Keith didn't woke in a pool of sweat and filth like he espied, head ponding like a drum, but that was it. As his sore muscles in his arms pushed him up, Keith let a low grown leave his throat. His eyes blinked open, prepared to meet a harsh-full glare of the sun, but it never came. The dark blue drapes, were pulled back, blocking any, and all light from coming through.

His muscles hurt when he pushes himself off the bed. Walking over to the door, Keith feels himself not hurting as much as he thought it would, and his boxers and jeans are on. How? He doesn't remember slipping them on after sex, just passing out right after.

Walking down the stairs, all party supplies and decor was gone and the house clean. It was trashed last night. Did Lance clean it? Must have.

A soft hum fills the room as he reaches the bottom, it is Lance, with a soft, gentle smell of pancakes. Wanting to be silent, Keith just stares at the sight before him. Lance truly is beautiful. The gold light of the sun hit his bronze skin perfectly, and his blue eyes look like gemstones.

"Up already?" Lance hums, turning a heal with a smirk.

Keith is speechless, his mouth open and dry. Lance's slim waist, tight muscles— he didn't get a good look last night, but now— wow. "I— I didn't know you could cook?" He whispers, not being able to think of anything else to say.

A soft, narcissistic hum leaves Lance's throat as he turns a heel back to the stove. "I'm once of the oldest that live here, and knowing Hunk dose have its perks," he chirps. "Now, what do you want on your pancakes?" He asks softly, handing a plate of a few golden, fluffy pastries he called pancakes.

The soft smell fills Keith's nose, his eyes flutter close as he breaths the scent in. Exhaling, Keith's eyes open," I don't have them very often— what do you normally put on yours?" Keith asks sheepishly.

"Really?" Lance chirps. "I recommend strawberries and blueberries with butter," he says while he sprinkles some barriers onto his food.

"You better right about this," Keith lightly teases, cheeks gently powdered with pink.

Lance scoffs, wrapping an arm around Keith's waist." Trust me. I am."

*

"So, you cleaned the place yourself?" Keith asks over the tv. His knees tucked into his chest, toes curled into the couch, looking over at Lance.

"That's right," he taunts. "I woke up super early, and bleached this place good as new," he boasts. Suddenly, the phone rings from down the hallway. "Oh, I got it," Lance says, standing to his feet. Keith's face goes deeper into red, a goofy smile on his face. Everything is great, he's on his way to becoming a cop, and he has Lance. He wants to talk more with Lance about their relationship, but he can wait. He can hear Lance mutter down the hall, and that's when the smile on his face feel.

Is he ok? Keith though to himself. Carefully, he moves to the wall. Not daring to look, but willing to listen.

"I know, but I couldn't help it," Lance whines into the phone. "This afternoon? Are— are you sure?" He asks anxiously into it. "Look, I'll be there. I swear," he says. "No," Lance mutters," he doesn't know," he says. Keith's ears perk up at his tone.

Who doesn't know? Is he talking about me? Keith nervelessly thinks as he slowly moves back to the couch.

"Sorry that took so long," he chuckles, scratching the back of his head with a goofy smile.

Nervously, Keith shrugs. "I need to head home soon. Shiro will be worried," he stutters, feeling something throb in his throat.

"Oh really?" Lance questions softly," well, do you want a ride home— I know you came with Pidge and Hunk," he scratches the back of his head.

"Um yeah, sure," Keith says.

"Great. I'm going to be busy latter tonight, so shall we leave?" He puts an arm around Keith's shoulder as he speaks. Keith nods.

*

Finally, they made it to Keith's place,"your a terrible driver!" Keith yells, clutching his heart and breathing heavy. "You nearly got use killed seven times in ten fucking minutes," he yells.

"But we didn't die, so that's good," Lance says.

"How!? How the hell did you get your drivers license?!" He yells over the top.

"I'm a god!" Lance yells, fist in the air.

Keith smiles," dose that mean I'm dating a god?" He says blushing.

Lance froze, arms fall to his side with a blank expression and red ears. "Do— do you want to date me?" He asks, face brightening. More.

Both there hearts throbbing hard against his chest. "I do. I really do," he whispers. Suddenly, Lance grabs Keith's shoulders, lips locking with his own.

Breaking the kiss, Lance smiles,"well I never thought I'd date a guy with a mullet," he chuckles. "Well, I guess I'll see you later?" He says.

"Yeah. You will," Keith says smiling. "Just one more before leave?" He nervously asks as he steps closer. Chest to chest with the other teen.

Lance's hands hold Keith's cheeks, kissing him gently," whenever you want," he whispers in and out of the gently kiss, eyes fluttering open and close. With a peck, Lance say Shiro at the door, smiling. "I should probably get going," he says, pulling away with one last final kiss.

"Bye," Keith says, waving and feeling bubbly.

"Bye," he says, driving off.

A hand is pleased on his shoulder," well you to were just the cutest," he teases. "Did you have fun last night?" He smirks.

A rush of blood hits his checks," shut up!" He yells, storming off to the house.

Shiro stands there, smile falling from his face. How long will this last? Keith is going to try and infiltrate Blue's team. See what makes them tick. Shiro can hide his worry, but not his fear.