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[It's... it's been a while. That's really the only thought Keith can safely consider as the mission begins. The Blade and Voltron collaborate, of course, but they've been running in different parts of the galaxy, trying to maximize what resources they have. So it's been quite a while since he's seen the others, since he's been back to the Castle or even closer than a brief video call across the lightyears.

He's had a lot of time to think, really, a lot of time to himself to ruminate on thoughts that he tries his very best to bat away. Thoughts that are wrapped up in emotions and feelings that Keith doesn't really know how to untangle at all. Not surprising. It's never really been his strong suit. As intense as his emotions can be, as volatile, they tend to get the better of him rather than he of them. It's the same old story.

And maybe that's why, he realizes, he always reacted so strongly to Lance. It was too much, too complicated, to try to unravel the varying feelings the other boy drew out in him -- exasperation and confusion, sure, but something warmer and softer, in those rare and precious moments when they were drowning in their own manufactured tension. After some time apart he's finally realized where that tension comes from, on his side.

Which makes things way too complicated. Because how the hell is he supposed to deal with having feelings for Lance, falling for Lance, when Lance... well. When he's watched Lance literally flirt his way through the universe girl by girl. But here's Keith and his stupid traitor heart feeling this way anyway.

He's torn, therefore, when it's him and Lance sent off in the Red Lion on this particular joint mission. Part of him has missed the other so much it's a relief to see him again. Part of him is so twisted up that he doesn't know which way to go. So he focuses on the mission. He's quieter than usual, even. Focus. Keep to their orders, keep to what needs to be done. It's fine.

Until the whole thing goes south. They spring an old and unexpected trap -- a mine that emitted some sort of pulse that knocked most of Red's systems straight out. The landing hadn't been pretty, but Lance had managed to set it down in a way that didn't kill them at least. The planet, the outpost, is supposed to be abandoned, at least. Less good is how chilly is it, and with Red disabled, well, it's getting chillier and chillier. At least they've got the beacon working. Eventually help will come, but it could be a while. And in the meantime... they're alone.

Together.

Keith has gone for silence, because he doesn't know where to begin.]

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Really. Because, ummm... I really want to kiss you too. I kind of have for a really long time.

[He admits it sheepishly.]

Oh.

[Again. Like this is... not where his talents lie, clearly. But his heart is tripping over itself to beat in his chest now. Lance wants to kiss him? Lance wants to kiss him!

Why are they not kissing?

That's the last thought Keith has before he closes the distance left between them, winding his arms around Lance's shoulders, taking a breath to steady himself.]

Then kiss me already.

[Please?]

Gladly.

[He leans in, eagerly capturing Keith's lips in his own now that his worries have melted away. This isn't a joke or a prank. Keith likes him. The boy he's been crushing on since the Garrison. Years of pent up longing goes into the kiss as he pulls Keith flush against him.]

[Oh thank god the talking is over. That was awful. He never wants to do that again. Ever.

However the kissing? He could happily do that for a long, long time thank you. His arms tighten around Lance in turn and he steps in closer, happy to mold himself up against him as he kisses him, murmuring a soft, appreciative sound straight to Lance's mouth.

Why have they not been doing this forever again?]

[Because the two of them have been idiots, that's why.

He happily keeps up the kiss, instinctively raising his hand to run through Keith's hair before he realizes with some annoyance that he's still wearing gloves.

Reluctantly, he parts from Keith just a few inches.]

Soooo, the sun's going down and it's getting chilly, how about we go back to my place?

[And he motions with his head towards Red.]

[Lance is... the hugest dork. But he's also really really cute and okay that is lame but also stupidly charming. Keith is probably in trouble if he's thinking like that, isn't he?

Still there's the beginning of a smile on his face as he nods.]

Yeah, okay.

[Works for Keith. Just... let him steal another quick little kiss? Tiny one. Then he'll force himself to step back, reaching out to snag up one of Lance's hands in his before tugging him off and towards the lion.]

[Lance likes that smile. He wants more of that. Keith smiles are really up there on his favorite things to see list. Probably in the top three, honestly.

It isn't long before they're inside of the lion and Red closes her jaw. She's still mostly offline, diagnostics running, but at least she can do that simple movement and keep the cockpit not freezing. As soon as they're in, Lance yanks off his gloves, reaching up to finally run his fingers through Keith's hair.]

You have... no idea how long I've wanted to do this for.

[Keith really isn't expecting the fingers in his hair at all, but that doesn't stop him from leaning into the touch, like some affection-starved kitten looking for more attention. ...he'd hate that comparison, but it's not inaccurate.]

I thought you hated my hair.

[Pretty vocally actually. But Keith is getting rid of his own gloves because yeah they're in the way of touching, and he thinks he'd like to do that too.]

[It's okay, Keith. You may be a grumpy kitten, but you're Lance's grumpy kitten now. Lance is a little hesitant before he responds.]

I, uhh... Would you laugh if I said it was me trying to convince myself that I didn't want to touch it?

[Keith can probably live with being exactly that. But he's looking genuinely surprised by the words before well, he does laugh.]

Yeah. Probably.

[More than probably clearly, considering he is laughing. But he's also settling his hands at Lance's hips and stepping in close again.] But... it's a good reason. I like it.

Pffff. Don't you make fun of me. I bet you were... I dunno, looking at my butt for a while or something.

[The butt Lance desperately wishes he really had.

But anyway.

He leans in, nuzzling the side of Keith's face, enjoying this gentleness for now.]

Well... yeah.

[What? It's the truth. And since they've already gotten to the point of admitting things, Keith isn't exactly going to try to pretend otherwise. Too much effort to keep that up.

But more importantly, that nuzzling is sweet and by far the nicest, most gentle touch that he's ever felt and Keith turns into it, nuzzling back, eyes falling mostly shut. That is... way too nice.]

Wait, wait, waiiiiiiiiit... You were actually looking at my butt???

[As if they weren't already being completely extra already... The romance is strong with these two. He gives a little chuckle as he places little kisses along the side of Keith's face, excited because he actually can.]

You can't tell me I was probably doing something and then act surprise that I say I was doing that exact thing.

[WHERE IS THE LOGIC, LANCE? Not that Keith is Captain Logic. But come on. But okay. He is, however, lulled and quieted down by the kisses.

His arms slip around Lance to interlock his fingers at the small of the other boy's back. Okay. This is pretty great.]

I was kind of half joking! But...huh. Okay, I feel less bad about staring at your butt too.

[He places a kiss to the tip of his nose.]

Is that a joke too?

[Lance please be gentle with him this is all super new to him. Do you know what he did at the Garrison? Because it was not making out with cute boys, it was more getting into fights and being the awkward loner.

His nose wrinkles in reflex at that kiss. That was... cute. Keith can feel his face heating. No. He cannot be blushing. Fuck his life.]

Nope. Full homo, you have a great ass.

[Ohoho... Is that a little smidgen of pink he sees on Keith's face, or is it just Red's lighting? Lance can't help but grin.

He wants to see every reaction he can get out of Keith.]

...you are so strange.

[Stated for the record. And wow nope he is not blushing you're blushing shut up, Lance.

Except no yeah now he's definitely blushing because Lance is ridiculous and because Keith likes him so much and somehow Lance likes him and that's still bewildering.]

[If it makes Keith feel any better, Lance's face is a little pink as well.]

Is it really strange that after I kiss you and you know I like you to mention the other parts of you I like?

Kind of yeah. I don't really know how this goes.

[A shrug like it's really no big deal at all. But it's kind of a big deal. Keith isn't sure of himself in this arena.]

...I like your parts too though.

[This is how romance dies.]

You haven't seen all my parts yet.

[Eyebrow waggle, before Lance bursts out into laughter.]

S-sorry, I had to!

[Oh no wait. THAT is how romance dies.

Keith stares at Lance flatly for a moment like he can't believe that just came out of his mouth. Except he can't keep glowering when he's trying not to laugh. Because he's definitely trying not to laugh, shoulders shaking as he does his best to hold it in.]

You... really need to stop saying things. ...and kiss me more instead.

I can definitely do that. I mean, I gotta prove to you that my mouth can do more than say amazing things.

[He happily smushes their lips together again, taking his time in kissing Keith, as if they have all the time in the universe just to be enveloped in each other.]

[Keith starts to squawk about the fact that while Lance's mouth does indeed say many, many things, he's not sure he'd sum them up as amazing.

But then again. Well. Lance did say that he likes him and that's pretty amazing SO he can't exactly argue.

What he can do is kiss him back, leaning in to him.]

[He could do this all day, all night, and god, all he wants to do is flip off Kolivan and tell him that Keith is his now and drag him back to the castle ship.

(He'll figure out something, eventually, somehow, because he doesn't want to let this boy go.)

Lance keeps returning every kiss, blissful, unable to let go.]