Keith didn't need to take Calculus to be an animator. It's just that he felt bad for wanting to be an animator in the first place. Keith used to feel bad. Teen Keith had some regrets on coming out to his parents, and they hadn't exactly been reassuring. When Keith enrolled into college, the situation worsened when he told his parents that he wanted to be an animator. They had tried to talk him out of it, but at least they weren't trying to be antagonistic. Adult Keith regrets giving in to his mother's subtle pleads to at least take some 'proper classes'.
These were the reasons as to why Keith was currently bent over a way-too-thick textbook on the Theorem of Calculus, when he could instead be cuddling with his handsome, handsome boyfriend, Lance McLame. And how could he forget their adorable pupper Tracy?
In all honesty, Calculus was becoming Keith’s new boyfriend- and not the nice kind! No, the kind that eats up your time, takes your stuff, and doesn’t let you cuddle with your other boyfriend. Wow, Keith is sort of a having an affair. He can already see all his weird calculus children, sneaking out of the house to meet up in a motel somewhere to hook up with his one true love- Lance McLame.
It’s at this point that Keith’s head jolts up from his desk, eyes wide and a wrinkle on his textbook.
He tilts his head back with a sigh, only to be met by the royal blue of Lance’s eyes, looking back down at him. Keith reaches up and takes Lance gently by the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss on soft lips. “Fuck I’m tired,” he says, and sighs on to Lance’s neck. There’s a soft blush on Lance’s cheeks, and Keith loves the fact that he still blushes at the slightest bit of affection. It also feels melancholy for some reason, but Keith likes to look on the brightside when it comes to Lance.
Suddenly, Lance is actually looking a little serious. “Keith, Honey, Sweetie, how much sleep have you gotten lately?”
“Uh…” Keith is stuck for a few seconds. His sleep schedule was better than ever. Was better than ever. Then came the onslaught of Calculus tests paired with a landslide of art-block, and Keith was promptly whipped into a constant state of baggy eyes and an uncomfortable back. He goes for the truth, “...not enough.”
“You wanna, y’know, elaborate on that?”
Shit. “Oh, I dunno… maybe,” his voice lowers to a whisper, “Four hours of sleep every day…” He’s met with a sad expression from Lance, who spins Keith’s chair around to face him. He rests a hand on his hip, and Keith just wants to erase what he said from history so he could just continue kissing Lance.
“Babe, you know I’m supposed to be the one with sleep deprivation~” Lance says, in a sing-song voice.
Keith promptly rolls his chair forward and rests his face in Lance’s stomach. “Have I ever told you I love you?” He says, trying to make himself sound lovey-dovey.
Lance groans and throws his own head back, “Keith, I don’t get how you’re so gay,” Keith snickers. “I also don’t get how you can be so dedicated to stuff you don’t even want to do. The fourth of July is coming up, we should be getting ready.”
“Getting ready for what? Another night in the apartment, drinking and watching anime?” Keith frowns a bit, he does like those nights, but it’s not exactly something that needs preparation.
“OH! Oh- well, the thing is-” Lance pats Keith’s shoulders, “We actually have somewhere to go this time!”
Keith lifts his head, brow arched. “...What do you mean?”
“Allura’s parents have this summer home, it’s super far, but we can totally drive there. She sent pics of the place and it’s actually super pretty! There’s a lake, with even a little beach! She showed me a crab that was there, she named it Leonardo Di Pincci!!!” Lance starts hopping up and down, easily reminding Keith of a little bunny.
Keith lowers his tone seductively, “And are we gonna be alone during this getaway~?” he asks, and slides his hand around Lance’s hips. However, Lance doesn’t seem to get the point and says, “Actually, Shallura, Pidge, and Hunk are gonna be there too.”
“Shallura?”
“Shiro and Allura.”
“Oh.” When Keith doesn’t say anything after that, there’s a dead sort of silence.
“Is something wrong?” Lance asks, and hovers a hand around Keith’s cheek, which Keith immediately nuzzles into. Lance sighs, “I know you’re still worried about the Calculus thing-y coming up...but you’ve been doing great this whole semester. I mean, you only got into, like, three fights this time, and you’re attending just about every class so you’re doing really great!”
“I know,” Keith says, “But…” But even after all this time, I still feel indebted to my parents. To my mom. But I hate doing this just as much and this feels so weird, what do I do, how do you deal with this much- with all this. “It sounds like a really good time Lance, we… should go.” Keith looks back up at Lance with a conflicted, but determined, expression. Lance seems concerned, but he leans down and hugs Keith with vigor.
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Later in the afternoon, when the sun has yet to set and the sky is filled with colour, Lance comes home with Tracy at his heels. Keith and Lance walk Tracy three times every day, at the least. Once in the morning (a little after breakfast), then around mid-day, and finally in the late evening. They walk her in turns, depending on their schedules. Keith spins his chair around, to see his boyfriend taking off Tracy leash. “How was the walk?” He asks, as Tracy scurries toward him with her little toy-poodle legs.
“It was nice,” Lance says, as he takes off his sneakers at the door. “It was nice and sunny out, we ran into Adrien on the way back- did you know he works at that pizza place on James?”
“Oh, you mean Campana’s?” Keith asks, scratching at Tracy’s chin.
“Yeah, yeah,” He opens opens up his jacket, “Campana’s that’s it…”
Keith glances up at Lance, “You lookin’ for something?” Tracy wobbles over to her bowl of food, stumbling on a tented Calculus book. Her little licks and crunches can be heard clearly in their quiet little apartment. When Lance quietly steps over to Keith and gives him a polite kiss on his forehead, he’s pleasantly surprised, and his eyes go wide when Lance presents him with a small blue flower. Keith’s gaze flits between the flower and Lance just once before he tenderly takes the flower in his own hands, letting it lay on his open palm. It’s now that he notices the pastel purple ribbon tied around the light green stem.
“This is really cute,” He says, grinning up at Lance.
“Well~ I was with Sam- who works at a flower shop now by the way-and this girl she works with said something about Blue Irises symbolizing hope! And I just thought you might need some hope right about now,” Lance smiles sweetly at Keith, hands still resting on Keith’s shoulders.
After a few seconds of staring into Lance’s wide eyes, Keith stands abruptly and takes a glass cup out of the small cupboards, filling it with cold water. He delicately puts the Iris into the cup, and makes sure none of the petals are being crushed by the flower’s own weight.
Turning back around, Keith hang his arms around Lance, pulling him in and pressing their lips together softly, before sucking lightly on Lance’s lips. Lance puts his own hands on the back of Keith’s hips, supporting him as he has to go on the tips of his toes to reach Lance. As things get more heated, Lance finds himself laying on their shared bed, with Keith barely hovering over him, still kissing him with extended effort. Keith peppers kisses around Lance’s neck, who’s currently working on pulling off Keith’s t-shirt.
As they press against each other, the need for clothing seriously diminishes, and soon Keith’s shirt is being pulled right over his head, getting hooked for only a second on his elbow before he’s finally freed from it’s barriers. He doesn’t even have time to consider the sudden loss of warmth from it’s cloth before Lance is sitting up- with Keith still straddling his lap -and giving back Keith’s kisses, doubling them, even. Damn, Keith needed this after all his studying- studying which seems quite stupid now, and it was most certainly taking up all his time ‘cause how had Keith been living the last month without this.
The gentle rocking of hips paired with the intoxicating tangle of their tongues were enough at first, but when the soft hair pulling comes in, it’s on another level. As they rutted against each other, Keith still being lightly bounced on Lance’s hips, the springs of their bed creak slightly in the background. Lance’s nails were starting to drag on Keith’s back, with low moans and jerkier movements encouraging him on. When Keith’s arms tighten around Lance’s torso, and an absolutely magnificent sound vibrates through Lances mouth, it takes nothing more to send Keith over the edge, along with his beautiful boyfriend.
“So, did you like the flower?” Lance asked in a pant.
“It was very romantic.”
“And you liked it?”
“Loved it.”