So warm.

Lance couldn't help but snuggle further into the soft spot, radiating such warmth and comfort he was sure he'd never want to leave. He woke up in a startle, almost stunned. His eyes too tired to fully open, the sudden morning light being too fierce, and the burning warmth underneath his skin was too pleasant and just oh so agreeable to sink into, to surrender himself fully.

He yawned quietly, the scent of cinnamon filling his nostrils, the steady beat of a heart against his ear and the feeling of a chest rising and falling beneath him made him sleepy again. He huffed out a breath as he forcefully opened his eyes to be met by his blank apartment walls, and his nightstand. Since he had moved out of Hunk's and Shay's house, three weeks ago.

Something was off, something wasn't quite right. It was odd.

In his still weary, devastated slumber form he pushed himself upright from the ardent feeling underneath him. Once he was almost sitting up, he got pulled down again immediately. The force was gentle, but yet firm at the same time. Lance glanced up, his eyes teary from the bright impact of light surrounding him, he noticed the black mob of curly hair and pale dotted skin, the frame he had been denying to have fallen for.

Confused and worn out as he was, he simply murmured the name of his partner in crime, as of in the moment partner in bed. "Keith?" Lance's voice was hoarse and his throat was dry. What had happened last night?

The trillions of worries and questions roaming in his mind vanished as if they had never been there, when the strong, secure arms around his waist tightened their hold on him, drawing him in closer than he already was. Without a struggle Lance accepted the warmth and comfort as his eyes drifted shut again.

Memories of last night came flooding back, in small waves, slowly becoming bigger. Before the storm occurred. And it smashed him with full force.

Lance shot upright, breaking the chain of Keith's arms around his frame, with the movement startling the other awake.

It had been few weeks, the road trip had been cancelled due to some problems with the van, personal problems and they realised that yes, they indeed, do need a statistic plan. They decided to come together on a Friday night, to go over the details one last time before they'd leave on Sunday. The road trip would be shorter since they lost a month, but they'd take what they could get.

The night had gone a different way due to a lot of alcohol being involved and so they ended up in a bar. Already too drunk to cooperate or think clearly, Keith had mistaken some random guy at the bar for Lance. Much to the latter's dismay. But Lance didn't know that. They had a rough night once Lance had dragged Keith's butt back to his apartment, even in his drunk state, his anger and jealousy had masked the alcohol, or maybe they melded together working along to get Lance even more riled up. He made sure Keith knew who he belonged to and claimed the mullet headed boy as his for the entire world to see.

Lance made a mistake. They had said that they weren't official. That-,

Lance dared to glance at Keith, who was rubbing his eyes, slouched over while a soft yawn escaped his lips. His eyes stung, burned, ached. His breath got stuck in his throat. He had no right to treat Keith the way he had done last night.

Okay, they didn't go as far as to penetrate one another, but blow and hand jobs were still part of the category; one night stands. Right? Keith would definitely be mad at him, they had agreed they'd take things slow for merlin's sake!

Lance messed up, big time.

"G'mornin'," Keith mumbled, his voice low and a shiver ran down Lance's spine. "Good morning." Lance said monotonous, voice clear and alert. That took Keith's attention as he looked up, his eyebrows forming a small frown as his eyes darted from Lance, around the room, to the bed and back to Lance. His lips parted slightly as if to say something before his eyes widened and his mouth sealed shut.

It was silent in the room, some noise from outside, the busy city life, dull in the background. "Oh." The vocal left Keith's mouth as if he'd wanted to hold it back but it had slipped. That mouth, with those alluring, plump, chapped yet soft looking, pink lips, that was a heated cavern last night. A place Lance never wanted to leave, the feeling so comforting and hot at the same time, so addicting. Keith's body tensed up and Lance felt like his mind was caving in on him, he really, definitely messed up this time.

He wanted to say something.

No words came out,

"Oh," Keith repeated, his voice less deep but more concerned this time. Unconsciously Keith gripped the sheets tighter in his hand, slightly pulling them closer onto his body. Lance did his best to mask his sobs with shaky breaths, but to no avail. He gathered all the courage he had left, along with the shame, "I'm so sorry, Keith."

"For what?" It sounded so simple, so fluent, so sincere.

"For," Lance hesitated, he had to choose his words wisely, he swallowed the lump in his throat, "I know we'd said we'd take things slow, and here I go again with my jealousy." He managed to speak clearly enough for Keith to understand.

"It's fine," Keith said after some time, "How is it fine, Keith?" Lance felt anger and guilt boil in his guts, he gritted his teeth together in anticipation, "Well, we were both drunk, obviously. And I'm pretty sure if you hadn't dragged me away, that, that guy would've gotten the wrong message if you hadn't interfered." Keith stated shrugging, his death grip loosening on the white sheets in his hand. Lance kept quiet, frowning at the blurry display of memories from last night. The way that other man had looked back at Keith, the way his surprised face turned so quickly into such a smirking, disgusting, horny-

"It's not like I regret what happened last night," Keith's voice broke Lance away from his plan to go chase the guy from yesterday and to go murder and torture him. "What?" Lance asked breathlessly, all the boiling anger disappeared in a flash once his blue eyes met Keith's violet ones. "Of course I wished it had been more-," Keith paused, his face contracting into something he was cringing at, "Romantic and more intimate." He finally finished his sentence with an awkward smile and a breathy laugh. His hand caressing the littered bruises on his neck softly. Lance really went all in, didn't he?

"Since it was," Keith sighed and his eyes drifted towards the crumpled bed sheets, "Our first time doing, such things." He looked up again, guilt and a small speck of anger swirling in his eyes. But no regret, Lance felt like he wanted to vomit right there and then.

An awkward silence hung around the stuffy, thick aired room.

"I should uh," Keith cleared his throat, "Put on some clothes." He looked around the room and found his boxer's on the ground by the bed, as he reached out to grab them and fumbled under the sheets to pull them on. Lance watched him intently, once Keith succeeded he looked up to meet Lance's eyes. "You should too." Keith added, as he broke the contact and got up from the bed, searching for his scattered clothes around the room. Once he had gathered everything in his arms he scurried out, closing the door behind him.

At the sound of the door clicking into its place, Lance's eyes filled with unuttered tears, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. Groaning loudly he let out a sob. Why was he such a fool? He should've known better. Why now? Everything was going perfectly fine, but of course nobody would grant him that.

After sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, for five minutes he got up. He took some proper clothes and went for a shower, the bathroom was attached to his room. Once he was clean and somewhat presentable, he walked out of his smelly room after opening the window for fresh air.

He didn't know what to expect, an empty room, a note, more chaos from their late night adventure. He honestly didn't know, but he hadn't expect Keith to stand in the open kitchen behind the furnace, in an oversized sweater, Lance's sweater, and in his boxers. The scent of eggs filled his senses and his stomach immediately reacted by growling in delight.

Lance kept still, he was sure Keith would've left. And if not, he didn't think he'd make breakfast. The clothes Keith had gathered were lying in a clump on the floor by the door, along with his shoes.

The wind from the open window in his room made his bedroom door slam shut, the impact of the noise made Keith, as well as Lance, jump in surprise. Keith turned around, while turning off the stove in the process, to face Lance at the other side of the room. He looked shocked for a moment, his messy hair untamed, his lips tugged up into a tiny, tender smile.

"Breakfast's ready!" He grinned, brighter this time, almost reaching his eyes, as he put the eggs on two plates and set them on the dressed table. He took a seat, and mentioned Lance to sit down. He didn't dare to move a muscle.

"Please sit down," Keith said aloud this time, his voice resistant. Lance forced his muscles to move as he sat down opposite of Keith. "What are you still doing here?" He asked it, stable, but in his mind everything was falling apart. Nothing made any sense anymore.

"What do you mean?" Keith raised an eyebrow, he didn't receive an answer and sighed shaking his head, "Please eat first, we'll discuss this later, okay?" And all Lance could do was nod and dig in. He was so hungry he could eat a dozen of eggs. After they finished, they stayed silent, both of them cleared the table and cleaned up, once they were ready Lance faked doing something on his phone, which was almost dead by now so he plugged it in. He turned around from the counter and noted that Keith had taken place on the couch beside the open kitchen.

Lance took a steady, deep breath before heading towards the sofa, sitting down awkwardly on the other side of the couch, while fumbling with his fingers. Lance tried to say something but his vocal cords didn't allow him to as a strangled noise left his throat instead, his cheeks flaring up in embarrassment.

"Do you regret last night Lance?" Keith was kind enough to start the conversation, but cruel enough to be so straightforward. "I, uh," Lance didn't really know what to say or answer, of course he doesn't regret it. But, "No, I would never, not if it's with you." He decided to say, but before he could think his heart spoke for him, "I just wished it wasn't as rough, and- sadistic? I rather have had it slow and intimate, like you said." Lance scratched the back of his neck, grinding his teeth together as his stomach disagreed with all the feelings swirling inside of him.

"I guess-," Lance sighed, he had to say it, "I do regret it, yes, I do regret not treating you gently, with love and passion. Like you deserve. Instead I treated you like some object that was," Lance inhaled a sharp breath, running his hand through his hair in frustration, for himself, "That was mine and only mine. Definitely because it was our first time doing stuff like that, I just," He felt a drip of water run down his cheek as he exhaled a shaky breath, "I wish things had gone different." It fell onto his pants, staining a dark blue spot.

"But they didn't, and there's nothing you can change about it Lance." Keith said as he sat sideways facing lance, leaning on the back of the couch with his arm, resting his head against his hand.

"I know." Lance said as he sniffed his nose trying to breath calmly. "I don't want to lose you over this Keith, please forgive me!" Lance choked out, finally finding the courage he had lost to turn sideways too and to face keith making direct eye contact. Keith chuckled and shook his head amused, confusing Lance. He stood up and Lance followed his every movement. Keith sat down again beside Lance, close, their thighs touching.

Keith reached out slowly, tenderly, as his fingertips carefully caressed the soft patches of Lance's skin on his cheeks, eventually cupping them with both of his hands. He gently wiped away the tears streaming regardlessly down Lance's face, that he himself hadn't even noticed were there. Keith's face was relaxed, and calm, a small comforting smile playing on his lips.

Lance was enchanted, he couldn't look away from those lovable, cheeky, piercing eyes. "You're a bloody moron, you know that?" Keith giggled as his breath hit Lance's cheeks. He gently escorted Lance's face towards his own, mellowly pushing his plump lips against the Latino's thin ones. His thumbs made soft patterns on his skin, and all Lance's worries seemed to melt away with the heat of Keith's lips against his, the warm breath on his face, the soft, lingering touch of his hands.

Keith's lips parted slightly against Lance's, and that's when Lance let go. He tangled his hand in Keith's messy locks and his other wound himself around the back of Keith's neck. Pulling him in closer. Keith hummed into the kiss, satisfied with the reaction as one of his own hands found it's way into Lance's still damp hair.

They reluctantly pulled away, still holding the other as close as possible, their foreheads touching. "Who said I want it gentle? Who says I don't like it rough and rushed?" Keith whispered and softly pecked Lance's lips again. The latter was taken by surprise, had no words. His brain couldn't process it.

"Of course I like it gentle and slow, but I don't mind if we throw some fire into the pit you know?" keith murmured against his lips, "And maybe for our first time it was too rough but," he completely pulled away, some distance between the two, cold air surrounding Lance as he whined quietly. "But as long as it was with you I don't mind. You'll just have to make it up to me next time." Keith smirked as he poked Lance's chest.

Lance felt like he was finally able to breathe. He took a deep breath and gave Keith a questioning stare after processing it all. "Since when are you so smooth? What'd you do to my Keith?" Lance scoffed and Keith just laughed at that. "You rub off on me," He said with an evil gleam in his eyes as he pushed Lance down on the sofa. Climbing onto his lap he leant down and kissed Lance's neck, nibbling on the skin. Lance's hands found their way to Keith's hips, something had shifted between the two of them. Like a slight shove, a push into a direction they both wouldn't have gone to on their own.

Keith's lips trailed up towards Lance's ear, as he whispered against it, "We still haven't gone all the way yet, so you still have a chance." The words sank into Lance's brain and engraved themselves into his heart, and maybe also his crotch. Heat spreading fast. Keith leaned up again and pecked Lance's lips one more time. He smiled at him, oh so innocently, "You better start packing for the road trip tomorrow, I'm gonna take a shower now," He got off of Lance and went back into the bedroom while muttering something along the lines of 'I should still have an extra pair of clothes somewhere around here'.

Lance could hear the shower being turned on, and the door closing. He replayed the scenes that had just been there before his eyes. He came to one conclusion that held his sanity together, Keith was definitely still under the influence of the alcohol.

So was Lance, he had to be, else he would have a major hangover right now. And with that thought passing through his mind, the first signs of a terrible headache seemed to find its way into Lance's head.

But the lingering feeling of Keith's lips against his, and the trilling vibrations of his voice and the things he said still swirled around him. A small smile came onto his features. He was sure,

He loved the boy so much it hurt.

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Word count; 2843

Okay, so, I was reading drarry fanfics and suddenly the sentence "so warm" came to my mind and I abandoned everything to start writing what this may be. I'm not sure if I'll continue as you can see I stalled the story a bit... school's taking a toll on me and honestly I just want it all to end. I'll see what I can do, but I'm not sure with my writer's block.

I kinda wanna write a Voltron!Hogwarts AU, with Klance ofc, but then again I'm sure once I start I'll lose interest like I always do so...

Anyway, thanks for reading! Thanks for the support too!

Who else is dreading season 8? It's in the middle of my finals, RIP me 😂