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(Some of these lines you may recognize if ya been here since 'I Hate You')
Also, sorry it's short :c

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This was gonna be the death of Keith Koga(y)ne.

"Are you wearing space pants? Cuz your ass is out of this world!," Lance spouted line after line, adding finger guns or winking when necessary.

It had been going on all week. Keith didn't know if he was just a practice dummy for Lance or what. They were both sitting on Keith's bed, just chilling on this hot summer day.

"Do-" Keith cut him off,

"Lance. What are you doing?"

"What ever do you mean? Can't I just compliment a friend?," Lance asked, winking.

"You don't compliment someone with pick-up lines, Lance," Keith looked up from his sketch book and adjusted his glasses.

He wore a plain red T-shirt and black shorts. His long-ish hair tied up. Not bothering to put on his contacts that day, he had his big nerdy glasses.

"Pick-up lines are my thing, Keith! Don't act like you don't like it, though. I see you blushing!" Lance smirked.

"Pft- I- What-," Keith sputtered, glasses falling out of place from the motion, "I blush easily! Don't let my blush get to your head, McClain! It means nothing and I do not like your stupid flirting!"

"Yeah, yeah." Lance turned back to Keith's computer.

Netflix was turned on, Stranger Things playing in the background. Keith pushed his glasses back up his nose and continued his drawing. It was of Lance. He drew the sun kissed skinned boy quite a lot, not that he would ever tell Lance. He drew Lance's profile, not missing a single hair or the way his eyes shone. A small smile painted on his face as the brunette watched the show. Blue tank top and basketball shorts lay on his slim but broad figure. Honestly, Keith would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to Lance, physically and emotionally. He would be lying even more if he said he didn't have a huge crush on him.

As Keith sketched onto the paper, Lance looked over at him, curious.

"Sooooo," He dragged out the 'O' sound, "Whatcha drawing there Keithy?"

He leaned over, trying to get a look. The shorter male, startled, pulled his sketchbook against his chest and frowned at him.

"Nothing," he blushed, "Go away Lance."

"Come on," Lance whined, "You've been drawing for the pass half an hour! The suspense is killing me!"

"You're being dramatic." Keith pushed him away and returned to his artwork.

Time passed and Lance decided to try a bit more... suggestive pick-up lines on the boy with glasses.

"Hey Keith, " he said, smirking, "If I flip a quarter-"

"Lance, what are you-"

"What are the chances of I getting head?"

The raven haired boy was left speechless and flustered. His face crimson and he just froze up. Lance laughed and scooted a bit closer. Subtle enough so it wasn't obvious but close enough so Keith could catch a hint. Lance had been pinning Keith for a while now. But the inexperienced boy was oblivious to it all. Lance, for the past week or so, had decided to take a more straightforward approach. All it did was get Keith flustered though and he didn't seem to catch onto any hints. Lance was just about to give up and confess but not before some more juicy lines.

"Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Cuz I can practically see myself in your pants." Lance shot the madly blushing boy a wink.

Keith covered his face with his hands, muttering a muffled, "Stop it Lance."

"Are you a library book? Cuz I'm totally checking you out." He then proceeded to look Keith up and down, licking his lips.

Shame? Never met her.

"Lance, you're actually the worst." Keith crossed his arms and looked away.

He was beyond embarrassed and he didn't even know why Lance was doing this to him. It was torture but he loved it.

"Hey, kiss me if I'm wrong but, dinosaurs still exist, right?" Lance had scooted closer at this point, pressed up against Keith.

Keith let out a whine of embarrassment, weakly trying to push Lance away but failing.

Lance shot out one more, just because he could, "Are you ice cream? Cause I can't decided whether I should spoon you or lick you."

Keith couldn't take it anymore.

He snapped, grabbing Lance by the collar and pulling him towards him. Their lips crashed together.

Alright. If Lance wanted him, he was gonna get him.

Lance was shocked that Keith had made the move but didn't miss a second on kissing him back.

"Holy shit Keith-," Lance muttered against Keith's lips, "Holy shit."

They continued to make out, Keith ending up on Lance's lap. His hands firm on the brunette's shoulder, sometimes slipping around his head and hair. Lance kept his hands on Keith's hips, holding him flushed against himself. Keith let a small moan slip as Lance slipped his tongue in.

Eventually, they pulled away, panting and faces  hot with bright red blush. Keith's glasses has shifted and he looked ridiculous with his messy hair but to Lance, he looked incredibly hot.

"Damn, the lines actually worked, huh?" Lance let out a small chuckle.

"Are you a mailman? Cause I can practically see my package in your hands."

"Holy shit Keith."

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I also got a few lines from google.
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Sorry not sorry lol ❤️

~author