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Lance kicked his legs onto Pidge’s lap as he flopped backwards onto the couch, grinning wickedly as he watched her nose wrinkle before she offered his ankle an awkward pat. 
“Your feet smell,” she huffed, trying to sound annoyed as he jabbed his toes into her stomach, but the wide grin on her face gave her away. 
“Well your face is weird,” he retaliated childishly, tucking his arms under his head. 
“Oh burn!” Hunk cheered as he walked past with a tray of muffins, “Nice one buddy,” he added bumping his fist against Lance’s. 
Pidge rolled her eyes with an exaggerated slump of her shoulders, “That wasn’t even close to a burn. It was warm at best. Also -” she wrinkled her nose, “- your feet still stink.” 
“How dare you!” He gasped scandalised, sitting bolt upright and purposefully throwing said ‘stinky feet’ closer to Pidge’s face, “Allura! Defend my honour!” 
The Altean princess did nothing but look up from where she was painting Shiro’s nails to shrug at him, before returning to the task at hand. 

Lance pouted, jutting out his lip and glaring at his so called friends, “No one cares about Lance,” he whined. 
“Why does no one care about Lance?” Keith asked from the doorway. 
To Lance’s credit he did try very hard not to think about the way just minutes prior the gorgeous dark haired boy had dragged him in for ‘one last kiss before he left’. 
If he couldn’t distract his very dumb bi disaster brain from chasing after the memory of those soft lips pushing against his, well that was hardly his fault was it? No, that was all to blame on the quirk of Keith’s dark eyebrows, his dumb mullet framing his dumb attractive face. How had they managed to keep this a secret for so long again? 

“Keith you came!” Pidge screeched, shoving Lance’s feet off her lap and jumping over to him. Yeah he really came earlie- Lance cut that thought off quickly as it crossed through his mind, flopping backwards again bemoaning the loss of his footstool and absolutely not thinking about Keith. He half-heartedly listened to Pidge demanding to know where he had been hiding and her excited retelling of the plans for the night. 
It was now that Keith had arrived that Lance was remembering what he was going to be telling his friends tonight, the step he was going to be taking, coming out. His lungs seized for a moment as his thoughts began to spiral, he was quickly drawn out of this particular train of thought by a flick to the centre of his forehead. 
“Hey asshole,” Keith huffed, the haze in Lance’s eyes cleared to be met with concerned dark violet staring back at him, “Stop thinking and focus.” 
The words themselves were sharp and honestly kinda rude, but Lance could hear Keith’s underlying concern, the gentle reminder that he needed to try not to overthink so much, just enjoy tonight. 

He wrinkled his nose and poked his tongue out childishly in response, earning himself another flick to the forehead, “Keith!” he shrieked, flapping his arms out to keep him at bay. Keith only huffed a quiet laugh and backed off, throwing himself onto a cushion beside Allura and leaning in to watch as she finished off Shiro’s nails. 
Lance let his attention wander, smiling softly to himself as he listened to Keith ask Allura “Will you do mine next?” 

Everything about the room was so familiar, and finally in a way he could truly appreciate and remember. 

The sound of Pidge’s fingers as they flew across a keyboard, finishing up on some coding before the undoubtable thrashing she would offer the team when they started playing Altean monopoly. 

Allura and Keith debating over whether he should have red or black nail polish, Keith insisting black would be better but Allura adamant that red would be more symbolic. 

The soft sound of Shiro blowing on his nails, hands fanned away from his face awkwardly because he had never quite gotten the knack of how to hold his hands after Allura painted his nails. 

Coran muttering angrily to himself as he struggled to unload “Hell Twister” from the storage containers - the team had dubbed it as such after only five minutes of playing. 

Lastly Hunk humming happily as he finished loading the treats onto the coffee table. 

It was so familiar, it was home. 

It wasn’t that the fear evaporated, it more slipped away. Like a blanket he shucked off because he was getting too hot, he still felt slightly susceptible to monsters without it, but at least he wasn’t burning in the furnace that he had been. 
Which was why when Pidge threw her laptop to the side and Hunk flopped onto the couch beside her he didn’t flinch, he didn’t feel the nerves bubble up inside him like a volcano about to erupt, slowly rising until it reached his throat and - okay maybe he felt it a little. Nowhere to the extent he expected though, considering that in the year of being with Keith, he had felt this fear many a time. The idea of coming out had been a terrifying, far away concept, he had always known deep down that he was bisexual. He had never been ashamed of it, but he had always been terrified of telling anyone. }
He never thought he would be able to tell a soul, and now he was going to tell his entire team. So yeah, he was expecting more fear than he was feeling. 

Pidge broke the silence - and subsequently Lance’s train of thought - by clapping her hands together, throwing her laptop away as though it weren’t an intricate piece of machinery and grinning maniacally. 
“So,” she began with a gleam in her eyes that promised either terror or fun, “what game first? 
There was a temptation in the back of Lance’s mind to let the conversation begin and put this conversation back in the box it had remained since the two of them had started dating. The idea of it was so damn alluring that he almost gave in, until he looked at Keith.

Keith. 

With those beautiful dark eyes that were staring at him patiently. Giving Lance the opportunity to back out. Assuring Lance that he wouldn’t conversation himself, but clearly desperate to come clean. 

Keith. 

With those hands that Lance had fallen apart beneath; that had held him close during breakdowns, that Lance had mapped every crevice of with his own. 

Keith. 

With those soft lips that always knew what to say, how to kiss him, when to smile, when to frown. Those lips that were quirking ever so slightly now, encouraging him in the best way, sincere and loving. 

“Actually,” Lance found himself speaking before he had even made up his mind, “I have something I wanted to say.” He forced himself to look away from Keith’s encouraging smile to the eyes of their teammates. He knew, deep down, that they would never judge him. They were his best friends, his family, and they hadn’t even blinked an eye when Keith himself or Shiro, or Pidge came out. 
All of them were staring at him, insistent but silent, picking up on the tremble of his voice and the bunching of his shoulders. He opened his mouth but no words emerged. Nothing but a strained whisper managed its way past his lips. Lance picked at a loose thread on his sweatpants, unable to look up again. 
“What is it Lance?” Shiro eventually prompted, his voice was coated in warm, gentle concern. 

Lance remembered how Shiro had come out. It had been so chill and casual, just a mention of his fiance Adam, and they had all moved on with their day without a second thought; but Lance had noticed the way the tension in his mentor’s shoulders seemed to bleed out for a moment; the relief that no one else noticed. 
“I…” he tried again, taking a deep breath to calm his heart as it threatened to pound its way out of his chest, “I… err. I got my memories back.” 
The room exploded in a chorus of excitement, all memory of Lance’s fear seemed to fade out of existence for everyone but him as they danced around in joy. Hunk leapt forward to squeeze Lance into a hug that almost crushed every bone in his body. 
“How did we meet?” Hunk asked, squishing Lance’s cheeks together so he was barely able to garble out his response. 
“Paiwed up at the Gawwison.” 
“HE DOES REMEMBER!” Hunk all but sobbed, clutching Lance tighter to his body. 

It was then that the question, the dreaded question, that Lance had been waiting for emerged. 
“Wait… how did you get them back?” Pidge asked, cocking her head to stare at him imploringly. For a brief second Lance had to remind himself that she didn’t know the weight of the question, reminding himself not to strangle her for making everyone in the team turn to look at him. Waiting. 
“Well I uhh… I…” He stumbled over his words, back cracking as Hunk finally released him back onto the couch. 

“Yeah how did you get them back?” Allura asked, leaning forward eagerly. 

“What did you do?” 

“Nothing we tried worked!” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“When did this happen?” 

“How did you do it Lance?” 

The questions seemed to bounce around his skull, growing louder and louder as each paladin added their own question to the mix and the cacophony of noise grew. 

How? Why? When? What? How? 

How Lance?

How?
What did you do Lance?
Lance?

Lance?

How? 

“I KISSED KEITH” he boomed over the din, leaving dead silence in his wake. 

You could hear the sound of the mice’s footsteps two rooms down. It was as though no one was even breathing. Lance was positive his own breath was caught in his throat. Over the deafening silence he was sure the team could hear his heart pounding. For a brief moment, it was clear that they were in deep space. 
He forced his eyes away from the floor, where they instantly found Keith’s, widened with surprise but oozing with fondness. Just how in love he seemed to be sent Lance reeling, that was the last expression he had expected to see after such an outburst. 

Finally Keith broke the silence. 
“Nicely done Lance, very eloquent,” he teased, eyes glittering with mirth as he made his way over to Lance’s side. Lance did all he could not to sigh into the familiarity of their hands intertwining, Keith’s chin resting on Lance’s shoulder to look at the rest of their friends. 
“Shut up asshole,” he huffed in response, although he was aware that the insult was softened by the way he leaned back into Keith’s chest, heart still racing at the fact they could do this now. 

Only once Keith’s other arm was secured around his waist, grounding him, was he able to meet the eyes of the rest of the team. Both surprisingly and unsurprisingly he was met with nothing but confusion and genuine acceptance from every single one of their family. 
Pidge was the first to speak up. 
“I have so many questions,” she said simply, the others chorusing in agreement. 
Lance took a breath and nodded along with Keith, relaxing into the way Keith’s fingers trailed up and down his forearm. 

“Hunk?” Lance prompted his best friend who looked equal parts taken aback and excited. 
“You like boys?” He asked, although technically it could be seen as more of a statement, a confirmation if you will. 
Lance grinned, a breathy laugh dancing past his lips as he managed a quiet, “yeah… for quite a while actually.” 
“How long?” Pidge asked, her voice was demanding in the way that Pidge always was, but gentle, as though she were coaxing a scared animal with insistent questions. She rectified her question with, “How long have you been together I mean.” 

Keith pulled Lance closer, slotting him in between his legs, answering the question for the both of them, “About thirteen months.” The team’s collective gasp echoed in Lance’s head, he wanted to sink into himself but he let Keith’s tightened grip hold him in place. 
“Why didn’t you tell us?” It was Shiro who asked the question, the one that together they had been dreading since they decided to keep their relationship a secret. Lance could tell even Keith was terrified to answer by the way his embrace tensed, the muscles of his arms tightening until he was almost vibrating with nerves. 
While softly massaging the side of Keith’s arms he took the answer for them, “At first we weren’t sure we were going to last,” he admitted quietly; pretending he didn’t hear the way Keith’s breath hitched. 

“Then?” Allura prompted carefully. 
“Then,” Lance continued, “I wasn’t ready to come out as bisexual.” 
He chose to stare at his lap rather than acknowledge the likely expressions on his friends’ faces. Pulling Keith’s arms tighter around himself so their cheeks were almost side by side over his shoulder. Another silence had descended over the room, contemplative and soft. 
Apparently deciding that this awkwardness was not the mood for a group sleepover Pidge shattered their thoughts with, “So Keith really snogged some memories into you huh?” 
“Pidge!” Lance shrieked, burying his burning cheeks in his hands as Keith broke out into wild laughter. 

~-~-~

In hindsight Keith and Lance should have realised truth or dare was a terrible idea. 

The game started out innocently enough, a few rounds went by; Pidge chugged an entire bottle of Altean milk and Hunk admitted that he once stole a bag of chocolate chips from the Garrison kitchen. The game slowly turned to Keith and Lance, sitting just slightly too closely for friends and basking in the ability to not hold anything back, totally unprepared for the storm that was waiting for them. 
The first was a gentle probe in the right direction, “Keith, truth or dare?” Allura asked, propping her chin on her hand as she waited for his response. 
“Truth,” he responded quickly, the whole team rolled their eyes fondly, Keith was known for rarely choosing Dare… and for hating the game in general. 
She tapped her chin, before grinning - the first sign of the game heading to a dangerous place - and leaning forward eagerly, “When did you first start crushing on Lance?” 

Lance couldn’t help but smile in amusement, turning to face his boyfriend as he waited for the answer he had pried out of Keith months earlier. 
He watched as Keith chewed on the side of his mouth, contemplating whether or not to admit to the truth before heaving a sigh and answering, “When he threw a pen at me in the Garrison.” 
The response was instantaneous. Pidge shrieked with laughter, falling from the couch onto Hunk’s lap who was almost too much in shock to notice. Allura and Shiro were kinder, hiding their giggles behind hands or in Shiro’s case coughing into his fist. 
“When he did what?” Coran asked, tilting his head to the side like an intrigued golden retriever. 
Keith sighed heavily pointedly not looking at Lance, “He got so worked up by our so called ‘rivalry’ at the Garrison that he threw a pen at me and then he laughed so hard i couldn’t save my gay ass from falling harder.” 

“That is priceless,” Hunk whispered with a stretched grin. The others nodded in agreement as the game slipped back into routine. 

Shiro performed a one man production of Voltron forming, Pidge admitted she once went 72 hours without sleeping and Coran did a handstand for four minutes. 

Hunk hummed tapping his chin thoughtfully before turning to Lance with a boyish grin, “Truth or dare buddy?” 
With similar dramatics Lance made a show of considering his options, much to the amusement of Allura and Coran, and the frustration of Keith, Shiro and Pidge, “Gimme a dare.” 
Hunk leaned backwards on his hands in thought before deciding, “I dare you to sit on Keith’s laps for the next… four rounds,” 
Lance grinned, now that he could do. He turned to Keith with fluttering eyelashes, “Good sir may I rest on this here seat?” He crooned, gesturing with a flourish to Keith’s lap. 

With a fond eye roll that Lance had earned many times throughout the course of their relationship Keith seized Lance around the waist, pulling him down onto his lap. 
“Excited?” Lance teased, leaning back to press his cheek against Keith’s, allowing a chuckle at Keith’s huff of frustration that billowed against his face. 
“Shut up nerd,” Keith grumbled, pretending to pout as though Lance couldn’t feel the smile of his cheek pressed against his. 
“Pidge, truth or dare?” Lance asked, and the game continued. 

Pidge was dared to dress in Coran’s formal Altean attire for the rest of the game, the ruffles framing her face in a way that gave the impression that the outfit was swallowing her. 

Hunk sheepishly mumbled that he did have a crush on Shay but wasn’t sure how to explore it, the game went off track for a while as they came up with ideas for how to confess. 

Shiro grinned wolfishly, admitting that he was “definitely not a virgin” much to the Keith’s disgust, accented with exaggerated retching noises. 

“Lance, truth or dare?” Shiro asked, Lance shuffled into Keith’s lap, ignoring his protests about Lance’s so called ‘bony butt’, pulling Keith’s arms tightly around his waist before stroking his chin thoughtfully. 
“Gotta go with truth,” he finally replied, making sure to leave it just long enough for Keith to butt at the back of his head in an effort to make him hurry up. 
“How did you and Keith actually get together?” 
Keith snorted from behind Lance and he spun around to glare at him in return, “What’s so funny?” Lance demanded, narrowing his eyes when Keith’s smirk only grew. 
Keith ignored Lance’s question turning his attention to the waiting group, “Well Lance was about as eloquent with revealing his feelings to me as he was to you,” he shrugged and Lance spun around with a huff to face the growing eagerness of their friends. 

“I resent that,” he sniffed, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, playing up the dramatics purposefully. 
The responding snort from Keith was worth it, “it’s true though.” 
“It is not,” Lance insisted, spinning around once again so they were nose to nose, “I was very eloquent thank you very much.” 
“You hardly said anything.” 
“I said more than you,” Lance pointed out, sealing the point with a tongue stuck out, very mature, ten points to Lancey-Lance. 
Keith gasped dramatically, Lance tried (and failed) not to smile at the obvious influence from Lance’s own mannerisms in the action, “low blow dude… low blow.” 

“Although your tonsils did a lot of talking,” Lance teased, emphasising the point with an eyebrow waggle. 
Keith’s cheeks flushed slightly as he rolled his eyes, “you technically asked for it.” 
“Touche Kogane, but you weren’t exactly complaining.” 
“Oh shut up dick,” Keith shoved his shoulder, grinning. Lance responded by flicking him in the centre of his forehead. 
“You love me,” Lance said, nudging Keith with his elbow, directly in the ribs. 
Keith shrugged. “Unfortunately,” he replied and before Lance had a chance to rebut pecked him on the lips. 

“Asshole,” Lance grumbled to himself as he turned to face the group, only now remembering they were still sitting there. At their bemused expressions he shrunk into himself slightly, shuffling further into Keith’s arms, “What?” 
Hunk shook out of himself first, “Nothing just…” he trailed off with a fond smile. 
“Just?” Lance prompted. 
“It’s just interesting that you two are basically the same, still teasing each other I mean,” he amended at Lance’s affronted expression, “You’re basically bickering but with affection, it’s cute.” 

“It’s… cute…” Lance tested the words in his mouth. The fact that this was something they could do now, that their friends commenting on their relationship was normal, was enough to leave a buzzing warmth in Lance’s chest. Their friends could tease them and it felt so normal , the easiness of it was comfortable and enveloping.
“You still haven’t told us how you got together,” Allura pointed out. 

Keith snorted again and Lance elbowed him in retaliation before launching into the tale, “When Keith and I began sparring more often he obviously couldn’t control his huge crush on me, cause like who could,” he grinned as Keith scoffed but didn’t retaliate, whilst barely hearing the groups groans and snickers at his dramatics, “So one day he just dramatically confessed his love with his mouth and that was that no more questions-” 
“Okay liar,” Keith bumped his nose against the back of Lance’s neck, successfully cutting off his sentence, Hunk complained in the background about Lance’s crudeness. “I distinctly remember someone saying and I quote ‘Sweet jesus Kogane if you don’t kiss me right now I’ll kill you’ so I hardly think the dramatic confession was mine ,” Lance could hear the smirk lacing into Keith’s words and he pouted in response as the others began to snicker, Hunk dropped his head into his hands, embarrassed, flushed cheeks only barely visible. 

“You didn’t even let me finish my sentence before sticking your tongue down my throat.” 

“Woah tmi!” Hunk groaned. 

“You were hardly complaining,” Keith rebutted oblivious to the team’s complaints. 

“Okay dickhead.” 

“Sure thing asshole.” 

Lance huffed, pulling Keith closer so his chin was resting on Lance’s shoulder, “I love you,” he grumbled.

“Love you too,” Lance could feel the smile of Keith’s cheek pressed against his and it was all he could do to not smile too, he had a reputation to uphold. 

“So,” Pidge snapped her fingers under their noses; that was the moment Lance knew they were doomed. “What I’m hearing is, Keith slammed you against the wall and your horny brain malfunctioned to the point of confession?” 
Lance shrugged as Keith dissolved into laughter once again, “Yeah, essentially.” 

The game moved on, but it was as though a hurdle had been finally cleared. The team no longer hesitated to poke fun at Keith and Lance, and they also no longer hesitated to show their approval of the affection between the two. Allura cooed every time Keith pressed a kiss to Lance’s cheek, Shiro smiled proudly as their arguments never strayed further than fond bickering. 

It was when Allura was fluttering around the room having been dared to pretend to be a butterfly - whilst having no clue what a butterfly actually was - that Pidge’s voice snapped through the laughter in the room with an exclamation of “HOLY SHIT!” 

The laughter faded out into confusion, turning to their friend who was sitting with her hands splayed out on the couch, almost lifting herself airborn with how rigid she was. Her mouth was hanging open in an elongated smile and her eyes were wide but wicked, “No way,” she said with a cheshire grin stretching at her lips. 
“No way what?” Hunk asked, ever the gossip, already leaning in eagerly for details. 
Pidge turned to look at Lance and Keith where they were now curled into each other’s side, both blinking at her, unsure where this revelation was going. She didn’t hesitate to explain, “You were both in Lance’s room when I came by earlier weren’t you!” 
“I-I what- I mean- yes?” Lance stammered, glancing at Keith for help and receiving an equally confused response, “why?” 

Pidge gasped, smacking at the seat of the couch, “I bet it was a nice release before the sleepover huh?” She raised an eyebrow teasingly and Lance could only watch in flustered horror as a realisation came over the team, including Keith. He watched as Keith understood the meaning behind her singular raised eyebrow and embarrassment flooded Lance’s own cheeks as Keith’s began to resemble tomatoes; Hunk following suit, bless his soul. 

“I KNEW IT!” Pidge shrieked with laughter, practically bouncing, “They were totally fucki-!” Her words were cut off by Hunk’s hand smacking over her mouth but the amusement glinting in her eyes remained, and the sentiment had been received. 

Lance groaned, burrowing into Keith’s side to hide his flushed cheeks as the group fell apart. Only when he emerged from his side did Coran speak with a shrug, “It is a normal act my boys! However I must ask that you keep it within the bedrooms! Wouldn’t want someone to walk in now would we!” 

Lance shrieked in response, and he didn’t think Keith had ever been so red. Pidge had officially started crying, laughter coming out in wheezes akin to the noise a rubber duck would make if it was missing a squeak box. Allura was doing her best to keep her laughter concealed by her hands, but her failure to do so was immediately notable as she snickered loudly. Meanwhile Hunk’s head was in his hands as he groaned, unsure whether to laugh or cry. 
Mortifyingly Shiro was nodding in agreement with Coran, “You’re being safe right? We may be in space but I’m sure there are plenty of supplies available, STI’s are still a thing no matter where we are,” this time Keith was the one to shriek. 
“OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP TALKING,” he spluttered, his words slurring together in his embarrassment until they sounded like a single syllable. 

Shiro’s lips were twitching into a smirk at the corners, clearly aware of how much he was embarrassing his little brother, “I’m just saying Keith! You can never be too careful!” Keith groaned, shoving a pillow in his face as though to smother himself to death, “When Adam and I first started getting intimate-“ Shiro began before Keith cut him off with a high pitched scream, throwing the pillow at his older brother hard enough to almost bowl him over. Shiro wasn’t even attempting to hide his laughter anymore, chuckling to himself as Keith garbled nonsense, cheeks so red Lance was worried he might be going into cardiac arrest. 

“I hate you so much,” Keith whispered as he leaned into Lance’s waiting arms.

“It’s a fact of life short stuff, gotta practise safe sex,” Shiro winked as Keith glared daggers at him from under Lance’s arm. 
Allura snorted loudly, “and on that note I believe it’s my turn?” 
Lance had completely forgotten about the game they were all playing amidst the utter mortification of Coran and Shiro giving them the sex talk. He cuddled Keith closer, tugging the still grumbling boy upwards until they were eye to eye again rather than Keith stuffing himself under Lance’s arm in an attempt to become one with the floor. 
“Keith!” Allura beamed, clapping her hands together as he finally recovered enough from his embarrassment to make eye contact with her, “Truth or Dare?” 

Lance saw the tell tale signs of his oh-so-predictable boyfriend gearing up to respond with his usual answer of ‘truth’ but he hesitated, eyes flicking over to meet Shiro’s waggling eyebrows, a teasing smile creeping across the older man’s face. Without another trace of thought Keith responded, “Dare.” 
Allura huffed, clearly having been prepared for the truth that was always expected with Keith. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, leaning backwards against Pidge who Lance now noticed was nudging her side. The eager twinkle in Pidge’s eyes as she whispered something into Allura’s ear was concerning, what was even more concerning was the dare that Allura then declared, “I dare you to receive a lap dance from Lance!” 

Keith’s muscles tightened against Lance’s side, Lance felt his own mouth dry as Keith nodded, “Yeah okay.” Lance turned wide eyed to meet Keith’s gaze who was staring sheepishly at him, red faced but looking rather proud of himself. In the background of their shared gaze Allura curiously whispered, “What is a lap dance?” to Pidge, who was giggling too hard to answer her. 
“What are you doing?” Lance hissed, unable to stop himself from smiling at the giddy, flustered smile Keith shot him in response. 
“A dare’s a dare Lancey,” he said, getting to his feet to help Coran set up. 
“Lancey?” Was all Lance could reply with, following Keith to move towards the centre of the room. He was far too distracted by the idea of what was coming to truly track his actions. 

Keith was pushed into a chair by a giggling Allura, having been informed of what she had sentenced the two boys to and looking incredibly proud of herself, albeit a touch flustered. 
Coran pressed play on a track of boppy Altean music at Pidge’s request and Lance let himself relax into it. His eyes fluttered closed as his hips swayed in time with the music, the lyrics in an unknown language but the beats as familiar as the blood in Lance’s veins. He let his eyes open and oh now this he could work with, Keith’s eyes were widened as they tracked the sway of Lance’s hips. 
Lance could see the bob of his Adam’s apple as he blinked owlishly, cheeks already tinged with a dusting of pink. 

“You ready for this Mullet?” Lance winked, swinging his hips further, grinning as Keith tried for a glare and came up with more of a constipated grimace. 

“I hate you,” was Keith’s only response, but the way his eyes snapped from Lance’s face to his hips said otherwise and Lance smirked. 

Ignoring the wolf whistles and laughter of their friends Lance sashayed forward, planting his hands on either arm rest and letting his hips roll towards Keith. He relished in the squawk Keith made in response, the heavy flush now creeping up his boyfriend’s neck and the glare Keith directed at him in an attempt to hide how flustered he really was. 
Lance knew better, “You a little flustered love?” He purred, gently taking Keith’s knees and spreading them so he could slip between much to the amusement of Pidge and Allura, and the horror of Hunk. 
Keith dropped his head into his hands, his blush now so deep that it almost rivalled his earlier embarrassment from Shiro. “I never should have agreed to this,” he groaned and Lance let out a bark of laughter in response, sliding up between Keith’s legs until their faces were aligned. 
“You’re enjoying this come on,” he insisted, nosing at Keith’s jaw until violet eyes poked over the tips of his fingers. 
“I will neither confirm nor deny,” was the grumbled answer Lance received, muffled behind cupped hands which were slowly slipping down Keith’s face to reveal the redness of his cheeks. 

Lance planted his hands on both of Keith’s thighs, pushing himself up to peck Keith on the cheek. Waggling his eyebrows he slipped back down to chest height, leaning an elbow on one of Keith’s legs, and cocking his head to stare up at him, never once stopping the movement of his eyebrows. “Do you think I’m sexy?” he asked, shimmying his shoulders until Keith was giggling, hands slipping off his face to reveal a fond smile. 
“You’re such a dork,” Keith snickered, trying to cup Lance’s cheeks in his hands but Lance slid backwards away from him, snapping his hips upwards in a way he knew caught Keith’s attention - although he didn’t stop laughing. 
“Mmhmm,” Lance hummed, stepping back away from Keith and letting the rhythm settle into his hips yet again, “I’m your dork,” he pointed out and Keith nodded through barely concealed laughter as Lance upped the shimmying to overdramatic swaying from side to side, “Stop laughing Mullet this is a serious matter.” 

“Yeah Keith it’s a serious matter!” Pidge hollered from the sidelines. 
“God Keith!” Shiro bellowed in response and Pidge echoed the sentiment with a follow up, “ God Keith!” 
Keith only laughed harder, trying to pull a serious expression but landing more on pursed lips hiding obvious laughter. 

Lance galloped around the chair with wiggling arms, “How are you not finding this sexy?” He gasped, as though mortally offended. At the lack of verbal response - a snort of laughter hardly counts - he pouted, sliding over the arm of the chair until he was lounging across Keith’s lap, arm thrown over his face melodramatically. 
“Oh it’s so sexy,” Keith scoffed through laughter, grabbing Lance’s face with his hands and smushing his cheeks, “Nerd.” 
“Your nerd,” Lance mumbled through the squish of his cheeks. 

Keith smiled so brightly Lance’s heart skipped a beat, “Yeah,” his voice oozed with fondness. With barely a second to react Lance’s cheeks were released and Keith was tugging Lance forward, their lips meeting with a squeak on Lance’s part. Keith’s fingers were threaded into Lance’s hair and the kiss was long but chaste, conservative in front of their friends but saying everything all the same. 

In that moment, with his boyfriend kissing him through their smiles, his friends cheering and whistling in the background and laughter echoing through the room, Lance felt at home. If he were to do it all again, he wouldn’t change a thing, memory loss and all. This, with Pidge gagging as Keith deepened the kiss and Shiro wolf whistling, Keith’s giggles breaking their lips apart only for him to regain the kiss again and again and again , this was exactly where Lance wanted to be.