I'm rewriting the chapters, enjoy.
The paladins of Voltron were infiltrating a galra ship, as usual Pidge was on course for the control room to take over the ship.
It was only a ship of robots so once power was down and rebooted they were now their bots.
Everyone was still on alert for any galra just in case.
Lance found Keith at the end of the hall, "Keith. Keith." He whispered and waved his arms around for him to notice.
"What is it? Why are you whispering?"
"I spotted a galra."
"What where?" He looked around but saw nothing, when he turned back to lance; his slender finger was pointed in his face and he had a shit eating grin gracing his mouth.
Keith looked at him annoyed and pushed him aside. "Dumbass."
"Hey I thought it was funny. Gotta lighten the mood some times."
"Not by making fun of me and my heritage."
"Oh come on buddy, don't be such a baby about it." Lance had put his arm around the shorter boys shoulder easily and gave him a smile.
"Get off." The red suited fighter pushed the slender blue clad boy. This made him push back, soon they were fighting, punching and kicking each other until the other was K.O.
Keith had lance by the shoulders against a wall, gripping tightly he picked him up from the wall and slammed him against it, and then again each time lances head bounced off making him dizzy. Until the wall gave out and they both fell into a small room. Lance was on his back almost unconscious, with Keith on top of him trying to catch his breath from the shock of falling.
An air lock sound hit his ears, when he looks behind him the wall had been replaced.
"No!" He scrambled to get up and banged on the wall. "Open open, no let us out." He cried out.
Lance came to and saw that they seemed to be trapped in about 6 by 6 room with a 5 foot tall ceiling.
He had to bend down slightly to not hit his head. "Damn." He sat back down and tried his communicator, it was static. He laid on his back, it it didn't last long in begin comfort.
The floor was cold as ice and lined with little pebbles for not slipping.
Keith gave up on the wall and realized just how small the space was. He curled up in the corner with his knees to his chest and closed his eyes. His breathing was erratic and lance stared dumbfounded at him.
"Dude what's wrong with you?"
"It's small in here, I- this is too small for me." Keith shook. Lance saw the fear in his eyes and was overwhelmed. Keith, the hothead loner emo who hardly ever showed emotion unless it was anger was showing a side lance has never seen before; weakness. The weakness was none other than claustrophobia.
"Are you, claustrophobic?" He was slow to say the word worried he might start to panic.
Keith looked at him so plainly after having such fear in his eyes.
Lance made his way to him and sat down in front of him. "Wow, Keith fucking kogane actually has a phobia." He sounded proud to find out his weakness. Only to immediately regret it when Keith started to cry.
"Oh shit this is serious. I didn't think it was that bad."
"Of course it is, I'm in a tight small space, I need to move and I." He chocked up.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make fun of you. It's just, I've never seen you show anything."
He subconsciously reached his hand to caress Keith's arm that held his knees to his chest. He twitches at the touch and and looked away with a tint of red on his cheeks.
"Lance." His voice was light at first lance didn't think it was him speaking.
"Yeah?"
He unhinged his arms from his legs and attached them around lances waist as he laid his head against his shoulder. "K-Keith, what are." The Cuban halted his speech when he felt the pale arms tightened around him.
It was silent between them until something told lance to hug back and made Keith twitch in surprise, he let out a small yelp.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. You surprised me." He breathed out.
"I surprised you? You hugged me first."
"I needed it, it just seemed better than feeling alone."
Lance pushed him back and helped him sit back against the wall. They took their helmets off and cuddled up again, Keith's head on his shoulder with his arms around his waist and legs tangled together.
Lance was all too scared that Keith would notice his heart beating faster by the minute. He didn't understand the meaning of this rush of, feelings, could he call them feelings? The palpitations in his chest didn't subside at all as he racked his brain trying to think of anything but the sweet smell of Keith's shampoo as his hair brushed against his nose. What was this feeling in his chest? Why was it happening?
"Lance." He hummed his name like a child.
"Yeah?"
"How long do you think the others will take to find us?"
"I hope they'll come any minute now." He said nervously.
"Are you okay?" He looked up at the darker skinned boy, who seemed to have a light tint on his cheeks. Keith could hear the uneasiness in his voice and looked at him and waited for him to say something.
"Y-yeah why?" Lance stutters.
"You don't seem so sure."
"I am. I don't really want to be here hugging you. It just seems to calm you down so you're not yelling and crying." He let go and backed away from him. Keith reached out to him in a yearning fashion then recoiled when he realized what he was doing. His face stale as he curled back up in a ball.
"Damnit Keith. Don't do that, you give me anxiety seeing you like that." He sat next to the scared turtle and scooped him up in his arms and onto his lap. Keith calmed down immediately and rested his head on his chest.
Lance sighed heavily as his heart started to race again, this time Keith could hear it, he could feel it banging against his ear. His own heart sped up. Was it from anxiety or matching with lance? He felt confused by the surge of emotions running over him.
Lance soon came aware of his feelings, a realization hitting him like a train. He liked Keith. He liked liked Keith. Had a fancy for him, was interested in him, admired him. You get the idea, lance always had Keith on his mind. But instead of the stupid mullet emo, he thought how soft it was as it brushed up to his nose and smelled nicely like mint. How his eye lashes kissed his cheeks from how long they were, to his soft and plump lips lightly pinked.
He wanted to kiss them, wanted to know what they feel like, taste like even. His will got the better of him, before he knew what his body was doing his long fingers gently grabbed Keith's chin and lifted it making him open his eyes; which went even wider as he felt lips on his. He pushed away baffled and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"What the hell lance?"
"I'm sorry I don't even know what I was doing."
"Yeah sure. I'm not some girl you can flirt with."
"Says the one sitting on my lap." He grinned.
He lets out a grunt as he tries to get up but lance held on tight.
"Let me go."
"Nope, because you will just freak out again and I don't want you to get like that."
"I'd rather feel trapped and alone than get kissed by you." His words stung him.
Lance reluctantly let him go, they sat on different ends of the small room. Five minutes passed by before Keith had enough and ended up back in lances arms, his safe haven.
He was annoyed it has to be lance of all people to comfort him.
"Keith." Lance started. He looked up at him waiting for him to continue. "I'm just gonna say this, you don't have to say anything, hell punch me even if you want. But I have to get it off my chest. I, like you." The words echoed in his head. "I like you. I like you." Keith internalized these words. Associating them with infatuation, admire, adore, romance.
"You like me? As in you really like like me romantically?" He finally spoke.
"Yes."
"Oh."
"That's all you have to say. Oh?" Lance felt rejected.
"I don't know how to handle this. No ones ever told me they like me like that." Keith blushed.
"Can I show you what it feels like to like someone in that way?" Lance had his flirty smile on and he wiggled his eye brows.
"What do you mean?"
Lance caressed his cheek as he leaned in and pecked his lips. A spark made him tingle. He pressed more and Keith closed his eyes letting his nerves calm and be swept away. Lance tugged at his hair making him gasp which allowed his tongue to dart into his moist cavern. More moans try to escape as tongues wrestle. They finally break free with a trail of saliva connecting them.
Keith breathed heavily as he lightly wiped his mouth, his face flushed with red. Lance just as red.
"How was that?"
"Amazing." He sighed. "Wait. Um I- yeah amazing." He blushed even more.
"Want more?"
He nodded and their lip locking continued.
They were now laying, lance on top of Keith the metal parts of their armor off as to get closer. The tiny pebbled fall didn't even phase them. Hands were roaming as did lips, to the neck and ears then collar bone that just poked out from the tight suit.
Footsteps came crashing through the halls outside, oblivious to this they continue their frenzy of kissing.
"Their heat signals are coming from behind the wall." Said Pidge.
"Let's get it down." Said hunk.
Pidge could see that it was a door of some kind and banged on it a couple times, lance and Keith could hear this but didn't care to stop what they were doing. Which was a downfall, the others got the shock of their lives when they saw what was happening once the door opened. Hunk and Shiro turned away embarrassed and slightly grossed out. Pidge on the other and took a picture. "Yes. I knew it."
No one spoke on the way back to the castle, it was a very awkward ride.
Pidge in all her glory printed the picture and hung it on the fridge in the kitchen as if it was the best picture her kid has ever drawn and was super proud of them. Everyone else especially Keith and lance were mortified at the picture.
However even after the trapped incident, they did develop true feelings for each other and didn't care if the others knew.