Klance Fluff Oneshots

Gamers

Keith's POV:

     Usually, we don't get hooked on games. Usually. But, there's always that one game that Lance and I are thoroughly obsessed with. I know, I know, it's really unhealthy, but that game... it's something on a whole other level. Plus, I can't stand the way Lance looks when he's so concentrated and determined. The way his mouth hangs open, his eyes noticeably wider... it's adorable. I'd kiss him... but we'll probably lose. He'd probably get mad at me for stopping too.

    Anyway, THE GAME! It's ridiculously addicting. It's called Sharpshooter (ironic, I know. Lance... Sharpshooter... Yep! I don't need to explain =>) The objective is to fly a ship and beat all opponents. Just like how we used to. It's amazing. Yet... so, so bad. It's literally like a drug. It's the hardest thing to do when you try to stop. It's bad. Lance and I also get really furious when my fingerless gloves start to make my phone slip when I hold it... so I usually take it off before I start to play. It's really intriguing. Period.

Lance's POV:

     Sharpshooter's great. But I mostly only play with Keith because of his cute fucking face. It's so cute. The way his tongue comes out just slightly? ADORABLE. Although, I prefer not to tell Keith that, because... well, he's literally hooked on that game. It's really cute, but it's kind of unhealthy. Yesterday, we were crossing the street together and he almost got ran over. Yeah. Unhealthy. Dangerous. Yet so FUCKING enchanting.

Third Person POV:

     Keith was downstairs at 6:00 in the morning, making coffee and watching tutorials for Sharpshooter on the TV at the same time.

    "The only way to get past Zarkon's ship is to literally glitch through it!"

     "No! That can't be the only way... otherwise it would be literally impossible to defeat!" Keith exclaimed, probably a little bit louder than expected.

     Lance walked down the stairs a few moments later, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He looked over at the TV, looked back at Keith, and smirked. "Your coffee's overflowing over there, babe."

     Keith was so focused on the TV that he didn't even realize. "Wh-what? Oh, shit." He jogged over to the coffee maker and shut it off. Lance got the towels and handed one to Keith and kept one for himself.

     "Lance, it's fine. I got this."

     Lance responded by giving Keith a sweet innocent peck on the cheek. Keith easily gave in, and let him clean it up with him.

     Keith ran upstairs to throw the towels into the washing machine, when he heard the volume of the TV go up louder.

     What is Lance doing...? 

     Keith dropped the sopping, coffee-scented towels in the washing machine's barrel. He went rushed down the stairs and slid through the hallway, just to see Lance on the couch, with his hoodie over his head (God, that made Keith want to scream), and his feet on the coffee table.

     "Whatcha up to?" Keith asked curiously. He knew the answer, but he just wanted to act sweet and innocent to see what Lance would do.

     "I'm trying to figure out these tips so that I can help you defeat Zarkon... in the game of course." Lance smirked, and Keith's skin tone turned into a light pink. Keith couldn't handle it when Lance smiled that cute half smile.

      "Well, while you try to figure out how to do that, I'll cook breakfast for the two of us." Keith smiled, and ripped Lance's hood off his head. Lance grinned and kissed Keith. He got up and Lance pulled his hood back over his head, chuckling.