A/N + TW:
Though I have studied surgeries such as bottom surgery (a transition usually taken by many trans* folk), this story will not be as too medically accurate. I am writing this to clear my head, so I won't be editing it and I will not be making this a completely accurate chapter, nor explaining Keith's current attitude about the surgery. It's just some fluff.
Possible triggers include language, surgery, and possibly more.

Ship: Klance
Ages: Keith - 21, Lance - 23
Type: Fluff

Keith groaned, "Lance, come on, it hurts..." he complained, standing and leaning against the car, a hand clasped around his lower abdomen.

Lance sighed, having the car hood popped up and a little smoke coming from the engine, "Sorry, Keith, it's overheating, we need to give it some time to cool."

"But we're out in the middle of nowhere and I'm uncomfortable!" Keith whined, putting his forearm against the window to keep himself standing.

Lance walked around to Keith, putting a hand on his lower back, "Get inside and rest. You're not healed yet, it's only been a couple days."

Keith groaned, leaning his head against Lance's shoulder, "I don't need rest, I need you. And not sexually, stop smirking!"

Lance snorted, pulling Keith in for a hug. Keith groaned again, "Lay in the backseats with me?"

Lance nodded, "Sure, for a few minutes. It's almost black out anyways." He dropped the hood and stepped in the car, reaching hands out to help Keith.

Keith sighed heavily, dropping into Lance's lap with a yelp, as Lance's leg slid inbetween his and hit his 'wound'.

"Ooh, hey, sorry," Lance said, laying Keith down across the two seats.

"Ow..." he bit his tongue, "I think I just messed something up."

Lance frowned deeper, "You sure? They gave you the all clear to move sound a little."

"A little!" Keith yelled, "And that wasn't a little!"

Lance sighed, "Okay, we can take you to the doc-"

"No! I don't want to go to the doctor, it just hurts," he complains. He sighed, looking away, "Sometimes I feel like a made a mistake."

"But you'll feel much better about it soon," Lance assured, smiling.

Keith nodded, "I know. Thanks for being here, Lance."

Lance leaned down and kissed Lance's hand, "Always. I don't think there's much room to cuddle~"

Keith chuckled, still holding his abdomen, not wanting to touch the origin of the pain, "No, probably not. Help me sit up, I'll turn and lean on you."

Lance smiled, doing as asked. He held Keith by the arms, and let Keith slowly turn himself around, wincing and groaning all the while. Once he finished he sighed and laid his head in Lance's lap.

"How long do we have to wait?" he asked.

Lance shrugged, "I'd give it about twenty minutes, just to be extra safe."

Keith rolled his eyes, not being the 'safe' type. Lance started playing with strands of Keith's hair.

"You're perfect, you know~" he said.

Keith smiled, "Because of my surgery?"

Lance shook his head, making Keith frown, "Because of your heart."

Keith blushed and looked away, "You are too, Lance~" He looked back at him, "I love you~"

Lance kissed, caressing Keith's jaw, "Perfect~"