[ no is lance's instinctive response, because defiance is easy, especially when he's in a situation that's completely out of his element and weird and why hasn't keith moved yet? he has to know he's like, weirdly close to him right now, right? maybe he was wrong all along, maybe keith was the one who got hurt tonight, maybe keith's suffering from a concussion, or maybe he is and this is all just a weird hallucination except, ha ha, why would he hallucinate something like this, him, lance, lancey lance, who hates keith because they're totally just rivals, ha ha ha ]
Why, [ he ends up saying, which is very obviously not a no, but it's also not technically a yes, and okay so his eyes are sort of battling with themselves, it seems, lids fluttering like he's some fragile debutante in the midst of a swoon.
but honestly it's not even like four seconds later before he actually does close his eyes, because his bi-curiosity is getting the better of him, he squeezes them real shut like he's expecting a punch to the face or something. ]
Don't do anything weird.
[ but hey... what does 'weird' even mean anymore tbh... ]
[Is this weird? Why's it weird? Two bros chillin on a bed super duper close cus they might be gay. His heart's beating so fast, it's like he can't even properly weigh the pros and cons, or even the WHY to this. Rather, if he does start to think logically, he'll full-on chicken out and it'll be way worse. Who even goes this far and bails? Even Keith, with his limited knowledge of Wooing and Successful Woo Scenarios, knows you can't halfass shit like this. It's dumb.
Lance obeys and he stammers in place; it's easier without him staring, but still: not an easy task to see to completion. He extends his reach a bit further, chin eventually bumping the bridge of Lance's nose -- barely, he's nervous, and...
Very gently, in the spot between but above his brows, he presses his lips to the skin there, holds his breath for approximately six sections then pulls back with the same composure of someone that's just seen a samsquanch.]
[ it is pretty weird. but also — not? like the kind of weird you spend your whole life thinking is weird, but then you finally do it and you're like wait why did i ever think it was weird at all? like wearing cargo pants. or using those lanyard things for your glasses. (it's practical, okay.)
and lance isn't really sure what he'd been expecting, except maybe he was, because he feels the press of lips against his brow and his immediate reaction is — disappointment? (why? WHAT WAS HE EXPECTING—)
his eyes open just as keith draws away, because he assumes he can look now even without being told too. he just kind of. stares. stares with an obvious question in his mouth, but finding no voice to actually get the words out, and so he opts for that long stretch of awkward silence instead because
what the heck? no, really, what the heck?
up till two seconds ago he would have been willing to bet good money that keith never would have even known what kissing was, never mind trying something like it on him. and, sure, okay, yeah, it wasn't really kissing, but it was also a lot more kissing than not kissing is and
okay okay slow down here. don't overthink this. this was probably just keith being keith, doing something he thought he had to do in a situation where he's out of his element, and so he gets his wires crossed a little and forgets that gestures like that were really more reserved for mothers or fathers or. you know. partners. yeah. yeah, that makes sense. that makes total sense! it's just keith. being keith. doing his funny keith things. ha ha. ha. ]
Uh. Thanks... Keith...
[ yeah yeah, he should thank him. cuz it's a nice gesture, you know! just two bros, chillin on a bed... nothing to see here. ]
[It happens, and Keith's immediately filled with regret. Miraculously, the Why Would You Do Thats and the That Was Extremely Dumbs become deafening between his ears -- as does a blush, but rather than deafening, it's rosy and more discernible than it should be, disadvantaged by his pale skin.
But rather than being met with a shriek or sudden recoil, Lance...thanks...him. Maybe his plan wasn't so bizarre after all? Maybe Lance just needed some...paternal...affection.
Making it weird brah.
In turn, he says nothing. He just pulls himself up and away, on his feet, retrieving that drinking glass like Rambo; a man on a mission. He's gone with the same haste of Santa on Christmas morning. Like his britches are on fire.
[ alright. cool. that's fine. sure, maybe he would have appreciated some words there, something to kind of explain or at least enlighten lance to keith's particular train of thought, but maybe it's better this way, maybe he doesn't really want to know, maybe there was no thinking involved at all and he's doing the thoughtful gesture a disservice by doing all this over-thinking in the first place.
so he just. won't. it's nothing, no big deal, no reason to make a mountain out of an ant hill because this is definitely so far from being a thing it doesn't even deserve the analogy of a mole hill. yeah. tooootally fine.
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Why, [ he ends up saying, which is very obviously not a no, but it's also not technically a yes, and okay so his eyes are sort of battling with themselves, it seems, lids fluttering like he's some fragile debutante in the midst of a swoon.
but honestly it's not even like four seconds later before he actually does close his eyes, because his
bi-curiosity is getting the better of him, he squeezes them real shut like he's expecting a punch to the face or something. ]Don't do anything weird.
[ but hey... what does 'weird' even mean anymore tbh... ]
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Lance obeys and he stammers in place; it's easier without him staring, but still: not an easy task to see to completion. He extends his reach a bit further, chin eventually bumping the bridge of Lance's nose -- barely, he's nervous, and...
Very gently, in the spot between but above his brows, he presses his lips to the skin there, holds his breath for approximately six sections then pulls back with the same composure of someone that's just seen a samsquanch.]
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and lance isn't really sure what he'd been expecting, except maybe he was, because he feels the press of lips against his brow and his immediate reaction is — disappointment? (why? WHAT WAS HE EXPECTING—)
his eyes open just as keith draws away, because he assumes he can look now even without being told too. he just kind of. stares. stares with an obvious question in his mouth, but finding no voice to actually get the words out, and so he opts for that long stretch of awkward silence instead because
what the heck? no, really, what the heck?
up till two seconds ago he would have been willing to bet good money that keith never would have even known what kissing was, never mind trying something like it on him. and, sure, okay, yeah, it wasn't really kissing, but it was also a lot more kissing than not kissing is and
okay okay slow down here. don't overthink this. this was probably just keith being keith, doing something he thought he had to do in a situation where he's out of his element, and so he gets his wires crossed a little and forgets that gestures like that were really more reserved for mothers or fathers or. you know. partners. yeah. yeah, that makes sense. that makes total sense! it's just keith. being keith. doing his funny keith things. ha ha. ha. ]
Uh. Thanks... Keith...
[ yeah yeah, he should thank him. cuz it's a nice gesture, you know! just two bros, chillin on a bed... nothing to see here. ]
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But rather than being met with a shriek or sudden recoil, Lance...thanks...him. Maybe his plan wasn't so bizarre after all? Maybe Lance just needed some...paternal...affection.
Making it weird brah.
In turn, he says nothing. He just pulls himself up and away, on his feet, retrieving that drinking glass like Rambo; a man on a mission. He's gone with the same haste of Santa on Christmas morning. Like his britches are on fire.
Seeya in five.]
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so he just. won't. it's nothing, no big deal, no reason to make a mountain out of an ant hill because this is definitely so far from being a thing it doesn't even deserve the analogy of a mole hill. yeah. tooootally fine.
—wait then why was keith blushing?! ]