Klance Collection

Genuine

Keith doesn't understand how he became Lance's go-to listener in some situations. He was currently trying to clean his amour within the confinements of his room when Lance in all of his glory, walked in, saying god knows what to no one. 

Keith glowered at the tan boy who walked in and plopped himself onto Keith's neatly made bed. "So I was like, 'Dude, you'e totally screwed'. And that was how I got my little bro a date," he finished. Keith gave a slow clap. 

"What are you doing in my room? Don't you have your own?" Keith protested. Lance ignored the obvious point and continued to sprawl across the bed. Keith then noticed that there was a bruise on the sliver of skin exposed on Lance's hip. "How did you get that bruise?"

Lance gave him a questioning look until he noticed it. He pulled his shirt down and looked away. "It's nothing."

Keith frowned. Its been months now, drifting in space, fighting Galra, and being Defenders of the Universe. Over the span of those months, Keith learned how to become less 'Grr' to 'Hey' (but that's what Lance says). 

Keith was proud of himself for learning how to become more opening to the other members of the team. He was more proud that Lance had open up to him and they fight/argue less. But with Lance keeping quiet and avoiding a simple question made Keith worried. 

"Seriously, we're friends now, you should tell me what's wrong. I mean it's just a bruise but if you don't want to explain something so simple..."

"I got it from the last mission okay?! Chillax," Lance snapped. He turned his back to Keith and faced the wall instead. 

Keith felt his heart stutter. Snippets of the last mission flashed in his head. They were against a small Galra fleet but the fight wasn't only held within the lions and ships, it was taken on solid ground. 

Keith grunted as a soldier pushed his sword closer. Then the weight disappeared and Keith could see Lance huffing. He had rammed his body against the soldier - amour and all- and turned to check on Keith. 

"You okay?" he asked, out of breath. Keith nodded, his ears heating up. 

Keith sighed. "Is it from the time you shoved your body against that soldier?" 

Lance tensed up and turned his head. Keith could see a bit of red crawling up the tan skin. "Maybe.." Lance mumbled.  Keith chuckled. 

He stood up and sat on the bed, gazing fondly down at Lance unknowingly. Lance stared for a while. "You know, if you looked at me all the time, maybe I would've considered your feelings for me genuine."

Keith sputtered and smacked Lance on the arm. Lance squawked and arms and limbs flying everywhere. Keith managed to wrestle Lance and hold the shirt over the skin, seeing the bluish purple skin. It stood out against Lance's ever-so tan. 

Keith gave Lance a look, who in return just mumbled nonsense. "We should get this iced before it gets worse," Keith decided. He tugged Lance along, who spewed up any insult he could come up with. 

Keith had Lance sit on the counter while he looked for some sort of Altean ice pack. Lance hissed as Keith pressed the ice pack lightly onto the bruising spot. "I think I can hold it just fine," Lance retorted. 

"Oh uh yeah," Keith stumbled. He stepped away and let Lance do it. They let the silence hung over them, a comfort more than awkwardness. 

"Thanks ya know? For uh..showing concern I guess," Lance said. He laughed, Keith's ear perking up at the noise. 

Keith wouldn't ever say this out loud but whenever it was just the two of them and Lance did this..really cute laugh, it sounded like bells and reminded Keith of the bells he would hear during Christmas or a festival. 

Keith couldn't help but to laugh along. In the corner of his eyes, Lance's eyes shone. Damn, he was something alright.