• t r a p p e d • ~ klance fic ~

•trapped• part IX

"Pidge!" Lance yelled. "Would you shut up?"

"How did you even hear that?" Keith said, visibly nervous. "That happened before you got here."

"The mic on the helmet, it picked up everything," Pidge started to explain. "Anyone on the ship could tune into it at any time."

"Are you serious?" Lance anxiously asked. "You have to be kidding!"

"She's not joking," Hunk said. "It felt like watching a rom-com, but without the visuals."

"But, that means you heard... that?" Keith said, his voice cracking more than once. He cleared his throat.

"I mean we could've but we had the decency to give you some privacy," Pidge said with a wink.

"Don't worry though," Pidge assures them. "The only people who heard anything were me and Hunk, and maybe Coran while he was connected to your mic but not anytime else."

Both Keith and Lance sighed with relief.
"You promise not to tell anyone?" Lance looked at Pidge and Hunk hopefully.

"Of course dude!" Hunk said while initiating a pinky promise to seal the deal. "Break it and you have to cut off your pinky."

"Pidge, pinky promise," Lance said.

"This is so childish," she said, hooking her pinky around Lance's. She didn't mention she really enjoyed letting loose and being childish.

"So how are we going to get out of this ship?" Keith raised a brow. "Altean pod or lion?"

"We brought the green lion, to avoid detection," Pidge said, leading them out.
They soon arrived at the exit of the galran ship.

"So, uh, are you guys like a thing now?" Hunk cautiously asked.

"What?! No! Of course not," Lance said, frantically. Keith turned his head away to hide the blush creeping up his face.

They stepped into the mouth of the green lion while Pidge buckled herself into the pilots seat.

"Fair warning, guys," Hunk said. "Pidge is a little crazy when she pilots."

"Oh, please," Lance winked. "It's nothing I can't handle."

Pidge started the lion and fiddled around with with a few controls before lifting off. Hunk tried to stay by her seat and held onto the back but Keith and Lance obviously didn't take Hunk's warning to heart. The sharp curves made them lose balance and stumble clumsily. They were both helplessly trying to cling onto the walls in one of the corners of the lion's head.

"I know I said Lance is the worst pilot ever, but you're a close second!" Keith yelled over the roar of the machinery.

Pidge got bored and rapidly threw the lion into a nose dive. Such a sudden and narrow movement sent Lance and Keith crashing against the wall, who by now had given up on trying to stand. Or rather, Lance was sent crashing against the wall and Keith's landing was softened by Lance.

"Ow!" Lance cried, reaching for his stomach, where Keith hit him. "Get up."

"I-I'm trying to but Pidge's flying is insane!" he said. "My legs feel like jello."

"I wish I could disagree, but I don't think I can stand either."

The position they were in reminded Keith of the small room they were just trapped in. It was almost exactly the way they were sitting when Lance braided his hair. Lance's heart was pounding, almost certainly from the crazy flying going on at the moment, as Keith's was too.

"Hey, Lance," Keith softly said, his voice being drowned out by the sounds of the lion.
"What?" Lance yelled. "I can't hear you!"
Keith craned his neck back and pulled Lance a little closer.

"Can you redo my hair?" he said quietly, right into Lance's ear. By moving impossibly close to Lance, they could talk without yelling, and if they stayed crouched in the corner they were in, they wouldn't be painfully thrown against any walls.

Lance parted Keith's hair into a few sections and began braiding. Keith's hair was so soft, Lance wanted to play with it all day. Each lock gracefully slipped passed his fingers as he was intertwining them. He tied the end of the braid by looping a lock of Keith's hair around itself again.

"Done," Lance said, trying to hide a smile. He could kiss him right now, honestly. If there would be no consequences, he already would have.

Keith on the other hand was trying to repel any remotely soft thought about Lance.
Even the way his breath felt against his neck or the way his eyebrow arched when he was saying something stupid or the way his chest radiated warmth against Keith's back.
Lance was resting his hand on his knee and because of they way they were sitting, Keith's hand was only a few centimeters away from Lance's. He could scoot his hand over just a little and be holding Lance's. He seriously considered doing so, before he realized how weird that would be.
Keith felt so small being wrapped up in Lance's limbs. Though Keith usually didn't like feeling small, he felt comforted and protected when he was with Lance.
Keith was confused about his feelings towards Lance.

He didn't know what they were or what to call them. He didn't hate Lance, and there was more than a rivalry between them. They were definitely friends but that didn't seem completely right, though he hadn't had too many friends before, he knew that this was something else. He didn't know any other words that were applicable to his relationship with Lance. Well, there was one word but it implies a lot. Does that describe what Keith feels for Lance?

Keith tried to figure it out his intentions. Were they more than friendly? As soon as Keith realized everything matched what he thought it was, his mouth fell opened, just slightly, and his face was taken over with an intense shade of red.

Love.

Keith was in love with Lance.

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