Weak by AJR

''Keith, wake up!'' Shiro said while he opened the red curtains of Keith's small bedroom. The two brothers lived together in an apartment, not too far from where Shiro worked.

''Mhm, shut up,'' Keith groaned into his pillow. ''It's not my fault you got tipsy yesterday and lost the boy of your dreams,'' Shiro chuckled, ruffling his adopted brother's already messy hair.

''C'mon, you promised you'd participate in the dance competition,'' Shiro said and pulled the covers off of Keith. The latter muttered some curse words under his breath but forced himself to sit up nonetheless. His hair sticking out in weird angles.

The older man chuckled and walked out of the room. Keith yawned and glanced around his stuffy room, his eyes found the clothes he wore yesterday. A shiver ran down his spine at the pleasant memories.

He took a shower to refresh himself and wrapped the red towel around his waist. He dried off his hair, and glanced in the mirror. His eyes lingered over his disappointed frame, his shoulders were slumped and he had dark bags under his eyes. They looked dull and bland. Keith was a mess, his eyes scanned over his pale frame until they lingered at a dark purple spot in the crook of his neck.

Keith carefully reached out, his finger tips carefully grazing the bruised skin.

''He sure claimed me as his,'' Keith murmured in a soft tone, and couldn't hold back his forming smile. He closed his eyes, his hand resting over the hickey, as he remembered the moves that specific latino had. The way his hips had moved against Keith's and the way his soft breaths made Keith melt in the dark skinned arms, how soft his hands were and how safe Keith felt against the stranger's chest.

''Keith!'' Shiro shouted from the other room. The black haired male flinched slightly at the unexpected voice and combed his hair quickly, while rushing towards his bedroom. He pulled on red boxers, a black coloured sweatpants and a red crop-top sweater, plus white socks with black sneakers.

''Keith, I'm gonna leave without you, y'know?'' Shiro knocked on his door once again.

''Give me 5 seconds man!'' Keith growled, frustrated as he pulled his hair into a sloppy ponytail and slammed his door open. Shiro stared at the mess in front of him, scanning over the flaws. A sly smile formed onto his lips.

''Is that a hickey? How close were you and that guy yesterd-'' Shiro reached out to inspect the bruised skin but Keith pushed his older brother away.

''Let's go,'' Keith muttered in a harsh tone, pushing past the taller male.

''Oh, I see, you caught feelings,'' Shiro sang the word 'feelings' in a teasing tone.

''Ugh,'' Keith groaned and took his phone and wallet and headed out the door, Shiro following close behind, amused by his brother's little crush.

They were walking towards Voltron's dance studio, owned by Shiro's fiancé Allura and her best friend Coran. Shiro teaches adults Salsa there. Allura on the other hand teaches children ballet. Coran is sort of the manager and a bartender too.

''So, why did I need to join this thing?'' Keith asked, once he walked next to his brother.

''Well, there's gonna be a dance competition soon, and the winners get a lot of money. But we kind of need a dance crew, because there are going to be 3 categories, each team needs to have different dancer's who dance different styles. And, you're a professional dancer so, that's why I asked you.'' Shiro had explained.

''Oh, alright then I guess,'' Keith mumbled and focused on the concrete floor in front of him. His mind wondering off into his own thoughts.

The studio came into sight, as Keith looked up again from his shoes feeling slightly dizzy.

They entered the building, walking through the maze of hallways, and entered the ballet room, ''Ah! Shiro! Keith! I'm so glad you guys are here!'' Allura ran up to them and tackled Keith into a hug. Stumbling backwards, Keith kept his balance. Once he was released by the silver haired girl's death grip, she went over to her fiancé to pamper him with attention.

Keith rolled his eyes and crossed the room, leaning against the brick wall. He sat down against it, laying his phone and wallet beside him.

Once again, Keith's mind drifted off into the distance, as he stared at the wooden floor.

''Hello Keith!'' Coran's voice filled Keith's ears as he looked up beside him. Coran placed a stereo down in the corner.

''Hey Coran,'' He replied quietly. He just couldn't stop thinking about a particular boy, and it started to drive him wild.

Keith changed his thoughts towards the dance competition, until he questioned something.

''We don't have enough dancers? Or do we?'' Keith asked the orange hared male. ''Oh, I invited two other dancers and their friend too. You got along with one of them pretty well I see,'' Coran said and pointed at the hickey.

''Wait, what do you mean-?'' Keith was confused, until his attention was drawn towards the door.

Three people had entered the room, a short girl with brown hair and glasses, she wore baggy clothes too. A buff male who looked very kind and optimistic. And-

Keith's eyes widened at the sight. He gasped softly, everything and everyone disappeared around him, just like yesterday. The man looked up and Keith's violet eyes were interlocked with icy blue ones, yet they were as dark as the night sky, or the ocean. Keith swore he could see a small galaxies in them.

''Eyo, mami, hit me up,'' The latino mumbled to himself. Nobody else payed attention to it but Keith. The raven's face turned even redder than it was before.

The guy was exactly like Keith had remembered, only, there was better lighting this time. His skin had a caramel coloured tone, he was tall and lanky too. Keith didn't have the chance yesterday to see his eyes clearly. But this time he did, and he couldn't take his own eyes off of the other pair of orbs. They were so mesmerising and breathtaking. Keith remembered by touch how the boy's body was shaped, and now in the better lighting his thoughts were right. He had the body of a dancer, but Keith couldn't really pin point what style. Plus, the latino seemed very flexible too, on top of that.

Keith's cheeks heated up at the thought.

They both heard three snickers. Keith turned towards his brother who was covering his mouth, ''You knew since yesterday! Didn't you?!'' Keith snapped and glared at his brother who lost control of his laughter.

''Well buddy, I told you yesterday didn't I. Now you can ask him for his name.'' The buff guy patted the mesmerising boys back. Unlike Keith, the other boy's eyes never left the other individual.

Keith looked up again, the latino wore short grey booty-shorts, showing off his flawless legs. And a white crop-top with blue sleeves, 'Tigers do it better' quoted on it. He wore dark blue sneakers and white socks. His midsection was slim, and his hips were very alluring. He wasn't as curved as Keith, but that didn't stop the raven-head from drooling over the natural tanned beauty in front of him.

''Earth to Lance?!'' The short girl waved her hand in front of, Lance's face. Keith's blush grew deeper at the realisation that this God's name was in fact, Lance. And Keith thought it fitted the Latino perfectly.

''Alright, we completely lost him Hunk,'' The girl snorted as she gave up on trying to get Lance's attention.

''Katie Holt, but please call me Pidge,'' The girl stated, as she waved her hand in a tensed manner.

''My name is Hunk Garret!'' The broad male exclaimed, smiling brightly. Towards the group. Lance kept quiet, and kept gazing at Keith. Pidge rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the side.

''Lance McClain Sanchez,'' He said automatically, still staring at Keith with a gentle look. Now Keith knew why, as Lance's voice filled his ears. It was like a siren singing to you, an angel even.

''Get a room,'' Pidge muttered and glanced at Shiro.

''I'm Takashi Shirogane, but everyone calls me Shiro, I'm Allura's fiancé,'' Shiro awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

''I'm Allura Fara, his future wife and disaster,'' She giggled and a smile grazed her lips, ''Nice to meet you all!''

''And y'all know me already! I saw the way Lance and Pidge moved yesterday, so I asked Hunk to bring you guys here today!'' Coran smiled a friendly smile.

''Then what about- erm...'' Pidge nodded towards Keith.

''That's Keith, my adopted brother, but his last name is Kogane,'' Shiro informed.

''Alright, let's all sit down, shall we?'' Allura clapped her hands together happily.

Everyone sat in a circle, as Pidge and Hunk attempted to get Lance to sit down. Shiro patted Keith's shoulder, drawing Keith's attention towards him. Without knowing he also broke his eye contact with the gorgeous man in front of him, and decided to avoid it from now on.

''I thank you all for coming, let's get started! Alright, so there are about three to four dance categories; Salsa, ballet, freestyle, and a duet. Now, I know ballet and salsa, and Shiro knows Salsa too, so we both covered those categories. Could any of you cover the others?'' Allura said, glancing at Keith, Lance and Pidge.

''Lucky for you, I dance freestyle. It's a mix with many styles so...'' Pidge smiled slightly.

''Great! Now, for the duet, there's a catfish to it. The duet should at least contain four different dance styles. And that's where we worry...'' Allura looked down, the room went silent for a few moments.

''Keith dances a lot of styles,'' Shiro spoke up. Everyone but Lance glanced at Keith.

''I do not,'' Keith snarled,'' I only do hiphop, for me it's a mix of streetdance, breakdance, and robotic dance moves.''

''Those were not the styles you danced with Lance from what I've seen,'' Coran piped up. The mention of Lance's name drew his own attention to lift up his head and look at Keith.

Keith scoffed and glared at his hands which were situated on his lap, ''Fine, and a little bit of Latin-dance, but that's it.''

''Well, that covers at least a few styles, what about you Lance?'' Allura asked.

Keith looked up and made accidental eye contact with the latino, ''Uh, I do lyrical dances, pole dance and a little bit of acrobatic dancing,'' Lance mumbled loud enough for the group to hear, ''And some latin-dance styles too...'' As he kept on gazing into those vibrant purple orbs.

''Awesome! Then it's decided, Lance and Keith dance the duet!'' Allura clapped her hands together again which brought Keith and Lance back into reality.

''Wait what?'' Keith uttered out, looking at Allura with a shocked face.

''You can't back out!'' Shiro said quickly as he gave his brother a knowing look. Keith huffed and crossed his arms in irritation.

''The way you two moved yesterday was phenomenal! So it shouldn't be a problem,'' Coran said in a cheery tone. ''Yeah, that was before they knew they'd see each other again,'' Pidge snickered under her breath which made Lance elbow her.

''Now, we're all free to figure out our own choreography, and our own music for every performance. It's in three weeks, so please be prepared, I know It's hard, but we can do this! You will all have a share of the money if we win. I thank you all for participating in this!'' Allura smiled happily.

''Wait, won't you be doing two dances?'' Hunk asked and Allura nodded. ''I don't mind, I love dancing anyway!''

''Oh umh, which, styles do, we, do?'' Lance asked hesitantly. ''You choose! Together you two can dance about 7 dance styles, so you should be good!'' Allura chirped and got up, Shiro tagging along quickly, and giving Keith a sneaky thumbs up.

''Hunk could you help me with my routine?'' Pidge asked, looking at her friend.

''Yeah sure! Let's find another room,'' Hunk stood up and patted Lance's shoulder. The blue eyed male looked up at his two best friends, giving them a pleading look. Pidge just snorted and ruffled Lance's hair, ''Nerd.'' Pidge teased and the two of them took off, the noise of their shoes squeaking against the floor echoing in the distance. Suddenly the entire room was quiet, only the laboured breathing from the two males filling the tensed air surrounding them.

Keith cleared his throat, ''We uhh... should probably decide who does what dance style already, right?''

Lance was astounded by the beautiful voice once again, and dared to look up. But to his dismay, Keith was looking down at his own shoes.

''Erm, I think pole dancing falls out, and... we both know bachata, so-'' Lance's cheeks heated up at the memory from yesterday, ''That's one dance style.''

''Y-Yeah,'' Keith stuttered and mentally cursed himself, ''I could maybe do breakdance and robotic dance... and you Lyrical dance?''

''Yeah, sure, perfect, totally,'' Lance managed to ramble, maybe too quickly. He nodded his head in agreement, to establish his answer.

There was an empty silence once again, and it made Lance fairly uncomfortable. He heard Keith breathe in a deep breath, before the boy quietly spoke out his sentence,

''So, uhh, what exactly is... lyrical dance?'' Keith finally looked up, an embarrassed smile playing on his lips. Lance was taken aback by the question and puffed out his cheeks slightly.

''I could preform it, if you'd want to see?'' Lance suggested, scratching his elbow to distract himself from staring at the other boy.

''Sure, you have a song?'' The pale boy asked, Lance laughed nervously, ''I kinda, forgot my phone... so uhh,'' Lance trailed off and looked down, his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

''S'no problem, I have my phone, what song would you prefer?'' Keith asked in a lighter tone. The tension drifting away into the abyss, slowly, but gradually.

''A song that holds many emotions? Maybe like... 'Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley'?'' Lance spoke out in a cautious tone.

''Uh yeah, I don't have that one in my phone,'' Keith said in a harsh tone, with the result of Lance flinching, ''And,'' Keith spoke gentler this time noticing Lance's distress, ''I forgot to pay for my mobile subscription last month, so...I don't have data and this building doesn't have an internet connection,'' Keith mumbled, but loud enough for Lance to hear.

''You have 'Weak by AJR'?'' Lance questioned, taking a deep breath, and breathing out a sigh. The tension leaving his body. His structure seemed more relaxed too.

''Yes!'' keith chirped out,''Uh, I mean... yeah I do,'' He lowered his volume and smiled awkwardly. At the gentle tone of the raven's voice, Lance looked up again, a smile barely grazing his features.

Keith unlocked his phone with his thumbprint and started searching through his music gallery.

''Do you go to university?'' Lance asked quietly, trying not to anger the other male. Keith obviously had a short temper.

''I graduated last summer, I followed dance and arts, I'm an artist too, so that's how I gain money,'' Keith smiled cheekily at his phone, and Lance hummed in response, looking over Keith's features for the umpteenth time that day.

''So you studied dance but ya' don't know what lyrical dance is?'' Lance dared to ask, but he sounded more amused than teasing.

''I studied hiphop, no other styles. Dance was my side study, I mostly focused on art,'' Keith said softly, letting out a hum afterwards, ''When I was little I wanted to be a tattoo artist, or a space pilot, I guess none of those dreams came true huh,'' Keith smiled a sad smile and glanced up from his phone for a moment.

''What 'bout you?'' He asked, Lance's eyes widened and then looked at his hands, fumbling with the ropes of his shorts.

''Oh uh, I didn't go to college, I just- I work at Hunk's and Shay's bakery as a cashier. So, nothing special,'' Lance was embarrassed. He didn't go to university so his family could save up money for his nieces and nephews. Lance was the youngest child in his family back in Cuba, and the two children from his eldest brother Tulio and the daughter from his eldest sister Michaela, were more important than Lance anyway. Lance's two years elder twin siblings, Rosita and Miguel were going to a university back in Havana, and Lance decided he'd earn money together with Hunk in the U.S.A.

But he'd never tell Keith that, not yet anyway.

''So, you sell paintings or how do you get your money? If you don't mind me asking,'' Lance asked, quite curious. He wanted to figure everything out about Keith. Even the little unimportant things.

''Oh, uh no,'' Keith chuckled, the bright light from his phone screen illuminating in his eyes as he kept scrolling through his list, ''I have a tumblr and deviant art blog, and my fans actually pay me via Patreon, they're amazing. I wouldn't know what to do without their support. They send me requests or they'd ask me to make fan-art of their stories online. I also some write stories on Ao3 or wattpad. So... yeah,'' Keith's face lit up at the mention of his fans, Lance just felt that Keith had a close bond with them.

''What kind of art do you make? Digital? Or original? Any specific styles?'' Lance was genuinely interested in Keith's personal life. Even though they met less than 8 hours ago.

''Anything really. I do paint sometimes, but I rather keep them to myself, most of them are really personal. And uh, I guess I have my own style of drawing, I could show you some time when we meet up for this dance thing!'' Keith looked up completely from his phone and smiled an adorable smile towards Lance.

Lance felt like his heart just melted right there on the spot. ''Are you a self taught dancer? Or...'' Keith trailed off.

''My mamá used to be a latin dancer, she's from Mexico. Her last name is Sanchez. My dad was born in Florida, and his last name is McClain. But he moved to brazil. He met my mom at the carnival in Rio. She was a dancer there, her family was on vacation there, or so they told me. They fell in love, got married and finally they decided to move to Cuba together. And so my family originated,'' Lance explained, a smile spreading to his face.

Keith couldn't help but to smile too, Lance's was quite contagious. ''Huge family?'' Keith asked.

''Yup, I'm the youngest though. I have an elder brother, Tulio, he's 6 years older than me. His wife's name is Lucy and they have a daughter from 6, Mina and a son who's 5, he's my favourite, Benji. And then you have Michaela, she's 4 years older than me, and she has a daughter named Lilo. Oh! And the trouble makers, Miguel and Rosita, they're 2 years older than me, and they're twins. Rosita was born first though. And then you have me!'' Lance explained, joy beaming off of him. He had the brightest smile Keith had ever seen.

But suddenly Lance's smile dropped, and he looked down. ''I really miss them y'know? And my family back in Mexico too,'' Lance smiled with sorrow, and quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

''I'll see them again when It's Christmas, but I have Pidge and Hunk now, so-" Lance tried to force a smile, but failed.

''What about your family in Florida?'' Keith asked, he was confused to why Lance hadn't said he missed them.

''Apparently they were all homophobes or something and I came out as bisexual and they disowned me. So my family in Cuba and Mexico cut off all contact with them.'' Lance spoke out and a tear dared to slip down his cheek. Keith felt his stomach churn.

''Hey man,'' Keith said gently, ''You're okay, and very strong. And it's okay if you miss your family in Cuba and Mexico. I'd like to hear all about them some time, alright? About your adventures with them? I'm sure they miss you too, y'know?'' Keith wanted to reach out and give Lance a hug, or lay his hand on the brunet's shoulder. Anything, but instead Keith bit his lip.

He had never been never good with feelings and he despised physical contact. Then what was so different with Lance?

It was silent for a while, until Keith decided other wise. As he shuffled closer to Lance and pulled him into a hug.

Lance didn't know why he opened up to a man he barely knows and met less than 8 hours ago, but he didn't care. Keith obviously ignored the fact that Lance said he was bisexual, which Lance appreciated a lot.

Keith pulled back and gave Lance a soft smile, Lance smiled back, as he wiped his cheeks. His eyes landed on a bruise on Keith's neck. Lance cocked his head to the side in thought as he narrowed his eyes. Keith found 'thinking Lance' fairly adorable.

''I... is that...?'' Lance shakily pointed his finger towards Keith's neck. Keith chuckled, ''Yeah, It's your claim alright. Didn't want anyone else to hit me up, mhm?'' Keith had a sly smile situated on his face.

''Yeah, I didn't know your name, so I thought I'd call you mine. And I didn't get my last name for nothin' y' know, Lance McClain will claim what's his,'' Lance finally found himself comfortable enough to be himself around Keith, flirting shamelessly.

''Oh my god,'' Keith covered his face, trying to hide his blush. Lance thought he had made Keith too uncomfortable, but the latter started laughing quietly among himself. He looked up, a smile plastered on his face.

Keith never smiled, but when he was around Lance he smiled more than he had ever done in his entire life.

''Oh, by the way. I found the song like, two minutes ago,'' Keith chuckled, and Lance swore he saw the boys cheeks turning a shade of red again.

''Oh, yeah, right,'' Lance was caught off guard and warily stood up. He shook his head and kicked off his shoes, not too far away from Keith.

The Latino took deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He closed his eyes and faced the mirror, his back towards Keith. ''You can start the music whenever,'' Lance burbled out in a soft tone, but wasn't sure if the Mullet-headed male had heard.

'No thank you, is what i should've said, I should be in bed-'

Keith watched closely as Lance suddenly turned to the side, intertwining his fingers into his hair and bending his knees more and more, until he suddenly rolled onto his back on the floor. Caressing the cold material.

'But temptations of trouble on my tongue, troubles yet to come-'

Lance slid up again, his hands trailing behind, he stroked up his thighs, and made a sharp movement swinging himself onto his hands and knees.

'One sip, bad for me-'

He slid forward so his chest was almost flat onto the ground.

'One hit, bad for me-'

One of his arms stretched out to the side furiously.

'One kiss, bad for me'-'

He lifted himself up easily with his other arm while the outstretched one came back to his chest.

'But I give in so easily-'

Both of his hands were now rubbing through his hair. To Keith it was like Lance was singing the Lyrics, but instead of vocals he used his body. Was that what lyrical dance was? It seemed really intimate.

'And no thank you is how it should've gone-"

Lance fluently stood up again and made a twirl like in ballet.

'I should stay strong-'

He stopped his turn and intertwined his fingers in his hair again, his knees bending.

'But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that-"

Keith sat still, throughout the whole performance, amazed. Keith even shrieked when Lance did a split out of nowhere.

Flexible? Check.

Keith had no words, he was mesmerised. He couldn't believe that he danced along side of this creature less than 8 hours ago. That they would make a choreography together for a duet they'd dance. He thanked whoever was up there for answering his prayers to the stars. Keith wasn't about to let this boy go so easily like yesterday. Not at all.

Lance finished his dance in a fetal position with his eyes closed. He slowly sat up, kneeling, as his chest raised and fell rapidly. Some sweat making his forehead glisten in the lighting.

''So,'' Lance breath out, ''What'd ya think?'' He kept taking deep breaths trying to even out his breath.

''Just wow,'' Keith mumbled out, his eyes were fixated on Lance and held an emotion Lance couldn't make out.

Admiration.

''You want an extra explanation?'' Lance asked, as he caught his breath little by little.

''Yes please,'' Keith chuckled, as he gave Lance a appreciative smile.

''Lyrical dance is a dance style that blends elements of ballet and jazz dance. It's generally a little more fluid and smoother than ballet and also somewhat faster -- although not as rapidly executed as jazz dance. A lyrical dancer uses movement to express strong emotions, such as love, joy, romantic yearning or anger. Movements in lyrical dance are characterized by fluidity and grace, with the dancer flowing seamlessly from one move to another, holding finishing steps as long as possible. Leaps are exceptionally high and soaring, and turns are fluid and continuous,'' Lance explained fluently and Keith registered every word that angelic voice spoke out.

''Well damn,'' Keith laughed once again.

''Mostly I like to-'' Lance started but got interrupted, ''Tell a story,'' Keith finished his sentence. Or at least he hoped so.

''Exactly,'' Lance's smile grew and grew. ''So if we find a song, and we both dance different styles, maybe I could like, twirl around you some times,'' Lance said, excitement lingered in his voice.

''Oh, and maybe like, erm, some times I dip you or help you twirl!'' Keith smiled, ''Yes! We think alike!'' Lance laughed happily. ''And then we tell a story through our dance?''

''Perfect!'' Keith clapped his hands together. For once he did enjoy working together with someone.

Once their laughter calmed down, they both looked at each other. A strange feeling swirled in Keith's chest and stomach, but he didn't know what. It warmed him up inside and made him want to smile constantly.

Both the boys jumped at the sound of a few knocks on the door. They both turned towards it as they saw Hunk standing there, ''I'm sorry buddy, but the bakery needs to open in like— 15 minutes,'' Hunk informed.

''Ah, shoot, I forgot,'' Lance muttered and groaned rolling his eyes. ''Where's Pidge?'' Lance asked while getting up from his kneeling position.

''She went to the university, she had class,'' Hunk said, while he patiently waited for his best friend.

''What does she study?'' Keith asked, his head leaned to the side a bit.

''Astronomy and techs,'' Hunk said with a smile.

''Alright I'm all packed up,'' Lance sighed, once he put his shoes back on. He glanced down at Keith, who was still seated on the ground.

Lance squatted down beside Keith, who glanced at him confusedly. Lance took the still unlocked phone and opened Keith's contacts, pushing the button to add a new contact, and typed in his number along with the nickname, 'Sharpshooter~'.

''Imma wait in the car alright?'' Hunk spoke as Keith noticed he was texting someone on his phone, ''Sure thing, texting Shay?'' Lance asked looking up from Keith's phone. Hunk just smirked at Lance, and Lance rolled his eyes with a smile.

Lance looked back down as he tapped on the button of 'confirm', and he scrolled down Keith's contacts to search for his freshly added one. Lance finally found it and send himself a quick text so he had Keith's number too.

He pushed the 'back' button and frowned slightly at a contact which said 'My star <3'.

Keith noticed Lance's frown as he slowly reached for his phone, as Lance allowed Keith to take it from him. Lance stood up and readjusted his gym bag on his shoulder. ''I'll text you later,'' Lance suddenly said in a cold tone.

Of course Keith had a girlfriend or boyfriend, I mean, have you looked at him. Lance slapped himself mentally, how could he have already fallen for a boy, who already had a lover. Obviously Keith wasn't straight, not by the moves and signs he made yesterday night. But of course he'd be taken by someone way better than Lance. Lance knew Keith was out of his league. Why'd he let himself hang onto that little spark of fake hope?

Lance started walking out of the room, he was almost at the door but suddenly something grabbed his arm that wasn't carrying his bag. The person forced Lance to turn around, as he came face to face with Keith. A frowning Keith. And Lance didn't like the look of that.

Keith's hand left Lance's arm, and reached up to cup the side of Lance's neck. The shorter male tippy toed and bumped his nose against Lance's. And slowly rubbed his pale nose against the warm toned one.

Lance relaxed automatically as Keith's warmth started to surround him. Keith leaned back down, slightly staring up at Lance, ''If you'd like to know, my ex-boyfriend, Lotor, cheated on me and I broke up with him, I was devastated and Shiro forced me to go to the club that Coran worked part time at. That's how I ended up there yesterday,'' Keith whispered, as his violet eyes' stare pierced into Lance's icy dark blue ones.

Lance's face heated up at the realization that Keith could read him like an open book.

Keith pressed both of his hands on Lance's chest and leaned up again to softly bump his nose tenderly against Lance's slightly freckled one, once again.

Keith pulled back and turned Lance around, pushing him out of the room, Lance stumbled over his words as he started blabbing like a baby. ''See you soon Lancey,'' Keith giggled at the nickname he conceived just a moment ago, before he closed the door in Lance's face.

Keith turned around, his back towards the door, as he rested against it. Keith's face was burning up, and his heart was beating widely like it could pop out of his chest any moment now. Keith's face flushed red and he slid down the door. Burying his beat red face into his hands.

Despite all that, he couldn't get rid of the stupid smile stuck on his face. Keith leaned his head back against the cool material of the door.

He reached one of his hands up, and gently touched the tip of his nose, as he sighed contently.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway behind the door and Keith sighed deeply.

He met the boy of his dreams, or previous night, again. They bumped noses again, they get to see each other a lot, they're going to dance together, he got Lance's number and Lance got jealous already.

'My star <3' is Keith's best friend, beside Shiro, but he's his brother after all. Acxa was Keith's only friend when he went to elementary school once he was adopted by Shiro's parents. And they never separated. They were both loners, and loners got to stick together. They're still best friends, despite the passed time.

She was a crazy girl, she coloured her hair all the colours of the rainbow once back in high school, to support Keith and the LGBT+ community, despite her being straight. But that didn't mean she couldn't support the community and her best friend. Now she has blue hair and a job as a social worker for homeless lgbtq+ people, because their family disowned them or who knows for what reason.

Despite Keith and Shiro being very close for adoptive brothers, Acxa was the first to know, beside Keith himself, that he was gay. Shiro was second to know and very offended because he wasn't the first.

Lance probably thought that it was his lover, and maybe Keith isn't going to tell Lance who the contact is.

''I'm definitely gonna tease him about it, yeah,'' Keith mumbled to himself as he rubbed his nose, the smile he had never left his face.

''Keith?'' Shiro's voice sounded out from behind the door, as a knock was heard.

The situation from this morning seemed fairly familiar to the one now, so Keith immediately opened the door to be faced by his older brother.

''Wanna grab lunch?'' Shiro asked as he smiled.

''Sure,'' Keith answered and grabbed his phone and wallet.

The rest of the day went by slowly, but that just gave him more time to think about a specific gorgeous latino boy.

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Don't mind the switch between American English and British English. My teachers say I need to use British English more since I'm from Europe but yeah... 'leant' sounds like shit so I use 'leaned' but then again i do use 'colour' and 'favourite' instead of 'color' and 'favorite'. So yeah.... don't mind it xD

Word count: 5590

Alright so, I feel like this sucked and idk if i should continue. I'm insecure about my writing style. And no I don't need help. Read my old stories a,d then tell me how much my English has evaluated. Now, I'm not sure if you guys like this so-

I'll try my best!

PLEASE tell me if you see any mistakes!! Or spelling errors! Not the British-American ones of course. I'm a mixed child xD Thanks!
Also, I feel like I'm making them all a little too OC... is that bad? I've been writing for 2 years like, where the quiznak did my confidence go??

Thank you for your patience and I hope you somewhat enjoyed!