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Idk if I've mentioned this before but I have pretty bad claustrophobia, I even cried on a field trip in 7th grade because theres was a lot of people in a small amount of space, so all of Keith's reactions are based off of my own.

If you think Keith tops then I'm sorry to disappoint but I have valid reasons for Lance topping so that's how this is gonna go. <3

For some reason some of the text keeps glitching out so if you think pieces of the story are missing comment or message me (I'll reply to messages first)

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//Keith's POV - First Person / Second Person //

Did he just say what I think he did?

"What did you say?" was all I could mutter. I mean, Lance liking me? Come on, that's completely ridiculous.

"Huh?" his eyebrows perked up. "I didn't say anything?"

For some reason I felt like I'd just been crushed. Like a weight was dropped onto my soul.

"R-Really? I could've sworn I heard you say... something."

Was I really making this up?

"What did you think I said?"

"Nothing, never mind."

I guess it really was my imagination. What was I expecting? What did I want him to say? Why do I feel so disappointed? I what now? My head is all messed up again. Look, I don't like him, okay?

// Lance's POV - First Person / Second Person //

Oh thank the stars. He didn't hear me. Or at least not very clearly. What would've happened if he knew I loved him. I'd probably break the fragile bond we already have.

A relationship is like a kite. It won't fly high if you hold it too tightly. Loosen your grip too much and it falls. And when you suddenly pull strongly on a kite flying high in the sky, the string will snap and it will never come back. Keith is my kite. I can't let him snap. I can't confess.

// Keith's POV - First Person / Second Person //

I couldn't just be imagining this, right? I mean he clearly just confessed. 'I think I love you' or something like that.

I glanced over at him. He's running his fingers through his hair, it looks so soft and bouncy. Oh quiznack, he caught me looking at him. He flashed me the brightest smile and I felt a surge of uncontrollable emotions.

// Lance's POV - First Person / Second Person //

Pressure. On my lips.

"K-Keith?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Did that just happen?"

"No," he said defiantly.

His lips. That actually happened. His lips were warm and soft, though the surface was just slightly chapped. The back and side of my neck burned, where he touched me. Where he pulled me to him. The burn was swallowing me whole and I wanted to let it consume me. Keith. I want Keith to consume me. Uh, actually I'd top Keith, but you know what I mean.  My eyes went wide.

Keith was completely flushed. I couldn't help but snicker a little, though I was still confused.

"Just because you deny something doesn't mean it didn't happen." My lips were still warm and tingly. And my cheek, where he held my face pleasantly burned, too. It was like any place he touched had a lingering flame that traveled across my skin.

"According to you it does."

"What are you talking about?"

"You said you, you know, like, loved me or something." His voice got so quiet at the end that I could barely hear the words, but I knew what he was talking about now.

"Look, I didn't mean it, I just said it in the moment."

"So you didn't mean it?"

"Of course not!" I lied, and I hated lying, especially to Keith. "Why would you think I loved you?"

He opened his mouth to speak then shut it immediately after and tried to collect his thoughts to no avail.

"See?" I said. "It's completely ridiculous."

"Yeah, you're right or whatever."

"So why did you kiss me?"

"Would you shut up now?"

"No way! That was my first kiss in space I wanna talk about it!"

"One, you're a dork. Two, forget it happened, it didn't mean anything I just did it 'in the moment' as you put it."

"Keith, come onnnnn, stop being such a drag."

"Stop being so embarrassing!" his face was painted a rich carmine as he turn his head away, his thick bangs bouncing as he did so.

"Fine, we can drop it."

A long, awkward pause hung in the air.

"Hey Keith, come here," I gestured to my lap, or in between my legs, but not like in a weird way.

He scoot over so his back was on my chest and my legs were on the outside edge of his. I ran my hands through his mullet. Oh quiznack, it was so soft I think it was made of angel feathers or something.

"What are you doing?" he looked up at me, annoying.

"You're so short," I said in-between snickers. "But hold still, you'll see."

I parted his hair into a few sections and began crossing them over each other. I didn't have a rubber band so I used a lock of his hair and wrapped it around to keep it in place.

"Tah-dahhh! It's done, look in the reflection of my helmet or something."

There was a pretty, French braid down the middle of his hair and because of this, his hair was our of his face and it looked a little longer than usual.

"L-Lance! This looks dumb!" he was most definitely blushing.

"Oh come on, it's so cute."

He reached for the back of his head to undo it.

"Wait no! Pleaseeeee, it's so cute."

"I'm not cute though, nor do I have any interest in being cute either."

Too bad, baby. You're just about as cute as they come.

"Please, just until the team gets to us again?"

"Fine, whatever, you better not tease me for it, though."

"Oh look, you actually have a forehead!"

"I just told you not to tease me!"

"I didn't make any promises!"

"So what now?"

"Wait, Keith! Do you have your phone from Earth?"

"What? I think I have it on me, but there's no service out here in space, why do you need it?"

"Photo gallery. Social media accounts. Music. Dude, let's trade phones and, like, find out more about each other!"

"Umm, let me delete some stuff first."

I'd already planned for this so I may have already deleted all my pictures of him from back at the Garrison and all my extremely embarrassing texts to Hunk about how much I liked Keith so I had nothing to worry about.

"No way! Give it here."

I crammed him against the side of one of the walls and started wrestling him for it.

//Keith's POV - First Person / Second Person //

What is he doing? He can not have my phone. He also can not be this close to me.

His chest was pushed against mine and his hand pinned one of my wrists to the wall. I let out an embarrassing sound when he pushed himself against me.

"Keith!" he said through heavy laughter. "What was that?!"

"Nothing!" I felt my face getting hot. I really wanted to hide my face in my bangs but someone decided putting my hair like a schoolgirl's was a brilliant idea and now, all my front hair was wound in a French braid.

"Did you just... moan?"

"No!"

"You totally did!"

"I'm a hormonal, teenage boy, leave me alone."

"Whatever, just give me your phone."

"No way! I can't do that!"

My whole Tumblr is anonymous comments on the Garrison chat thread about how cool Lance is and how much I admire him. I mean, I don't like him or anything, but I kinda admire him and I don't want him to know that. Also I have like one or two... dozen, photos of Lance, but it's just to make fun of him, I swear. But I really can't let him see those. Also I may have an anonymous thirst account where I solely post pictures of myself with my face cropped out and my body looking great. But it's too embarrassing to let him see.

Oh quiznack, he knocked my phone out of my hand.

"Keith, what's the password? Wait nevermind there isn't one."

I lived in the middle of the desert, alone, I never needed a password. I regret that now.

"Give it back!" Oh quiznack, quiznack, quiznack.

"Here, take my phone and shut up. Password is 52623." (a/n this is l-a-n-c-e on an apple number pad <3)

// Lance's POV - First Person / Second Person //

I can't believe I have his phone. And that he didn't have a password on it.

I opened Instagram.

Woahhhhh, his first DM is a picture he received of a cutie with some nice abs and a considerable um, package.

"Who's this hottie with a body?" I tilted the phone so he could see the screen.

"Lance! That's me!" His face was burning up.

"Really?! But it says you received the image...?"

"Lance, check the username. I sent myself the photo when I got my new, anon account, the person who sent it is my personal account."

"Oh... I mean congrats though, it's a nice picture. Wait, if this isn't your personal account, what account is this?"

"Nothing! Don't worry about it!"

I checked the home profile page.

Eye-candy everywhere. There were dozens of shirtless and risqué pictures of Keith. His hair was in a bun or ponytail in some of them, too. I had no idea he was this hot. I'm kind of dying right now.

"Lance! Get off the page, it's embarrassing!"

"Dude, no homo, but it's really hot."

"Can you please embarrass me about something else now?"

"You asked for it. Hmm... photo gallery!"

"Wait! Lance! My nudes might be in there, please, no!"

"Fine, you have one dobash to delete all of your nudes," I kept a tight grip on his phone so he wouldn't take it back, but I tilted the screen towards him and let him delete whatever he absolutely needed to delete. Because my hand was on the phone but he needed to keep it steady, he wrapped his hand around mine a little. I had a miniature heart attack but I don't even think it blipped his radar.

"Time's up, mullet."

"Please, one more dobash."

"Nope."

Woah. He has way more selfies than I'd ever imagine him having. I always thought he'd be the type to never take selfies. I guess when you're that pretty, and you're bored in the middle of a shack in the desert you gotta pass time somehow. I scrolled through his photos looking for something that would pique my interest. I stopped when I saw this gorgeous boy with blue eyes who kind of took my breath away.

"Why do you have a picture of me?"

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This is so self-indulgent. Mostly fluff but prep for Langst next chapter. Sorry this chapter is so messy I'm writing it on an hour of sleep at 6 am. You know what I'm going to say... comment <3

I'll have more substance and good writing next week