Can't help falling. w/ abondingmoment

[the_tailor]

[Dating wasn't the right word to use. There was no word to use, because neither of them had labeled exactly what was going on between them. It'd started with a mutual if not begrudging admitting of admiration for each other, to more time spent together, to an accidental kiss and into whatever it was now. Lance felt lucky to be able to have someone to talk to, to hold, to kiss, to fool around with. Even if Keith had started out as his rival and even if he still wanted to punch him in the face a few times a day, it was something he had gotten accustomed to and grew to cherish.

Somewhere, he'd tripped up in that simple contentment. When Keith is in his bed at night, asleep in his arms and looking more relaxed than he's ever looked before, Lance feels a swelling in his chest that goes beyond simple fondness. He can't stop thinking about the red paladin, can't keep his eyes off of him when they're in public, and can't keep his hands off of him when they're in private.

It takes a bit of time for Lance to realize that he's fallen head over heels in love. He vehemently denies it at first, refusing to believe that his feelings had become so serious. It's slowly driving him crazy, and he'd whined to Hunk and Pidge about it until they promised to throw him out an airlock if he didn't do something about it.

(Having almost been thrown out of one before, he doesn't like the idea of it happening again.)

All he can do is somehow tell Keith and hope he doesn't screw everything up. Their arrangement is comfortable and something he doesn't want to let go of, but he keeps wanting something more.

A sudden burst of inspiration leads to him leaving a note under Keith's door for the other boy to meet him in the rec room that night. Lance waits there, fiddling about with his phone and a small speaker system set up nearby.]

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[abondingmoment]

[Keith doesn't really know what it is he has with Lance, but he's happy with it. Happier than he's ever been with anyone, ever.

Not that he'd been with anyone before Lance, but this was...good. Comfortable. Safe. He trusted Lance. He knew Lance would take care of him and keep him safe.

The small note makes him smile, and he folds it over and tucks it into his pocket. He heads to the rec room later that night, smiling faintly at Lance.]

Hey. What's this?

[the_tailor]

Yo. [He gives him a small if not slightly nervous smile. Chill, Lance. You can do this. You've got game. You've gotten this far.]

I figured we could spend some time together here.

[abondingmoment]

[This is weird. Keith gives him a confused look but nods, crossing the room to Lance.]

Okay...I guess?

[the_tailor]

I thought we could do something a little different for once. Not that I mind the usual stuff we do, but, you know! It's good to change the pace, right?

[He's got this...]

[abondingmoment]

That's...true.

[Something's going on. Something good? He can't help but be suspicious.]

[the_tailor]

So, for a change of pace...

[He takes a deep breath and sticks out his hand.]

Dance with me.

[abondingmoment]

Dance...?

[Oh god. Keith balks.]

I--I can't.

[the_tailor]

What do you mean, can't? Can't or won't?

[Come on, Keith. Please.]

[abondingmoment]

I..don't really know how.

[But he takes Lance's hand nervously.]

[the_tailor]

Just slow dancing. You don't really need to know how, it's not like I'm dragging you into a tango.

So, uh. Yeah, let's...let's do this. I was listening to some old songs, like really old songs, and this one came up and I thought of you and... Okay. I'm going to shut up now.

[He tugs Keith along to him near the speakers and picks up his phone with his other hand, taking another deep breath before hitting play on the song. Keith is dragged back to the middle of the room where Lance draws him in close, one hand on his waist and one on his shoulder.

The song begins to filter through the room as Lance leads Keith into what's more of a shuffling than a proper slow dance, but he doesn't need anything fancy. Just for Keith to be close and hear the song.


Wise men say only fools rush in... But I can't help falling in love with you...]

[abondingmoment]

[Oh. Oh. Keith blushes, letting Lance pull him close. He's awkward and stumbling a bit, but trying his best. Right now he's a little bit more concerned with not stepping on his feet than the song.]

Ouch...sorry.

[the_tailor]

It's alright.

[The song continues, and Lance leans in a bit closer so he doesn't actually have to look Keith in the face right now.]

I kind of...suck with words when it comes down to it, so I figured this song would, well. It'd do.

[abondingmoment]

[Keith tries to catch Lance's eyes, confused. A moment or two of listening, and...

Oh.

He blushes.]

Did you...seriously play me a song to...you know?

[the_tailor]

[Lance's voice becomes muffled after he all but buries his face into Keith's shoulder.]

Is that a bad thing?

[abondingmoment]

[Keith chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around him and just sort of hugging him close.]

No. no. It isn't.

[the_tailor]

So...

[He trails off, not really sure what to say. Do you love me too? might be a good idea, and he has a pretty good idea that he's going to get an answer in the affirmative, but nonetheless he's afraid to ask.]

[abondingmoment]

So...?

[Sorry Lance, Keith is pretty terrible with social cues.]

[the_tailor]

Do you...?

[He still tries, okay?]

[abondingmoment]

[Keith is still just staring blankly] You're going to have to tell me what you're asking, Lance.

[the_tailor]

Do. You. Feel. The. Same.

[This is near mortifying at this point.]

[abondingmoment]

Oh!

[Keith's so smart. He blushes.] I...uh...I...I'm...

[the_tailor]

I mean. If you don't, that's totally cool. I won't bring it up again.

[He doesn't want to make Keith uncomfortable, after all.]

[abondingmoment]

No, no, that isn't it. I guess I just...never thought about it. [Keith blushes.] I uh...I definitely like you a lot? I'm just um...I haven't thought about it.

[the_tailor]

No, it's cool! I just...I'm kind of a sappy romantic and I...you know. I'm kind of me.

[He's just going to. Bury his face in Keith's shoulder some more.]

It's no rush. I just thought I'd let you know.

[abondingmoment]

Thanks, I guess? [He lets out a weak chuckle, holding Lance close.]

Sorry. I'm not exactly used to this.