"Lance. I am going to kill you." Keith murmured annoyed. He groggily stumbled through the kitchen.

"Hey! Everyone knows you should cook in the morning when you're bright and chipper!" Lance grinned. He held out a mug filled with coffee which had enough creamer to make it very light golden brown. Keith despite seeming to be bitter of course likes his coffee sweet. It made Lance smirk just at the thought. Though, Keith was sweet himself, at least when you get passed his bitter outer shell. "Made you some coffee."

Keith took the mug and gave him a final glare. "I can't believe you even have the guts to wake me up at 7:00 in morning after a rough mission."

"Well, you agreed to help me make cookies." Lance pulled a bag of flour down from the cupboard. He almost laughed at the thought he would have to do it considering Keith was too short.

"Yeah, But I didn't thing we'd be doing it at 7 in the morning!" Keith complained.

"You'll get over it. You get up early to train all the time."

Keith rolled his eyes and pushed back his hair. "I'm tired, I want to go back to bed." He turned to leave but Lance grabbed his arm.

"No! You said you'd help! This is my first year not making cookies with my family." Lance said more seriously.

Keith stared at him a moment realizing how important it truly was. "Alright, do you have a recipe?"

"Yes, of course I do! It has been passed down in my family for generations, it's the McClain tradition!" Lance said quite nobly. "Just let me google it quick."

"Lance," Keith pinched the bridge between his nose, "we don't even have google."

"Ah! You see, that's where you are wrong! Pidge can get us anything." Lance said as he typed away at his phone. "Here it is." He propped his phone up to display the instructions.

Keith shook his head with a small smile. "Alright, we need a bowl." He grabbed one that had already been set out thanks to Lance. "Check."

"And butter." Lance said holding up the plastic container.

"And white and brown sugar." Keith added.

"Man, these cookies have got to be so bad for you." Lance said eyeballing the recipe. "I really gotta watch the figure."

"I can afford to have cookies, because I actually work out." Keith folded his arms.

"That hurt. I totally work out!" Lance flexed. "I'll take you right now! Let's arm wrestle."

He rested his elbow on the counter ready for the match. Keith simply rolled his eyes and took Lances hand in his.

"1...2...3... Go!" Lance yelled and with a blink of an eye his arm was flat on the countertop. "That was cheating! Best out of three!"

Keith smirked and they did it again with the same result.

Lance scowled, "I give up." He went back to the cookies. "One cup of butter!"

Keith held up the butter and eyed it. "About half of this maybe?"

"Uh, yeah sure." Lance agreed and they dumped and unsure amount in. "Next we need some... white sugar." Lance read. He looked up to Keith, smiled, and pushed his nose. "Don't worry, you're sweet enough."

Keith rolled his eyes. "As if."

Lance measured the correct amount of sugar and dumped it in.

Now it was Keith's turn. He grabbed the measuring cup and began to scoop the brown sugar. He struggled and applied more pressure before hearing a snap! "Um, I think I broke it." The handle of the measuring cup broke clean off.

"You what?!" Lance laughed. "You don't even know your own strength. If Hunk asks, we have no clue who broke it."

"Agreed."

"Can I just ask, did the measuring cup look at you funny?" Lance teased. Keith rolled his eyes and elbowed him lightly. "No really! Maybe you should start laying off the training room."

"How was I supposed to know it would break so easily?!" Keith defended.

Lance laughed, "Next we have to cream it together."

Keith began to mix the contents with the wooden spoon. He did it quick and messily some brown sugar flying onto the countertop. Keith scooped it into his hand and dumped it back into the bowl and handing it off to Lance. "Here you cream it."

Lance chuckled thoughtfully crushing together the contents. "We should cream it together."

"When you say it like that, I refuse to touch you." Keith said flatly.

"Really, because I'm pretty sure that's not what you said last night." Lance raised an eyebrow.

Keith who was taking a sip of his coffee began to choke and pounded on the table. When he felt he could breathe again he cut a sharp look to Lance, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"Oh, nothing." Lance said smugly. "Time to add the eggs."

Keith grabbed one and perfectly broke it letting the yolk drop into the bowl.

"Kay, now we need to beat the eggs in." Lance read off from the recipe.

"I got it, I have a whisk." Keith grabbed one and dipped it into the bowl.

"Really? Cause I have a bigger whisk." Lance said suggestively holding up an indeed slightly larger whisk.

Keith glared at him before beating in the eggs quickly. When he finished Keith inspected a bit of egg on his hand and grimaced.

"That's a part of baki-" Lance began to say but stopped when Keith wipes his hand off on Lances shirt.

"Oops, Sorry. But oh well, it's a part of baking." Keith said devilishly.

"You're lucky I like you." Lance gave him the stink eye.

"And since when do you like me? I thought I was your 'rival'. You know 'Lance and Keith, neck and neck'." Keith teased.

Lance dipped his finger in the batter and touched it to Keith's nose. "Since always."

"Rude!" Keith rubbed it off. He took off his jacket only in a tight black shirt. He then dipped his finger in when Lance turned to look at the recipe and wiped it across Lances cheek.

Lance screeched and pulled a few hairs out of the way trying to clean the mess on himself as Keith smugly looked at the recipe ready to move on. "What's next?"

Lance had a sudden mischievous idea. He grabbed an egg and snuck up behind Keith. "I'll show you what's next." Lance said before breaking it atop Keith's head.

"Lance!" Keith erupted bulking egg shells off his head. He then reached his hand into the bag of flour and tossed it at Lance. The white powder settled on the boy's shirt and face around his mouth.

"Yeah I deserved that."

They went back to the baking messy and covered in flour and egg. "Okay flour." Lance said leaning on the counter as he read it.

"Let's just estimate." Keith grabbed the bag and counted as he shook in about 1/3 of the bag. He began to whisk it together before giving up and shoving his hands into the bowl mixing it around. "I think we need more flour."

Lance pouted some more in as Keith continued to mush together the ingredients.

Lance took the spoon and touched it to Keith face leaving a mix of the cookie dough.

"What is with you." Keith laughed firing back by smearing his hand on Lances cheek leaving a glop of it.

Lance chuckled before pulling Keith into a kiss. They pulled away and went back to the cookies. "It's nice that you're having fun." Lance said smugly.

"You should get the pan, your hands are cleaner than mine." Keith said changing the subject.

Lance dumped in the chocolate chips and tried to get some of the dough off his fingers to get the pan.

"Here." Keith helped get some of it off. Lance continued to wipe his hand on Keiths until his fingers interlocked with his smoothly. "Lance." Keith scolded him playfully.

"Fine." Lance huffed before washing his hands and going to grab the pan.

They rolled the dough into balls, not without Lance making a a few innuendos of course. Lances were larger and perfectly round while Keith's were globs and small. (Stop, I already know you're laughing)

They put the cookies in the oven happy with their work.

When they took them out, the cookies each had made were very different but all as good. They ate and enjoyed some milk courtesy of Kaltenecker.

"These actually turned out really well." Lance smiled pulling Keith in a little closer.

"Mine are, yours are okay." Keith teased.

They leaned in and kissed again.