''Alright, who's turn was it again?'' Pidge asked. ''I think it was mine!'' Hunk said excited. They've been playing some games, but ended up with truth or dare. The first three rounds were quite calm. Hunk made a weird smoothy with everything that he could find in the fridge. Coran has tied two bowties in his moustache. Allura got her hair braided by Lance. Shiro is wearing a stretchable skirt, Pidge was smart enough to stay by truths. And Keith is wearing pink booty shorts owned by Allura.

''Coran, truth or dare?'' Hunk asked. The fourth round had started.

''Truth.'' Coran said, fixing one of the bowties intertwined with his moustache. ''Is it true you have never been in a relationship?'' Hunk asked. ''No? Whoever told you that, is a lier. I've had two girlfriends, but it didn't work out, with either of them. But friendship is more important anyways!'' Coran answered.

There was a low rumble of thunder coming from outside, the storm had calmed down to a level 7 by now.

''Allura, truth or dare?'' Coran perked up, nibbling on some popcorn.

The seven have learned a few new things about each other. About Lance's family and squad of siblings. Even about Keith's birth parents. Who had died in a car crash when he was 5. About Hunk, who could dance Hawaiian dances, despite being from Samoa. About Pidge too, that she's asexual. Lots of laughter and hugs have already been shared this evening.

''Dare.'' She said confidently. ''Mhm, someone back me up?'' Coran asked, glancing around the circle. He was never good with making up dares.

Shiro and Allura were cuddled up on the couch, Pidge beside them. Coran in the one seat. Hunk on the beanbag and Keith and Lance on the ground. Pillows and blankets were scattered around, to make it more comfortable and cozy. Snacks and soda's were placed on the glass-coffee table.

''Oh, i know!'' Lance said, snickering. ''Oh hell no, don't you dare Lance! Not like last time!'' Allura screeched. Pidge snorted. ''Oh hell yes, mademoiselle, I dare you to eat Coran's Axe.'' Lance said smirking. ''Oh lord.'' Hunk choked out, trying to hold back laughter.

''Oh my f-, okay. Alright. I'll do it. Again. I'll get you back, just you wait-'' Allura snarled, then started muttering to herself. Standing up and walking to the bathroom, taking Coran's Axe, and Pulling off the lid. She gagged, but directly took a bite and chewed on the soap like substance. She froze all her movements. Suddenly, she ran to the open kitchen, and spewed it into the trashcan, rinsing out her mouth with the faucet. ''I hate you guys so much,'' Allura scowled. Everyone was laughing by now at her facial expressions. She sat down again, and Shiro patted her back.

''Lance, truth or dare?'' Allura said, in a mocking tone. ''Give me all 'ya got princess, I choose dare.'' Lance mocked back. His eyes shining with determination. ''Hmm, I dare you too... switch shirts with Keith.'' Allura said. ''That's all?'' Lance asked stunned, almost flabbergasted. ''Yup.'' She said. Almost innocent.

'Something's up.' Lance thought suspiciously to himself.

''Alright mullet-boy, strip.'' Lance said, pulling off his long sleeved white shirt, with blue sleeves. Subconsciously Lance held his Shirt in front of him. But no-one seemed to notice. Keith pulled off his shirt and handed it to lance, as they pulled the other's shirts on. The sleeves of Lance's shirt were too long, and Keith loved it. He felt like he was hidden from the world, safe and protected. Lance's scent surrounded him and he closed his eyes for a few seconds to take in the calming fragrance.

''Alright, Pidge, T or D?'' Lance said. ''Dare.'' Pidge replied. ''Oh? Well well, done with chickening out, huh?'' Lance mocked. Pidge rolled her eyes.

''I'll go easy on 'ya. I dare you to say, for the next five turns, after every sentence; 'Would you like fries with that?'.'' Lance said.

''Quiznak! Are you serious?'' Pidge whined. Lance gave her a knowing look. ''Fine. Would you like fries with that?'' She muttered and crossed her arms and legs, pouting. Lance chuckled. ''Oh, right. Keith? Truth or dare? And would you like fries with that?'' She said. ''I pick Dare,'' Keith said, shrugging.

''Alriiiighhtt, I dare you to sit in Lance's lap for the entire evening. Would you like fries with that?''

Keith could've swore he saw a small smile graze Lance's lips. But he shrugged it off, his face heating up slightly. He looked over at Lance, who had a seemingly red face as Keith. Lance crossed his legs, and held his hands out to Keith.

Keith crawled over to Lance, and gulped, trying to get rid of the lump forming in his throat. As he sat with his back against Lance's chest, in between his long smooth legs. Lance's arms, hesitantly snaked around Keith's waist.

For the next few minutes both boys were tensed. 10 turns have passed and Pidge didn't try to get revenge on Lance.

'I need to stay in his lap for the entire evening... so I might as well enjoy this. I may never have this chance again.' Keith thought as he took a deep breath and relaxed against Lance's chest. The latino noticed Keith's frame unstring, as he relaxed too, his head resting on Keith's shoulder.

''Lance, truth or dare?'' Allura asked. ''Dare.'' Lance said, not noticing it was Allura who had asked. He looked up, and swallowed, Keith had heard. That gleam in her eyes just screamed bad news, very bad news.

''I dare you to call your mother, and tell her that you have a boyfriend,'' She smirked, Lance's heart beat fastened, Keith felt it thump against his back. ''Since I know you came out as bisexual to your family.'' Allura smiled sweetly. A sickening sweet smile, that is.

Lance sighed, he had been holding his breath.

Keith shifted, as Lance stretched his legs out in front of him, Keith sat sideways on Lance's lap.

Lance dealt his mothers number in his smartphone, his hands trembling. He waited dreadful for the ring sounds to end, and end they did.

''¿Lance, mi hijo?'' Keith could hear the motherly voice, the phone on loudspeaker. ''Sí mamá.'' Lance said, relieve filling his voice, but his posture still tensed.

''¡¿Cariño, como has estado?!" The voice on the other side of the line sounded happy. ''I've been great mamá. How've you been?'' Lance replied, a small honest smile played on his lips. Keith had known him for more than a month. Seen him everyday. Talked to him everyday. But never, has Keith seen Lance smile, a smile like that.

''I've been good, good. I have so many questions! You're coming for Christmas break right? The twins are dying to see you and your nephews and nieces have been asking about you every day.'' His mother laughed, but a tinge of concern could be heard.

''Sí, sí, mamá, No te preocupe.'' Lance replied with a chuckle. Keith had never heard him speak Spanish before. His face heated up at the thought.

''We all miss you, hijo,'' She said softly, like she wanted to say more but didn't know what.

''But, why'd you call me? There's something up, else you wouldn't call.'' His mother said in a serious tone. Keith was shocked, Lance doesn't keep in touch with his parents?

''Right, I... you always complain about me not having a relationship right?...'' Lance swallowed. ''¡Oh Dios mío! Is she pretty? Smart? Tell me!'' She shouted at the other side of the line. Lance looked up at Allura, she nodded. ''Mamá, she isn't... it's, it is a 'he', mamá.'' Lance sighed.

''That's great! No worries about pregnancy! But be careful with aids-'' She rambled. ''Mamá! Oh my god, no, por favor.'' Lance chirped.

His cheeks heating up. ''Right, right. ¡Estoy tan feliz! Oh! I want to meet him, bring him with you for Christmas!'' Lance's mom was still talking loudly. Pidge tried to hold back laughter, but she was failing. Along with Allura. ''Erm, mamá, he can't make it then...'' Lance tried to find excuses.

''Nonsense, then we come to you.'' His mother tuned down.

''I'll ask him again, once I see him, okay?'' Lance said, his gaze dropping.

He doesn't like to lie to his mother. She always knows when he is lying but this is a different case of lying. ''What's his name?''

Lance's frame strained again as he looked at the rest for help, Allura just shrugged.

''It... It's a surprise mamá! It's pretty serious between us, so I want you to meet him personally.'' Lance sputtered out, but in a normal tone.

'Was he always so good with acting?' Keith thought.

''Bueno, bien. Do you think he's the one? Since you two are serious and all?'' She asked.

''I... I think so?'' Lance questioned, not being convinced by himself.

''I see. Anyway, te quiero, mi amor. Te veré pronto.''
''Sí mamá, yo también te quiero.'' Lance said.

''Lance.'' His mother said in a strict tone. ''Yeah?''

''Promise you'll bring him with you.''

''Lo prometo, mamá.'' And he hung up.

''Thanks allura, you really dragged me into some mess. I might need to start speed dating. And Christmas break is already in two weeks! Less! Oh my quiznaking god!'' Lance groaned and rubbed his head against Keith's arm.

Keith chuckled and patted Lance's head.

"You can always tell her the truth you know?'' Pidge mumbled, then perked up, ''Welp! I'm bored of this game, let's watch a movie!'' She shouted, ''What movies do you have in store for us Allura?'' Hunk asked.

''Well, if I try to keep it by all our likings how does, 'Guardians of the galaxy', sound?'' She asked, holding up the DVD cover. ''Sure.'' Every one agreed. Expect Coran, who was tired and went to bed.

Allura and shiro had left after 15 minutes. Both being tired. It was already ten, anyways.

Hunk had taken the space beside Pidge on the couch. Pidge watching Keith and Lance like a hawk.

Soon when the movie was almost 30 minutes in, they lost hunk, who stole three blankets and two pillows. Pidge stole one of the two remaining ones.

Keith sat between Lance's open spread legs, Lance's back against the couch, still both sitting on the ground. Keith started to get sleepy too, despite being in an uncomfortable position. Lance noticed when Keith shifted slightly. Swaying from the left to the right.

''You tired?'' Lance whispered softly, his breath fanning the back of Keith's neck. Quietly, not to disturb Pidge, who was trying to immerse into the movie. Her eyes teary as the tree man, Groot, formed a shield over everyone to protect them from the blast. The racoon, Rocket trying to talk him out of it.

Lance untangled his arms from Keith's waist, as he heard a small whine. Keith tensed again. ''I think the soda was spiked,'' He defended. But his eyelids began to droop again. ''Sure thing, pretty boy.'' Lance chuckled, he mentioned for Keith to turn around.

Keith sat on his knees in front of Lance, said boy shifted forward slightly, crossing his legs. That was Keith's cue as he crawled forward, and sat on Lance's lap facing each other. His legs wrapped around Lance's waist and his hands awkwardly rested on Lance's shoulders. Lance smiled warmly. ''It's okay,'' He had whispered and gently cupped the back of Keith's neck, pulling him towards his shoulder. Keith's arms slipped between them, grabbing onto the fabric of his own shirt that lance was still wearing.

Keith nuzzled himself into Lance's neck, the soft skin comforting at touch. His scent overtook Keith's nostrils as he drifted off to sleep.

The movie had ended, and Lance was quite tired. He was proud though, since he was the last one awake. Pidge had fallen asleep when the credits came on. He turned off the television with the near by remote that had fallen off the couch when Pidge decided to lay down.

Lance was about to wake Keith up, but the soft breaths hitting the skin on is neck told him not to. He took in the rhythm they held. It was slightly off from the rhythm it had before but Lance thought nothing of it. he pushed Keith back a little, so he could see inspect his pretty face. It was way too adorable.

Lance felt his face tint fifty shades of red as he smiled. Taking in Keith's scent, cinnamon and the smell of burned wood. Lance decided he didn't want to wake up Keith, as he carefully took Keith's arms and laid them on his shoulders. Keith automatically, almost like instinct, wrapped them around Lance's neck, snuggling closer. Lance grinned, gently caressing Keith's thighs. Little did Lance know, that Keith had woken up when Lance had turned off the TV.

Lance slipped his hands under Keith's thighs and smoothly stood up, Carrying Keith like a toddler.

He walked over to the air mattress that Allura had laid out earlier, with one blanket remaining, and one pillow.
'This might be my only chance.' Lance thought.

He carefully laid Keith down on the mattress, Keith's face scrunching cutely.

Lance turned off the light switch and walked over to the mattress. Laying down, Keith immediately tackled Lance in a dead grip, using him as a body pillow. His head on Lance's chest, and arms around his waist.

''You're awake, I know it by your breaths.'' Lance said, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Keith's upper body. Their legs knotting and tangling together under the bed sheet. ''Mhmm, I've been the whole time.'' Keith murmured and let out a small yawn.

'This boy is going to be the end of me.' Lance thought as he pulled Keith closer than he already was. If that was humanly possible. ''Buenas noches, mi cariño.'' Lance mumbled. ''Goodnight, Lancelot...'' Keith trailed off, cuddling closer into Lance's chest.

~~~***~~~

There'll be a lot of spelling errors, and a horrible attempt at Spanish.