. Did he understand anything Shiro was telling him now? No.
“So that’s really what I’ve been working on,” he finished.
Lance nodded. He’d been nodding a lot these last few minutes, trying frantically to remember anything, anything at all about football. His friends and family had pretty much given up on trying to explain things to him, so they knew not to rope him into conversations.
But Shiro, sweet, sweet Shiro, who saw Lance at every game, cheering his heart out whenever Shiro did anything–clearly thought otherwise. Lance really didn’t want to explain that he’d absorbed absolutely nothing of this season, so he blurted out something honest and only slightly embarrassing.
“I bet when you finally nail it down, it’s going to look amazing on the field,” Lance said.
A smile played around Shiro’s mouth. “Yeah?”
“You always look amazing out there,” Lance said. “You’re like a revelation on the field. Even I can tell.”
“Not that big a football fan?” Shiro seemed to be closer all of a sudden, which was ridiculous considering that he couldn’t have moved. Lance was hyperaware of the distance between them and–
“What?” He blinked and straightened. “I mean, of course I am. I’m at all the games.”
Shiro nodded thoughtfully. “Third row from the bottom, you dress in alternating school colors every other game.”
Lance flushed hard. How the hell had he even noticed that? Wasn’t he too busy playing to notice the guy who accidentally cheered for the other team every 5 minutes?
“Well, you know, anything to support the team.” Please don’t ask me about a play, or my favorite game, or anything, god please–
“Really?” Shiro said. His eyes seemed to glitter. And he was closer? How was he closer?
“Yep, football Lance that’s me.” Wow, that was stupid. He clutched at his backpack strap, cursing the campus gods for letting him cross paths with Shiro during the minuscule free time they both had in between midterms and games.
“So it sounds like you might be able to help me then.”
“Help?” Lance’s voice didn’t squeak. He might under duress, admit that it was, perhaps, more higher pitched than usual. He cleared his throat. “Like with signs or something?” He could do that, he was good with crafts.
Maybe Shiro wanted him to knit something, Lance thought wildly.
“Not exactly.” And yes, that was an actual step closer. That was, uh, quite closer. He could see the slight curl to the hair falling out of Shiro’s loose bun. The way his muscles pulled the seams of his jacket tight.
“It’s a good luck thing. Nyma said it was a tradition.”
That snapped Lance out of his reverie, and he frowned. “Do you want me to teepee someone’s car because I gotta tell you, I tried that in 7th grade and it won’t turn out the way you think.”
Shiro’s brow furrowed. “No.” He started to say something and then let out a laugh. “It’s not that.”
“Is it something vaguely illegal?”
“Okay,” Lance said, stretching out the word to the end. “Then, I guess?”
“If it makes you uncomfortable,” he started.
“It won’t,” Lance said. He saw the tiny bit of exasperation creep into Shiro’s expression and it made him shrug. “I don’t think you’d put me in a position where I would feel uncomfortable.”
Shiro studied him for a long time. But for once, despite the silence that fell between them and the prolonged eye contact, Lance wasn’t embarrassed. It was just the truth.
“Close your eyes,” he said finally.
Lance shot him a curious look, but Shiro stared back calmly “Okay,” he said again and closed his eyes. It was fine. It was Shiro, and they were like 50 ft from the school’s Starbucks. Nothing bad would happen. Unless.
“You’re not going to do something gross are you?” Lance asked suspiciously. He was the youngest of five kids and he had two older brothers. He’d had his share of slimy surprises.
“I hope not.” He sounded amused, which was only marginally comforting.
A warm hand slid gently across his jaw and Lance forgot what he was going to say. Then, one second he was taking a breath, and the next he was sharing it with someone else.
Shiro kissed softly and patiently, like he had all day to kiss Lance. Like there was no rush. Cool, metal fingers played with the hem of his t-shirt, brushing against his hip bone. He shivered and pressed closer. Shiro was more confident, lips more firm and bold. When he opened his mouth, Lance followed suit with a sigh.
Finally, finally when they had to take a real breath, Shiro let him go. Lance shuddered, air flooding his lungs. It felt like the first time he won a heat, heart pounding and body aching.
He licked his lips. “So. That was.” He struggled to remember what Shiro had said. “Tradition?”
“Kiss from a fan,” Shiro said, smirking slightly.
Huh. Well. Shiro’s fan, maybe. As if hearing that, the hand at his hip pulled him close.
Okay, Shiro’s fan definitely.
welp. i honestly did not think it would be that long. i uh, got really invested in fleshing this out
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