Klance - One shots

Frisbee

*Fluff to start y'all off slow*

Keith Kogane was not the happiest person or the easiest to deal with but what made it ten thousand times worse was when he was walking to class he was greeted with a frisbee to the face.

He whipped around quickly to see where the flying object had come from only to see Lance fucking Mcclain running towards him. As much as he absolutely hated himself for it his heart slightly fluttered. This however did not wipe the hard glare of his face as he watched Lance jog closer. 

"What the actual heck Mcclain!" He semi-shouted, a few people around him looking to see what was going on and who had angered the grinch of the campus. 

Lance stopped in front of Keith sheepishly, bending down and picking up his frisbee, trying not to look Keith in the eyes for fear of being turned to stone. He stood back up and placed his hands on his hips, loosely holding the frisbee against his blue sleeveless shirt that hung off of his body in a way that Keith almost couldn't stand for several reasons. 

"Well maybe you shouldn't have been walking through a frisbee game if you didn't want to get hit." Lance retorted. "Or hit on." He said quieter wiggling his eyebrows at Keith. 

Keith did nothing but roll his eyes, tearing his eyes away from checking Lance out reluctantly, he hated to admit how much he loved Lance, aesthetically at least. It was almost a known fact at this point that the two were rivals, never got along and almost every interaction ended in a fight. 

"What?" Keith's eyes narrowed further, his chest tightening with it, Lance was flirty and he was not fond of the fact that Lance flirted with almost everyone, most of all Keith but he was pretty sure it was just to try and piss him off. 

"You heard me gorgeous, the frisbee won't be the only thing hitting that." He winked and begun to stroll away from Keith casually, not seeing the brilliant shade of pink Keith turned at this comment, he turned back briefly as he was walking and saw how pink Keith had turned. 

"Awww, is little Keithy embarrassed? Or is it that you want me to~" This only made Keith's cheeks heat up further, his glare faltering for a second before hardening. 

"Bite me Lance." He growled angrily, knowing if he continued this he would be late to class but it didn't matter, he needed to tell Lance that he definitely wasn't seconds away from exploding. 

Lance's smirk only widened at this comment. "Where." Keith gasped slightly, turning to walk away, hoping Lance would just let him go before turning around and walking up to Lance, trying to convey all the fury he felt. 

Lance was ever so slightly terrified and started to take steps backward, knowing that Keith was faster then him anyway from experience.

He grabbed Lance's collar, pulling him down roughly and smashing his lips again Lance's, closing his eyes, Lance's eyes staying wide open in shock. It was Lance's turn to go a spectacular shade of pink.

Before Lance even knew it Keith had pulled away and grabbed his arm, fishing a pen out of his backpack. Lance looked around to see pidge and hunk staring at him, they knew how much Lance liked keith and that's why even though pidge through the frisbee they let Lance go and get it. 

Keith popped open the pens lid and scribbled his number down on Lance's arm before storming off, leaving a bewildered Lance to stare at the black ink on his arm wondering of the things to come. 

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Woo boy, a pt.2 for this story is unlikely, but if you would like one please let me know.

Peace out brussel sprouts