—— Lance P.O.V——

I should be scared.
Keith? Inviting me over for breakfast?
That he's cooking by himself?
I should be wearing a hazard suit.

Some guys have a tendency to cook naked. God you don't think that he's cooking naked, do you?
What if I walk in and it's just skin everywhere, no holding back. God I don't want to see that.

Get it together McClain. It's just breakfast. He probably wants to introduce his latest bang buddy to his gay best friend.
I stop outside Keith's apartment door, slipping the key into the lock. Yeah. I have a spare key. He didn't give it to me, I just figured it could come in handy in case he flushed his own keys and threatens to burn his pillows over the stove. Totally hypothetical by the way.

I'm about to turn the lock, when I hear the steady beat of music. It's loud, like sing-along-in-the-shower loud. I slowly push open the door, the music leaking out into the hallway.
I gently close the door behind me, quietly placing my bag and jumper on the ground.

There's sizzling and odd smells coming from the kitchen, but even odder sounds.

"I've heard about him before"

Oh my god. He's singing ABBA.

"I wanted to know some more"

My fingertips press the kitchen door, making it ajar. Through the crack, I nearly die trying not to laugh.

And now I know what they mean, he's a love machine

Keith Kogane is wearing shorts - proper booty shorts that is -, flip flops and a large baggy hoodie over his tank top. His hair is down, which is rare enough, and he's belting along to the loud music.

"Oh, he makes me dizzy"

In one hand he holds a spatula, which he occasionally flips some bacon with. And in the other he holds a wooden spoon which he uses as a microphone.

"Honey honey, let me feel it, a-ha, honey honey"

He twirls and strikes a pose, feet shoulder width apart, head down and one arm pointing towards the ceiling.

"Honey honey, don't conceal it, a-ha, honey honey"

I can't hold it in anymore. I snort with laughter, before slapping my hand over my mouth. I let go of the door and howl with laughter. I hear panicked scrambling and the music pauses.
I fall to the floor, clutching my splitting sides. The kitchen door swings open, revealing a terrified and bright red boy.

"LANCE!" He exclaims, unsure what to say next.

"Wow Keith" I cry, wiping away a fake tear. "You have some serious talent like I'm impressed"

"You weren't supposed to see that I wasn't expecting you yet I was just making breakfast-"

"Hey hey hey calm down" I hush him, climbing to my feet. I compose myself and place my hands on the shorter boys shoulders.

He grimaces at me and his face floods red. "You were fucking Shakira back there"

He laughs, hiding his face in his hands. "God I really was, wasn't I?"

I nod enthusiastically with a giggle. "Well are you gonna finish breakfast or what?"

He rolls his eyes and pushes past me back into the kitchen. He raises his eyebrow when I follow him.
"Is this you offering to help?"

I shrug. "I'm a sucker for ABBA"

He presses play on his speaker, and the upbeat music roars out again.

"The way that you kiss good night" he mouths, grooving over to me.

"The way that you hold me tight" his hands intertwine with mine and he pulls me into the middle of the kitchen.
I've never seen him like this. He has this flirty (and nearly arousing) confidence.

"I feel like I wanna sing"
"Oh my god Kogane what are you doing?" I laugh.

"When you do your thing"
Keith spins me around, moving in time with the music.

"Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey"

His hips sway back and forth perfectly in time with ABBAS words. He places his hand on my shoulder and I snake an arm around his waist.

"Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey"

His eyes finally lock onto mine, and I can feel a shit-eating grin plaster across my face.

"I'd heard about you before
I wanted to know some more"

The music begins to slow down, and so do we.

"And now I'm about to see
What you mean to me"

As the song plays its closing bars, Alexander quickly grabs my hips and the back of my neck, before dipping me down into a bridal position. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, pulling our faces closer so our noses nearly touch.
The song ends and we freeze.

This is not a platonic position.

Keith's warm breath tickles my lips, his deep eyes locked on mine. Right now, if I moved up my head, we'd be kissing.
Our lips would connect, and my little bi fantasies would come true.

I'm not a coward. But god I'm lost in his eyes right now. They're wide, and defiantly yearning.
"Hey Lance?" He says softly.

"Y-yeah?"

"Is it okay if I put you down? My arms hurt"

"Oh. Oh y-yeah"
I feel his arms shake, and I go crashing to the floor. Shocks of pain soar up my back and through my head. With a loud, "OOF!", Keith lands on my chest, knocking the air out of me.

His forehead nearly head butts me, but he snaps his head back just enough. Those god damn eyes are right in front of me again. Our noses are brushing off against each other, and his breathing has defiantly gotten quicker.

Do you know what?
Fuck it.

I push my head up, and connect our lips. Lightly at first, only for a few seconds before I pull away. Our lips are still only an inch apart, and I can feel anxiety brewing in my chest. Keith open his eyes, and I can't make out his expression.

But then with a shaky laugh, he smiles. His  hand pushes away the stray hairs on my face, before traveling to my jawline. He cups my face, and smashes his lips against mine. The heat, the passion, the lust, everything. I hold the back of his neck, and my spare hand grabs his shirt and pulls him even closer. Both of his hands grab my face, and with a random surge of strength, I sit up straight.
The short boy slips down so he's straddling me. His arm wraps around my neck, and my hands hold his hips.

We finally break apart, both of us breathless and a little too hot. A sharp smell tickles my nose.
"Keith?"

"Hmm?"

"Your bacon is burning"

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This chapter is stolen from my (unpublished) Lams one shot book.
JUST IMAGINE IT WITH ALEX AND JOHN FOR A MOMENT SNJSBSNSNSN
✌️💕Bree