Almost Home
so this was a struggle and a half because my dumb ass didn’t save the first time and then my wifi conked out :/ anyway, here it is!! for @voltabon (tagging your Voltron blog hope that’s ok if not just let me know and i’ll remove it) thank you SO MUCH for the request!!!12 B+D with Klance fluff from that lil drabble ask meme thing:) idk if I liked how it turned out but I hope you enjoy!!!
The whir of the plane’s engine had long since faded to background noise, but it still managed to hammer its way into Keith’s ears and rattle around his skull. He stifled a groan, not wanting to wake the stranger in the seat to his right.
Lance, on his other side, looked up from the book he was reading. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Keith told his boyfriend quickly. Lance buried his nose back in the book and Keith rested his fingers on his temples. His head was pounding.
He had no idea how long they’d been on the plane, or how much time was left, all he knew was that he wanted to go home. It had been a fun vacation, but Keith was drained and all he wanted to do was lay down in his own bed with some Advil for his head and maybe a hot water bottle for his stomach. He hadn’t been feeling well since this morning, but he hadn’t dared to tell Lance. If Lance knew, he’d probably have made the both of them stay in a hotel room for another night, insisting Keith shouldn’t be flying if he wasn’t feeling 100%. Keith didn’t mind Lance doting over him, but he was more than eager to go home.
A soft ding made him look up, and then the flight attendants appeared, telling everyone to fasten their seatbelts. Keith fumbled with his until Lance reached over and helped him buckle up.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lance asked, deep blue eyes swimming with concern. “You look a little pale.”
“Yes, Lance, I’m-” Before he could say fine, a sudden jolt of the plane cut him off. The aircraft continued to rumble through the sky, jerking its passengers around in their seats. Turbulence, Keith thought, gritting his teeth. It was probably only minor, but to Keith’s aching head and stomach it felt like being jostled along a roller coaster ride. When it was finally over, he couldn’t stop the pitiful whine that escaped his lips.
“Keith,” Lance said, gently cupping his palm around Keith’s cheek, “be honest. What’s wrong?”
Keith sighed, nuzzling into Lance’s touch. He might as well tell the truth, there was nothing Lance could do now that they were headed home. “I guess I’m not feeling too great,” he admitted.
“Aw, baby,” Lance cooed. “What’s bothering you?”
“M’head hurts. And my stomach,” Keith mumbled. He shut his eyes and slumped against Lance’s shoulder.
Lance brushed Keith’s hair back to press a kiss to his forehead. “Did you eat breakfast this morning? You might just be hungry.”
Keith shook his head, and Lance began rummaging through his bag in search of a snack. He produced a granola bar and a bottle of water, promptly handing both to a very miserable and reluctant Keith. He only managed a few sips and small bites; moving his jaw only hurt his head more. Though, admittedly, having some food in him did make him feel a little better.
Lance shifted to better support Keith’s weight, and once they were both more comfortable he smoothed his hands along Keith’s arms to try and help him relax. Keith shivered. He hadn’t realized how cold the plane was in comparison to Lance’s warmth. Before he could protest, Lance was wiggling out of his jacket and wrapping it around Keith, pulling the hood over his head to shield his eyes from the bright lights up above. Keith decided he didn’t even want to protest. He snuggled into Lance, welcoming his embrace, the warm breath on his neck and hands rubbing his back.
“I’ll look out for you,” Lance murmured, “just get some rest. We’re almost home.”
