#implied shklance

Lance was, without a doubt, the most annoying person Keith had ever had the displeasure to know. Keith slammed his palm against the shower wall, hot water running down his head along his back as he revisited for the umpteenth time their interaction on the training deck while they were all practicing against the flying drones… Lance’s oh-so-casual smirk as he’d loosed three shots from his bayard that had taken out four drones, and one he hadn’t even been looking at.

And then, most infuriatingly of all, he’d winked at Keith.

Keith shoved his hands back in his wet hair and faced the hot spray. He wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off of Lance’s face and would easily do so on the mat but Shiro had felt him losing his cool and put a stop to that right away, hand solid on Keith’s shoulder but addressing them all as he did so. “Good work team, let’s wrap it up for the day. Time to hit the showers.”

Lance had smacked Hunk on the shoulder, still grinning that damnable smirk, as he’d followed Hunk out of the training room but Shiro kept his hand on Keith’s shoulder, possessive. He pitched his voice low when he spoke, though everyone else was already out of the room. “Are we going to have a problem?”

They already had a problem – brown hair, blue eyes and a saucy grin – but that wasn’t what Shiro was asking, exactly, his tone pitched like that, meant for the two of them alone.

“No sir,” Keith forced out between clenched teeth, and after a too-long moment Shiro lifted his hand and let Keith leave.