"Ughhhh." Keith groaned. He was laying across the couch opposite from Hunk who was doing a crossword puzzle.

"What's wrong?" Hunk asked, looking up from 14, vertical (another name for circular motion in which a force in enacted) 

Keith rubbed his forehead. "I get this headache that comes and goes.

"Hey, guys." Lance waved, walking into the room.

"Aaand there is comes."

Hunk laughed. Lance looked confused. "What's there?"

"Keith has a headache." Hunk grinned and laughed lightly to himself.

"Well does he want some pain relievers or something?"

Keith sat up. "It's fine-"

"NOPE!" Lance declared. "We're getting you some drugs." he said, pulling Keith away from the couch. Lance dragged Keith by his wrist, pulling him towards Pidge.

"Pidge, my good human, do you know if we have anything for a headache?"

Pidge scratched her head. "I mean, I know where the infirmary is. There's a med closet."

"I'm really okay-" Keith protested.

"ON TO THE INFIRMARY!" Lance announced, pulling Pidge with him.

Lance dragged Pidge and Keith to the infirmary and had Keith sit on the exam table. Pidge took a seat next to it.

"Okay, what do we have here?" Lance muttered. "Midol!"

Pidge frowned. "That's for menstrual cycles."

"When was your last period, Keith?"

His headache got worse. "Never, Lance. I'm a dude."

"Are you sure?" Lance laughed.

"Do you wanna check?" Keith frowned.

Lance's face dropped. "Maybe later- ANYWAYS." He said, rummaging around in the closet. He pulled out another bottle- a glass bottle- and took  the lid off. "What's this?" Lance closed one eye and peered into the bottle. "It looks like dried flowers. Must be some Altean thing." He shrugged and sniffed it. "Smell good- like REALLY good." He looked at Keith. "KEITH SMELL THIS!" He said, shoving the jar in Keith's face.

Keith coughed, having just inhaled some sort of pollen.

"Wait." Pidge said, looking at the bottle. She had her tablet open and had decoded the writing on the side of the bottle. "This isn't-"

"What?" Keith asked, suddenly sweating. "And why's it so hot in here?"

"You two have just inhaled a love potion." She looked at their faces and laughed. "Guys, I'm not kidding- look."

Lance was looking at Keith, eyes wide. "So what do we do?"

Keith bit his lip. "So many things."

Pidge quickly stood up. "Okay- and that's my cue to go. Have at it you guys."

"What?!" Keith asked.

Pidge walked back into view from the doorway. "The sexual tension between the two of you has been increasingly frustrating and amusing. Be sure to use protection." She said, walking off, casually.

Keith looked at Lance. "You know that thing where I say I don't like you?"

"Yeah? So it's not true?" Lance asked, hopefully.

"No." Keith frowned. "I don't like being around you 90% of the time."

"You're a real smooth-talker." Lance laughed.

"But then there's that 10%..."

"Where you love me?"

"No. 5% is pure hatred."

"And the other 5%?"

"Well, that's the worst part: that's where I decide that I love you."

Lance laughed and grabbed Keith by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. They kissed deeply and passiontley until Lance grinned and pulled away.

"What?" Keith asked.

Lance laughed softly. "I forgot to breathe."

Keith smirked and kissed his cheek. "Yeah- I'm pretty breathtaking."

Lance pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "So do you want to you know... quiznak back in my room?"

Keith said nothing but rolled his eyes and then grinned. "Yes."

"How's your headache?" Lance asked.

Keith flushed. "I think the blood is going somewhere else."

Lance looked down at Keith's erection. "Yep."

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A/N: I don't know if I have readers who would be interested in mature topics. If you like real smut, comment here and let me know. I would still make PG-13 one-shots, but would also write closer to erotica. I love y'all!