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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.]
the_tailor][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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But Keith lets himself be pulled, scooting closer even as he is.]
All mine, huh?
[Yeah, okay. Keith likes that. A lot.]
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[With another small smile, he nuzzles against Keith's jaw. Despite them being naked in a metal lion, he feels oh so very warm, and he loves it.]
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[The nuzzling is sweet, and Keith lets himself be swayed by it. He leans in to kiss that smile on Lance's face, shifting closer, rising up on his knees to urge Lance to lie back into the blankets.]
And I'm all yours. Fair?
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[Lance goes along with it, laying back upon the blankets, looking up at Keith with something akin to awe. Like he really, really can't believe this is happening.]
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[Keith can't believe it's happening either. There's no way that he's actually this lucky. For a long moment his gaze just sweeps up and down along Lance, along the whole scene, like he's committing it to memory.]
Wow... you...
[Okay Keith. Try this. Try words. He moves to settle on his knees on the blankets, swallows and manages to get out,] You're beautiful.
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[He leans in, brushing their lips together. Oh, Lance is going to cherish this night for the rest of his life. He already knows that.]
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[Keith murmurs, leaning in to meet that kiss, almost shyly now. Okay. So they're actually going to do this.
This is a first for Keith, okay? But he's determined to do it right, to make this good for Lance.]
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[He smiles and kisses him again, a little firmly this time with purpose. It's a first for Lance as well, but he's more than eager, even if he's a tad nervous.]
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But it's nice that Lance says that anyway.
He leans in to meet that kiss, and then another and another as he shifts closer, urging Lance to lie back on the blankets.]
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Lance does as asked, reluctantly separating from Keith's lips in order to lay down. He smiles up at him, only a tiny bit nervous. He trusts Keith.]