"What happened?" Pidge asked him as Keith came inside the piercing store, a frown on his face as a hand covered his left ear.
"I think it's infected," Keith grimaced, sitting down the chair in front of her. He'd just gotten it pierced around two days ago and suddenly now it's leaking out puss and blood.
Pidge beckoned him to move closer and she softly pushed away his hand. She inspected it for a while, tilting her head in different angles, her hands holding the ear but careful not to touch the infected area.
"Hm," she clicked her tongue, stepping back. Keith lifted his head to her.
"It is infected, no doubt about that."
Keith nodded as she continued. "I don't know how though. You just got it pierces like, yesterday! It should had been fine unless some dog came and bit your ear or something."
She narrowed her eyes when Keith blushed, obviously avoiding her gaze.
"Don't tell me-"
"It wasn't a dog, per se," Keith tried to laugh it off but Pidge smacked him on the head for it, earning her an Ow and a what the fuck was that for?
"I told you to not let anything or anyone touch it you stupid fuck! I didn't know Lance was that rough in bed and how the fuck did you not even feel the pain when- you know what. I don't even wanna know you hornt masochistic brat. Get the fuck out of my store. Here's your ointment-," she pushed in to Keith and pushed him out, "-Don't come back here until that thing is gone."
Keith sighed. He didn't even know how to put it on.
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"Hi, babe," Lance picked up the call after the third ring. His voice was chirpy but it quickly died and was replaced with worry when Keith signed loudly.
"What's wrong?" Lance asked him.
"Nothing," Keith pouted, putting the phone between his ear and shoulder as his hands busy themselves in washing the dishes. "Can you come over today? Later?"
"Yeah, of course baby," Lance answered. "Want me to bring over some snacks?"
"Like...pizza?"
"Yeah anything you want."
"Okay."
"Alright. See you in a bit, okay?"
"Okay. Bye."
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Keith was playing his phone when he heard knocks from the door. He quickly dropped in on the sofa and went to answer it, smiling shyly when Lance stood there, handsomely like always, with a blue sweater that he rolled the sleeves up just a little bit and a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans.
A hand through his hair, he smiled down at the shorter boy.
"Hi," Keith whispered. It was utterly embarrassing, really. They've been dating for a solid year now and he still got embarrassed around him.
"Hi," Lance answered back teasingly. "Are we gonna stay here all night?"
Keith blinked and blushed, stepping back to open the door wider to let his boyfriend in. Jesus what was wrong with him today?
"I brought pizza and coke," Lance grinned at him as he dangled a plastic bag on his fingers. Keith watched him as he placed them on the counter and then turned around and walked towards him to fully greet him.
A hand on his cheek, Lance lifted his boyfriend's head up to take his lips on his. Keith melted, wrapping his arms around Lance's neck subconsciously. Tongue licking against his lower lip and he was about to open his mouth to let him in when Lance's finger grazed up against his ear and he flinched, pulling back.
"What's wrong?" Lance opened his eyes in confusion, lips wet and red and Keith just wanted to take it between his teeth.
"My ear," Keith sighed, "It got infected."
Lance frowned, worried. His hand that were on his hips moved up to his neck, craddling it softly. He gently tilted Keith's head to the side, mumbling quietly, "Let me see."
Keith flustered his eyes close when he felt fingers tucking his hair to the back of his ear, careful not to touch the infected area. Then it rubbed soft circles around his forehead, making his tense muscles relax a little.
"I'm sorry," Lance whispered and Keith opened his eyes, glaring at his boyfriend.
"It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself over it."
Lance didn't answer for a while, but his eyes were still glued on his ear. "Alright. Fine."
Keith grinned up at him. "Okay good. Can we go back to kissing now?"
Lance chuckled, cupping his cheeks once again and pulling him close. "Of course," he mumbled against his lips before meeting them with his.
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After they made out for a while on different places. First standing up, then Lance carried him to the sofa then they went to his room then they went to the kitchen because Keith got hungry. And now they were back in the sofa, the TV on on medium volume as Keith sat comfortably on Lance's lap while the brown haired boy place soft kisses on his neck, making Keith squirm, giggling whenever it tickled.
"Did you go to the doctor yet?" Lance mumbled, cold hands playing with Keith's shirt, slowly going inside and feeling the smooth skin.
Keith hummed, leaning back against him more.
"Did you put the ointment already?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I can't."
"You can't?"
"I don't know how and I'm scared," Keith admitted shyly.
Lance looked at him and wondered what the fuck did he do to deserve this small, soft cute boyfriend of his?
He nuzzled his nose against the crook of his neck. "God, you're so cute," he sighed.
"I am not cute."
"You want me to put the cream on for you?"
"Yeah."
Lance nodded. "Okay." He pat Keith's ass slightly to tell him to stand up. He waited until Keith came back with a small white tube in his hand.
"Will it sting?" Keith asked him, tilting his head back and using his finger to hold his hair back.
"No way," Lance answered, though he didn't know for sure. Probably won't. He hoped. He just wanted to relax his boyfriend's muscles a little bit. Keith may look like a badass but he's actually scared with little things like dogs or needles or bugs.
He squeezed a considerate amount of his finger and softly and slowly rubbed it across the infection and the entire ear, just to make sure. He made sure not to press or put his finger on the skin for too long. Not even a second and he pulled the finger back and wiped it on his pants.
"Done."
"That was fast," Keith commented, hand trying to move up to feel the wet substance on his ear but Lance gripped it.
"I knew you were going to touch it," Lance shook his head amusingly. He took the smaller boy in his arms, ignoring the surprised gasp he let out and fell down on the sofa.
Keith laughed, struggling. "Let me go, you loser!" Hands wrapped tightly around his waist and face hidden in his hair, his boyfriend shook his head, instead he tightened his grip.
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"So you've healed it?" Pidge smirked when Keith visited the shop once again.
"I had a few help," Keith mumbled, pushing his hair back.
"Did you come here just to gloat at your no longer infected ear?*
"That and I want another piercing."
"Where?"
"In my tongue," Keith grinned.
"Wha- No! No I can't even trust you with an ear piercing. God knows what you and your kinky boyfriend would do with a ton- I don't even wanna imagine it."
"Aw come on, Pidge! I want to try sucking him off with a metal in my mouth!"
"Get the FUCK out."