[ where keith finds his comfort in not thinking, lance finds himself ping-ponging between the two. one second caught up in the press of lips and their journey towards synchronized breathing, the next hearing sirens blare between his ears because, um, hi, hello, are you aware you are kissing your teammate? locking lips with the so-called enemy, because they're rivals, except they were never really rivals were they, or maybe they were, and now they're not, they're friends, but also now they're kissing friends which means wait are they more than friends or does there have to be some kind of spoken agreement about it first?
again, speaking would probably help them both out here, or at the very least lance, who's gradually making himself dizzy running circles around in his mind. is this okay? how could it not be okay? am i doing this right? does he like it? do i like it? how could i not like it? are we going steady now? do people even still go steady? oh my god what am i gonna tell my mom—
the tug along his neck works both as a mental tug back to reality and enough of a force to draw him closer. his knees bump awkwardly against keith's, but all it takes is a slight shift and, okay, cool, legs entwined, hips aligned. both hands now buried in damp, dark hair, and, hey, what if he tugs too? ]
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again, speaking would probably help them both out here, or at the very least lance, who's gradually making himself dizzy running circles around in his mind. is this okay? how could it not be okay? am i doing this right? does he like it? do i like it? how could i not like it? are we going steady now? do people even still go steady? oh my god what am i gonna tell my mom—
the tug along his neck works both as a mental tug back to reality and enough of a force to draw him closer. his knees bump awkwardly against keith's, but all it takes is a slight shift and, okay, cool, legs entwined, hips aligned. both hands now buried in damp, dark hair, and, hey, what if he tugs too? ]