The Best Klance Fanfictions

Baby, I Love You (all 4 parts)

Despite being drunk, Lance's pull out game was still strong. Keith never said anything about it, that would be breaking one the unspoken rules, but he appreciated that even drunk off his ass Lance was still considerate.

The red paladin dropped down on his knees after he'd finished, taking Keith in his mouth. He came in what felt like mere seconds. Keith could only slide down the wall afterwards, legs like jelly as he caught his breath. He was vaguely aware of Lance wiping him clean and redressing himself before he reached out to pull Keith up.

I never get to see him totally naked .

It was a weird thought for Keith to have as he looked up at Lance's face. The tall boy had his head cocked slightly, blue eyes bright against his flushed face and a soft smile on his red lips. Keith gripped the offered hand and Lance easily hauled him to his feet, letting Keith drape his weight on him.

"That good, huh?" Lance chuckled, wrapping his arms around Keith to keep him as upright as possible.

"Shut up." The alcohol told Keith it would be fine to wrap his arms around Lance as well. When he did, Lance just chuckled again and gave Keith a squeeze. They stayed like that for what felt like an overly long time. Keith didn't want this to end. It was rare that he got to hold onto Lance without it being sexual. He expected Lance to break things up a lot sooner but he didn't, even going so far as to gently rock Keith in his arms as they stood together.

He knew it was wrong to indulge himself when he had such a huge crush on Lance. It was only asking for trouble. Keith hated the way his heart sank and his stomach knotted up whenever he saw Lance flirt with someone else. But once they were both a few cups in, Lance would always find him.

It got easier to deceive himself, pretend that these meetings meant as little to him as they did to Lance. So Keith started lying even more. He pretended to be drunk but he wasn't. Just downing enough to take the edge off, enough to stop himself from over thinking as usual, enough to enjoy himself. Lance didn't need to know.

Honestly, Lance was probably too drunk to notice if Keith was or not. He never touched Keith sober, would probably never dream of doing so. But drunk Lance seemed to be a completely different person. His blue eyes lit up when he saw Keith and he smiled. His hands were always on the dark haired boy, on his shoulders, his biceps, in his hair. That was even before they scurried off to some secret corner.

Finally, Keith pulled away a little and readjusted his clothes. Lance let his arms drop and smiled. He waited for Keith to make himself presentable before slowly pushing open the closet door and checking that the coast was clear. He gave Keith one last kiss on the lips and a wink before heading back out to the party.

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They were busy now, way too busy. They were still looking for Shiro and the longer he was gone the more concerned Keith grew. He didn't even want to be the black paladin in the first place and now it seemed like they were never going to get their proper leader back. Keith couldn't even dedicate much time to looking for him with the constant threat of the galra keeping them all on their toes. On top of that, they hadn't liberated a new planet in weeks.

What Keith really needed was Lance. Lance's hands on his hips and thighs. Lance's lips on his neck, tongue in his mouth. Lance's thick cock inside him, breaking him apart. Those soft Spanish words whispered in his ear, fingers carding through his hair and soothing the tension right out of him. Lance's strong arms holding him close, lifting him, pushing him against a wall. Fuck, it was the best stress relief Keith ever had.