Voltron One-shots

Study Buddies-Klance

It was a rainy Friday, classes were canceled, and Keith had nothing better to do than binge watch a bunch of Netflix, he had no assignments to turn in or tests to study for, so that's just what he did.

Lance on the other hand, had a bunch of overdue assignments, or upcoming ones that he hadn't started yet, and at least three tests in the next week. Unluckily for him, he had no idea what the classes were about, he paid attention, but he was never good at listening, he preferred hands on learning.

So, there Lance was, sitting in his bed, surrounded by papers and books that he didn't really understand, with his phone in his hand, finger pausing over the call button, until his mind finally got it over with, "The worst he can say is I'm an idiot and to go bother someone else." And he pressed call.

Keith was startled when I don't love you by Mcr started blaring from his phone, he struggled to find it and when he did, he was confused, "Why is Lance calling me? On a Friday off no less?" He answered with a questioning tone, "Lance? What's up?"

"Shoot, Shoot, craaap I didn't think he'd answer-" His thoughts were interrupted by Keith yet again "Lance?" "Yeah um, Keith? Would you mind coming over to me dorm... I kinda, uh need help... studying..." The line was silent for a bit and Lance thought for a second that Keith might've hung up until he heard his voice from the other side of the phone, "Sure. I'll be there in a bit" Saying Lance was shocked was an understatement. "Wait, really?" "Yeah, it's not like I have anything better to do. I'm bringing my books because lord knows you don't take notes in class. See you in a bit." Keith hung up on a rather confused Lance, "B-Bye?" huh, that went better than I thought it would.

Despite talking to Lance so casually only minutes prior, Keith was freaking out. Not only was Lance Keith's close friend, but also his crush. He had been since he helped Keith after he fell in a basket toss, Allura's fault for changing the stunt group- oh yeah, Keith was a cheerleader in high school. Only because he needed the credit and he was small enough to fly, he wouldn't admit that he had fun, though he got scared quite often. But now, he was packing his school bag with all his class notes, about to head over to Lance's dorm, which was around the corner from Keith's own.

Little did Keith know, Lance himself was having his own mini-panic. Lance adored everything about the male, and though he'd never admitted it to anyone, almost all of his friends seemed to know. But Keith would be over in a few minutes and Lance felt that the clock was ticking way to fast, and not fast enough.

Way too soon for either of their liking, Keith found himself by Lance's door, he knocked rather gently before Lance opened the door, "H-hey Keith." He smiled. "Hey Lance." Lance found himself blushing at the smile that adorned Keith's face. "C-c-come in!" he moved over and sat back on his bed, almost laughing at Keith's horrified expression. "What?" Lance snickered, Keith hated messes. "No wonder you need help studying! You can't find anything in this mess!" This time Lance did laugh, as Keith glared at him. "Lance!" Keith started to pick up all books on the floor and bed and put them in a pile on Lance's desk, much to the taller boys dismay, "Hey! I hope you're not making me sit at my desk to study!" Keith sighed, why was he doing this again? "No, we are going to sit on the bed, but I'm not helping you with anything in this mess you call a room, loverboy." Lance sat there, flustered while Keith cleaned up, why was he doing this? Lance had no clue. They only recently got over their friendly rivalry, though they still joke about it all the time, they hadn't really hung out by themselves for a long time.

No more than ten minutes later, the two boys sat across from each other on Lance's bed with Keith grabbing everything from his bag. "Why did you bring so much stuff??" Keith sighed, "Because, loverboy, knowing you, you haven't studied for any of the tests, like ever. And lord knows you don't take notes!" Lance laughed slightly, "Is it bad that that's completely true?" Keith surprised Lance by laughing. Not his normal small chuckle, or a ha-ha so funny an actual, full blown, laugh. And saying Lance loved the sound was an understatement, and knowing he caused it gave the male a small prickle of pride. "I can't believe you admitted it!" "I can't believe you laughed!" The smaller male became flustered, "Sh-shut up, loverboy!" Lance laughed, "Whatever Hot topic." "Aww, you think I'm hot!" It was Lance's turn to be flustered. "I-I uh um- d-did you j-just, OH MY G-GOD YOU DID!" Lance burst out laughing, "I didn't know you had it in you to hit on me!" Keith was red in the face, anger he would say, but they both knew the real reason, "Oh my god! I was not hitting on you! If anything I was hitting on myself. Now, we need to study." Lance pouted, "Ughh but it's so borin-OW!!" he nearly screamed when Keith hit him with his math book, "Now, we need to study." "Y-yeah we should do that."

Two hours later, around one in the afternoon was when Lance finally gave up. "I'm done! This is pointless!" he face-planted into his pillows. "C'mon Lance, you've gotten this far." Keith was honestly surprised at the fact that Lance was actually trying for the most part, to say he was helping was an understatement, but more often then not he was staring at Lances' eyes than actually helping, though Lance didn't seem to notice. "How have you put up with me until now?" Lance groaned into the pillow. "Because, you're working really hard, and I'd be lying if I said this wasn't fun." Lance suddenly perked up, "How about we study something else?" Keith's expression was almost irresistible to Lance, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes big and full of curiosity. "Like what?" Well, he wasn't objecting yet... "How about... each other?"

Let's just say that earned Lance a pillow to the face and the satisfaction of seeing Keith's flustered expression. "You still didn't answer my question, Keith." Keith pretended to think for a bit, I guess I could have some fun here, I mean we're both pretty tired from sitting here for two hours. "Well, Loverboy." The older raised his eyebrow, he didn't get punched, that was improvement, but then he heard Keith continue, "I have a better Idea. I think I need to study for a bit as well, but I need you to help me." Lance groaned, what was Keith doing? "What do you need help with Hot Topic?" Keith smirked at the nickname, it didn't help that he looked Lance dead in the eye when he responded with a smirk, "I was thinking I could study your eyes." He was rewarded with a red-faced and flustered lance, "I-I hn ng- uhm w-what? When d-id yo-u u-h hnng- uhhhm, what??" He couldn't even speak, so cute! Keith thought. "K-Keith? Never d-do that again, o-okay?" Keith was confused, did Lance really hate him that much? He couldn't really if he called Keith over to study... "Why not, loverboy?" "U-uhm, because-" he leaned in closer, so their noses were almost touching, "Because I might take it as permission, to do this..."

"To do what Lan- Mmph!" He cut Keith off by kissing him, lightly, not full of lust or want, but passion and love. Keith slowly melted into the kiss, surprising Lance a little bit. They broke apart for air, foreheads resting together, before Keith spoke once more, "You don't need permission to do that." Lance smiled, "Good" and he kissed Keith again. They were startled by a scream outside the door, "HAHA, I CALLED IT! MATT YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS!!!" they looked at each other, "Pidge." They spoke simultaneously.

Let's just say they did finish studying for school, and
Keith's answer to Lance was, "Sure, I've been waiting long enough." To which question? I'll let you decide that one.