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keith n lance in the castle kitchen and lance needs to get by keith and before he even thinks about it he’s absentmindedly putting a hand on the small of keith’s back and sliding behind him and keith stiffens and all at once lance realizes—
what’s happening and it’s even worse when keith tentatively looks back over his shoulder at him and says “um, are you— should i— move?” and lance realizes with a belated sense of horror that his hand is /still/ settled in the curve of keith lower’s back
pressing hot through his shirt and keith’s still looking at him, lance curving into him to the point that keith’s looking up at him through the dark smudge of his lashes oh fuck oh god and in a panic lance clenches his fingers in the fabric of keith’s shirt, accidentally
tugging him back, tugging him /into/ lance and keith lets out a surprised little sound that has lance reeling and before he knows what’s happening lance is squeaking out “jesus christ” and turns on his heel to just leave the fucking situation before he does something stupid.
later, lance steadfastly refuses to meet keith’s eyes at dinner and hopes to god no one else can read the sexual crisis written all over his face for the rest of the night.
