Klance
College au

Lance lounged back on the couch, legs over Hunk's lap and Pidge sitting on his stomach. His head rested on Keith's lap and he waved at Shiro. "'Sup!?" He greeted cheerfully.

Shiro sighed and shook his head as he placed a literature book on the table. "I'm graduated. Why do I still hang out with you four?"

"Well, you're dating me," Pidge muttered, peeking over her glasses. "So I know why I'm here."

The oldest laughed softly and pecked her forehead. "Yes, I know. But what are they doing here?"

Pidge shrugged. "Beats me. Lance said something about game night."

Lance nodded, then elbowed Keith's leg as Keith pushed his head. "Yeah! Remember what Allura says about always bonding? I figured that we should have game nights! At least once a month. 'Cause, you know, we're all a team!"

"But at my house?"

"You're the only one with a house. We all have dorms." Lance muttered with a pout.

Shiro shook his head and breathed deeply. "Right. Okay. Only once a month?" Lance nodded eagerly. "Fine."

Lance cheered and leapt up, accidentally launching Pidge off and onto the floor.

~

"Right foot blue." Hunk muttered, then snickered as Keith, Pidge, Lance and Shiro all worked around each other.

"I don't think twister was meant to have four adults on the pad." Shiro grumbled, dropping his head as he swung his leg over Lance's to touch the nearest blue spot.

Pidge laughed, under all of them. "Just don't crush me. I'm just a tiny bird."

"Smart tiny bird." Shiro corrected and kissed her shoulder. Pidge flashed a grin at him.

Keith groaned. "I swear, if Lance gets any closer to me-"

"Left hand, yellow."

"Damnit!"

Keith stretched his hand back to the yellow dot and huffed as Lance's chest pressed against his abdomen to touch the yellow. "Got it!" Lance shouted and grinned.

The slightly older man huffed, his cheeks heating up as Lance wiggled his brows up at him. "Fuck off."

"Make me, mullet." Lance childishly stuck out his tongue.

Pidge suddenly yelped.

Lance and Keith both turned their heads. Pidge rubbed the back of her head as she wiggled away. "I can't believe I fucking fell."

"You lasted five minutes longer than I would have." Hunk smiled as the youngest member of their group sat beside him.

She shot him a glare. "We've only been playing for five minutes." Hunk shrugged and patted her shoulder. He then let her flick the arrows. "Left foot red."

"I got this!" Lance swung his leg and touched the red dot with the tip of his toe. "Haha!"

"Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores
Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores
Zumbale mambo pa'-"

"Oh! I give!" Lance squirmed out of their tangle. "Mamá's calling. She'll beat me with her chancla if I don't answer." He snickered as he pulled out his phone. "Holá mamá!" He trotted towards the dining room where the snacks sat, then paused. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mamá, breathe! Calm down! What's happened to papá?"

Keith and Shiro looked up. Hunk watched as the arrow slowed and Pidge looked up from her laptop.

"No, mamá, I can't understand you when- mamá, no, I just talked to him..." Lance grabbed the edge of the table. "Sí, mamá, just this afternoon... Mamá, mamá, breathe, breathe..."

Keith pushed himself up to his feet, then helped Shiro up. "Lance?"

Lance's knuckles paled as his grip on the table tightened and his breath caught in his throat. "No. No, mamá, I just- I was just... He was fine..." His voice cracked.

"Lance?" Keith hesitantly approached the slightly younger man. "Lance, what is it?"

"Mamá, I-..." Lance broke off, head low and tears in his eyes. "I'll come down, Mamá... No, don't... I can pay myself, okay? Don't worry, mamá... Sí, mamá... Te amo mucho, mamá." Lance then lowered his phone. Keith gulped and reached out to him. Lance's shoulders trembled and his jaw clenched. A broken sob burst from him, startling Keith.

Lance rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm, more sobs breaking their way out.

"Lance?" Keith lowered his head, his fingers brushing over Lance's bicep. Lance stood still for a moment, then tilted his head to the side to look up at Keith. Keith's breath caught and he nearly flinched back. "Lance..."

He quickly turned away to hide his face. "I-I should go-"

"Not like this!" Keith yelped and tossed his arms around the taller man. Lance froze, then hunched over and clung to Keith. His fingers curled into the fabric of Keith's favorite, smokey black shirt and cried onto his shoulder. Keith thread his fingers through Lance's hair and held him close. "We're here for you, Lance... It'll be okay..."

~

Lance sluggishly packed a suitcase. Keith stood back, watching him. "Lance?" The younger didn't respond. Keith bit his lip.

Keith approached Lance and placed his hand on Lance's forearm. Lance paused. Keith pulled Lance gently towards him and embraced him. Lance took a moment to return the embrace. "I'm coming with you. Don't bother trying to change my mind, I already got my ticket." Lance nodded, burying his face in Keith's shoulder. "Will you tell me about your mother? Or your siblings? I don't know much about them."

"Yeah..." Lance breathed, then sucked in a shaky breath. "Mom is scary." Keith smiled. "She's super sweet and kind, but all of us are scared of her. She takes all of our friends in and treats them like family, despite our family being so big already." Keith hummed as they sat on the edge of Lance's bed. "I have six siblings. Two older, four younger. Neither of my older siblings went to college, but both have decent jobs and the older one, Danny, got married off to a pretty girl last year named Karen. She's cool. She's really sweet, but can be pretty scary. Especially now that she's four months pregnant." He smiled sadly. "Then there's Annie, my other older sibling. She's got a good job and she's more like dad. She's calm and quiet and will let you go on and on. She won't criticize you or anything. Then me, then Mateo and Lizzy, the twins. Then Elías, then Rosie. Mateo is like me and Lizzy is like mamá. Elías is really quiet and loves to sleep. Rosie is turning four-years-old in two months."

Keith hummed, rubbing Lance's back. "They all sound great. I can't wait to meet them."

"Yeah." Lance nodded, leaning on Keith. He didn't say anything else.

~

Lance stared out the plane window, ear buds on near full-blast with a cup of orange juice in his hands. Keith held up a pack of gum and Lance took a piece.

The older sighed and took Lance's hand. Lance gave a weak squeeze, but didn't look away from the clouds nor the fields below.

~

That must be Danny and Karen. Danny looked like Lance, but more masculine and with darker hair and brown eyes. The short woman beside him had red hair pulled up into a messy bun, her makeup smeared just slightly under her hazel eyes. Her belly bump was pretty visable.

Karen rushed forward and embraced Lance. "Oh, sweetheart!" She gasped, squeezing him. Lance didn't hesitate in returning her embrace. He had to hunch over while she still stood on her toes. "I'm so, so sorry, sweetie." She whispered, petting his hair. Danny approached much slower than his wife had.

Once Karen released Lance, Danny took his younger brother in his arms.

Keith felt like he didn't belong. This should just be family.

"Oh!" Karen exclaimed, spotting Keith. She wobbled over and took his hand. "You must be Lance's friend, Keith!" She smiled as best as she could. Karen was actually really pretty up close. Messy red hair, cute little freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, fair skin, small, hazel eyes. "Thank you so much for being here with Lance. He may not act like it, but he's comforted by you. You're helping him so much just by being here, Keith. I'm so glad I get to finally meet you."

Keith tried to offer and comforting smile. "I can't be doing that much to help, but I... I knew he needed someone with him even when he wants to be alone."

Karen nodded and patted his hand. "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you two home." She whispered and reached out for her husband.

~

"Lan-Lan!" A small voice giddily cried as the front door opened. A little girl in a pink dress dashed up with her arms up. "Big brother Lan-Lan!" She cried. This must be Rosie. She wore a frilly pink dress, black dress shoes with white socks, dark coffee colored hair pulled up in a ponytail with neatly trimmed bangs covering her forehead and dark blue eyes. Lance smiled and picked her up. Rosie squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "I missed you so, so much!" She claimed and planted a kiss on both his cheeks, then his nose.

Lance chuckled and returned the gesture. "I missed you, too, Rose." He whispered. Lance carried her inside with one arm, his other hanging onto his suitcase. Keith folded with Danny and Karen behind him.

Two young teens sat on the couch with a small boy laying face-down on the floor. Lance went to the boy on the floor and nudged him. "Come on, Elías. Time to wake up."

Elías groaned. Rosie wiggled, so Lance put her down. Keith's eyes widened as she jumped right on the boy's back. "Wake up, Elí!" She screamed. Keith thinks he was the only one startled by this. Elías whined and swatted at Rosie. She trotted away and Elías sat up.

"I'm up, I'm up..." He rubbed his eyes and yawned, then looked up. He gasped and leapt to his feet. "Lance!" He shouted and threw his arms around the taller man. "Lance! I thought you'd be in tomorrow?"

Lance rubbed Elías' back. "Nope. Came in today. How long have you been sleeping there?"

One of the twins looked up. "Three hours." She answered. Lizzy. So the boy next to her is Mateo, Keith concluded. He returned his gaze to Lance. "Who's this?" Lizzy then asked, gesturing to Keith.

Lance looked over at Keith. "My friend. He came down to meet you guys."

Mateo then leaned back with a sly smirk. "You mean your boy-friend, then."

Lance sighed softly, then smiled just slightly. "Not today, Mateo." Mateo's smirk faltered and he sunk into the worn couch.

Karen made her way around the kitchen. "Mamá is sleeping right now, Lance, so why don't you go upstairs to your room and make our guest a place to sleep?"

"Okay." Lance nodded and took Keith's suitcase from him.

"Ah- wait! I can take that on my own!" Keith gasped and rushed to walk beside Lance.

The Cuban shrugged and dragged both suitcases upstairs. "I got it, Keith. You're our guest. Come on, my room is at the end of the hallway."

Keith gulped and nodded.

~

Keith ended up not sleeping on the mattress on the floor. He woke up in Lance's bed, Lance's arms wrapped tightly around his waist and Lance's chest pressed against his back. Their legs tangled the sheets and at some point, Rosie had snuck in and crawled in the bed with them, laying over the both of their legs.

The shorter man didn't bother to try to move. He just stayed in Lance's arms, toying with Lance's hands. Lance hummed and shifted, burying his nose deeper into Keith's hair. Keith shuddered and sighed, Lance's lips brushing over the back of his neck.

Lance muttered in his sleep, occationally squeezing Keith.

Keith thread their fingers together over his abdomen and sighed again. Keith closed his eyes.

~

Lance's head hung low as he listened. Keith kept his eyes on Lance as the younger began to tremble.

Keith reached over and took Lance's hand. Lance squeezed, then stood up. Keith stood and stumbled after Lance. Once they were outside, Keith planted his feet on the ground and jerked the both of them to a stop. "Lance, what is it? What's going on?"

"I can't do it." Lance shook, voice breaking. "I can't, Keith... Last time I saw him, I told him I hate him."

Keith bit his lip and stepped in front of Lance. "But did you talk to him over the phone the other day?" Keith whispered. Lance didn't answer. "What was the last thing you said to him?"

Lance gulped, tears streaking his cheeks. "That... I couldn't wait... To visit, and... I love him..."

The older tried a smile and placed his free hand on Lance's cheek. "He died knowing you love him and want to see him again. He can rest easy, Lance. You can rest easy. Your father loves you. Your whole family loves you."

Lance nodded. "Yeah..." He leaned forward. They wrapped their arms around each other and just stood there as the sun began to set.

~

Lance slowly undid his tie as Keith unbuttoned his own shirt. Keith bit his lip. "Lance." He breathed out.

The younger paused, then turned to look at Keith. His eyes widened slightly as Keith slowly shrugged off his shirt. Lance gulped.

"Come here." Keith murmured. Lance did as told with little hesitancy. Keith reached up and cupped Lance's jaw. He pulled the taller down and pressed their lips together. Lance didn't bother himself in shaving the past few days, so his scruff scratched at Keith's smoother skin.

Keith urged Lance onto the bed with him, curling his fingers into the thin fabric of Lance's dress shirt.

Their deep kiss was rough and inexperienced, but Keith pressed for more. Keith unbuttoned Lance's shirt, fumbling over the buttons. Keith gasped softly as Lance pulled away to kiss down his neck. The older bit his lip and moaned weakly. Lance grinded against Keith, drawing gasps and moans from the smaller man.

Keith tugged Lance's shirt off as Lance undid their belts. They both kicked their pants off and got rid of their socks. Keith whimpered as Lance palmed his growing erection. Keith squirmed and panted, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark star littered ceiling.

Keith gasped as his boxers were yanked off. Lance reached over into his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. Keith closed his eyes, hands just above his head on the pillow.

He's lied to the others.

Well, not really lied, but never told the truth.

He's kind of a virgin, but everyone else thinks he's slept around with how often he goes for a drive on his motorcycle. He never really found anyone he wants to be with like that...

Until Lance.

This wasn't how he wanted it to be. He honestly wanted some romancing from Lance; Lance smiling and whispering and touching.

But Lance needed relief. He needed to let out all of his anger, his stress, his pain. Keith didn't know how to do that other than through giving himself wholly to Lance. Lance didn't have to have feelings for Keith for this. He needed a vent. Keith was alright with this, so long as Lance will be okay.

In a way, Keith felt selfish since Lance as also never had sex, but Lance already had that haze in his eyes.

Keith's jaw fell and his body jolted. He tilted his head back, gripped the sheets and arched his back. Two fingers stretched inside of him. Keith gasped, tears pricking in his eyes.

Lance pressed soft, open mouthed kisses over Keith's chest as he worked his fingers. Keith gasped and squirmed, moaning Lance's name. The younger hummed and curled three fingers inside Keith.

A short cry lurched from Keith's throat, his toes curling.

"Ready?" Lance whispered, looking up at Keith. Keith bit his lip. He slowly nodded. Lance raised himself and smothered his cock in lube. Keith's breath hitched and he turned away. This was probably going to hurt, even with the lube.

Keith sunk his teeth into his lip and whimpered as Lance started. Keith gripped Lance's shoulders, nails digging into his darker skin. Lance wasn't even all the way in and Keith wanted to scream. Keith cried, throwing his head back. Lance nuzzled his nose in the crook of Keith's neck.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Lance murmured, pushing Keith's legs up a little more. Keith tugged on Lance's hair, breathing hard.

Lance rocked his hips, starting slow and working up to faster and harder.

"Lance!" Keith cried, tears slipping from his eyes. His eyes stayed focused on the ceiling stars. "Lance!"

The younger man huffed and thrust harder, gripping Keith's hips tightly. The older arched into Lance moaning and gasping and near screaming. His gut tightened and his nails dug deeper into Lance's skin.

The bed rocked and hit the wall with each thrust and Keith was glad everyone was out.

"Lance!" Keith choked out, the tightness unraveling as hot, sticky fluid hit their abdomens. Lance's thrusts grew sharper and more determind until Keith cried and shuddered heavily at the feeling of Lance's hot cum filling him.

It was oddly satisfying.

Lance panted, supporting himself on his forearms. His forehead rested on Keith's shoulder. His brows furrowed deeply. "Sorry..."

"About... About what?" Keith whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

"Hurting you." Lance weaved his fingers through Keith's lengthy hair. "I hurt you..."

Keith shook his head. "It's okay... Just get some rest, Lance. You need some rest." Lance nodded, but didn't move otherwise. "Lance?"

"Just... Let me stay like this a moment."

The older slowly nodded, petting Lance's damp hair at the nape of his neck. Lance steadily went lax and rolled onto the other side of the bed. Keith hummed as Lance pulled the blankets up over the both of them and smiled as Lance gathered him in his arms.

Lance buried his face in Keith's hair and breathed deeply. They were silent a while longer until Lance spoke. "Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why would you let me do this?"

Keith sighed softly, closing his eyes and resting his head on Lance's bicep. "I just... You needed relief. You're in pain, you're angry, you're stressed... I wanted to help."

"But you were a virgin. There's no way you were with those reactions."

"So were you." Keith countered. Then he figured that wasn't a good argument. "But I guess..."

Lance sighed softly. "Keith, I-... I'm sorry for always fighting and saying that I hate you and... Everything. I don't really hate you, I just... Hate that I fell in love with you. I always thought you'd hate me and..."

Lance trailed. Keith nestled closer. "I'm in love with you, Lance."

A small smile grew on Lance's lips and he squeezed Keith. "I'm in love with you, too... It sucks that I'm saying this because my dad died."

"Well, not because. His death led up to this."

"Yeah... Let's get some sleep."

"Okay."

~

"Keet? Keet?"

Keith groaned and rolled over, eyes fluttering open. It was still dark. He blinked and saw Rosie standing by the bed, holding her stuffed lion and pink blanket. "Rosie? What is it?"

Rosie looked up at him with big blue eyes. "I had a bed dream..."

Keith sighed and smiled. "Come on. Get up here." Rosie's eyes widened happily as she jumped and tried heaving herself up onto the bed. Keith ended up helping her up and laid her down over the blankets. He tucked her favorite blanket around her. "What was your nightmare about?"

The three-year-old hummed. "I never saw Lan-Lan again." She whispered. "He left and never came back."

"That is pretty scary." Keith smiled and,pet her hair out of her face. "Just know that Lan-Lan loves you very much, Rosie." She grinned and nodded.

Arms snaked their way around Keith's middle and lips pressed to the nape of his neck. "Lan-Lan does love you, Rosie. He loves Keith, too."

Rosie's eyes sparkled as her brother took one of her hands. "Does Keet love Lan-Lan?"

"Of course." Keith laughed softly. "I love Lan-Lan."

~

Keith didn't really want to leave, though he had to. Lance had to leave as well, and it was probably more difficult for him to leave than it was for Keith.

They held hands on the plane and through the airport. They didn't let go, even as their names were called.

Allura raised a brow and gestured to their linked hands as they approached. "This is new."

Lance shrugged and chuckled. "You'll have to get used to it." He mused and pressed his lips to Keith's temple. Keith rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

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3456 words :)

Sorry for mistakes. I never feel like going back and editing.