"Right hand on green." Hunk said after spinning a dial in the middle of the Twister board.

Lance groaned, knowing that he would have to cross over Keith and stretch out as far as possible to make sure that he didn't fall.

Pidge entered, eating a bowl of grapes. "Wow, you could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife." She laughed.

Both boys felt their faces burn red.

Hunk grinned and flicked the dial on the board. "Left foot on yellow."

Keith fell and shortly after toppled Lance, right on top of him.

Lance bit his lip, looking at Keith as he straddled him. They quickly scrambled up and dusted themselves up.

Shiro and Allura walked in. "What's going on?" Shiro asked, seeing everyone look suspicious.

"They're playing board game erotica." Pidge shrugged.

"What is this?" Allura asked.

"Twister." Hunk grinned.

Shiro and Allura exchanged glances and smirked.

"You should play again- you know, so that I can see."

Keith and Lance agreed suspiciously fast.

"Right hand on red." Hunk called out. "left hand on blue, right leg on green, right hand on yellow, left leg on red."

Keith did a bridge under Lance, feeling his pelvis pushing pushing against Lance's butt and dropped to the floor. "Okay- that's enough for now."

Lance laughed. "I win." He said out loud, but inside he was screaming.

---

Keith found Lance eating what looked to be the Altean version of Frosted Flakes.

"What are doing?" Keith asked.

"Eating cereal."

Dumb question.

Keith felt his face burn. He had heard from Pidge that Lance liked him and knew that she liked to start things. He sighed.

"Pidge talked with me."

"Me too."

Keith sighed. So she was playing matchmaker then. Lance continued, "She said that you want to play Twister somewhere more private." He laughed. "Whatever that means."

The red paladin felt his headache throb in his head as his anxiety rose. "Lance?"

"What?"

"Shit. I'll say it: I like you." He admitted.

Lance drank the milk from the bowl of milk. Keith spoke again.

"...and then you do shit like this."

Lance put his bowl down. "I'm starting to think that Pidge meant sex."

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. He was just now figuring that out? "Yes." He paused. "I think we should wait a while... you know, get to know each other better first and dislike each other less."

---

The next morning, Keith found Lance in the training room of the castle. It was 4 am.

"What are you doing?" Keith asked as he watched Lance's sloppy form with his sword.

Lance lowered his sword and rested his shoulders. "I've been up for a while trying to fight holograms with my sword... you know, now that I have one."

Keith smirked. "Well it's no wonder that the holograms are beating you- your stance sucks." He paused, "But I know what would help. Take a break and I'll be right back.

Keith grabbed a wooden box and brought it down to the training room. He spread the Twister mat on the floor. "Okay." He began. "Left foot red, right foot blue."

Lance adjusted his stance. "Like this?"

Keith smiled. "Perfect. Okay now, swing forward and move your left foot to yellow."

Lance swung forwards and sliced the air. Keith pressed himself softly against Lance's arms and helped him with the forehand and backhand swings, his arms and hands on hands guiding Lance's.

Keith improved Lance's stance and Keith decided that it was enough practice for one night.

"Are you tired?" Keith asked Lance. Lance nodded. "Looks like we're not playing bedroom Twister." He said as he closed the lid to the box and tucked it under his arm.

Lance perked up. "Actually..."

And like that, Keith followed Lance. "We have a solid two hours before anyone wakes up."

Keith laughed lightly. "Sounds good."

Twister isn't just a game anymore.