/“My man...?”/

Keith felt the words zip down his spine like lightning, warming him from the inside out. He felt the words settle in his belly like fire as heat bloomed across his cheeks.
Lance’s man?
Keith liked the sound of that…Liked being the one coming to Lance’s rescue, https://twitter.com/lancevoltron/status/1353584819205066753

liked being able to banter with him—FLIRT with him, his mind whispered—or simply bail him out. It made him feel bold enough to say, “Can’t have it both ways, sharpshooter.”

Lance’s slow, “huh?” had Keith chucking.

“I said you can’t have it both ways. Am I your buddy?

…or am I your man?”

If Keith couldn’t hear Lance sputtering over the comms, he’d worry he’d gone too far, but as it was he could practically feel Lance’s blush as he said /“Keith!”/ almost as if he was winded.

“Better decide quick,” Keith murmurs. “I’m about to land.”

He could make out Lance muttering “oh my god” over the comms in a breathy voice. Keith decided to end the link before Lance could hear him laughing.

He was glad he had when he landed close enough to glimpse the blue Paladin, ass up, chained to a tree and took a picture for

the sake of blackmail, obviously. Definitely not to keep for himself.

As Red and Blue settled down in the sparse terrain he could feel the lions chuff in amusement at Lance’s predicament.

“Hey,” Keith called out with a smirk as he walked up to Lance, casual and easy as you

please.
He took his time, took in the pretty picture Lance made before gracefully sitting against the tree Lance was chained to.
“Just hanging out?” Keith asked dryly.

Lance snorted. “Oh, screw you man!” He flailed dramatically before resting his cheek on his outstretched arms.

It could’ve just been the rosy hue of the atmosphere here, but a Keith could swear Lance’s cheeks were dusted with a light blush at the red paladins attention.

“How does this always happen to you?” Keith asked (fondly), propping his chin up on an elbow as he met Lance’s eyes.

Lance sighed out one gusty sigh and thumped his forehead into the dirt. “You tell me. I guess I always wanna believe someone’s actually interested? Like interested in me,” he huffed in a self depreciating way. “And not just interested in the Paladin of a Voltron lion. But once

again…” he quirked his lips and looked up, nodding toward his bound wrists.

Keith hummed. “They don’t know what they’re missing,” he said quietly as he moved over to break Lance free.

Lance sighed in relief and groaned as pins and needles assaulted his fingers in a rush.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly, pushing up and meeting Keith’s eyes—much closer than he’d anticipated. “Oh” he breathed quietly.

“Any time,” Keith murmured, eyes flickering between ocean eyes and sweet bitten-pink lips.

Slowly, Lance brought one hand up and pushed a lock of

hair behind Keith’s ear, leaving his hand there against Keith’s cheek. Lips curving up in a smile as Keith leaned into the touch automatically. Lance let his eyes trace down to Keith’s generous mouth, feeling stuck there…
As if gravity itself was pulling on the both of them,

their lips met in the middle in a soft kiss that surprised them both.

Keith gasped out a noise he might deny later, reached up a hand to keep Lance’s hold against his cheek and kissed him again.

When they broke apart, Lance breathed out, “Your man,” cheeks bright red.

“Huh?” Keith asked airily, head floating a little.

“You-you uh. Asked me earlier. If I was your ‘buddy’, or…”

“Oh,” Keith couldn’t believe his own ears, smile becoming blinding.

“Either way, I just wanna be yours.”

Lance leaned forward & pressed another kiss against Keith’s smile.