#jerome mcclain

Lance, it seemed anyway, was starting to flirt with other people. He’d wink at random girls, flirt with them at parties. He’d hit on cute boys, allow them to hit on him. It was something he hadn’t done since before Keith and him hooked up, around twenty years ago!

As Keith explained this to Shiro he could feel the other becoming tenser. He was waiting for the “I warned you” but it wouldn’t do any good at this point. “Are you sure your not just feeding off Lance’s paranoia,” the white haired male asked as he looked into Keith’s blood shot eyes. 

Yes, it was true, Lance had grown rather paranoid over the years with Keith away. He was afraid Keith would find love else where. But Keith wasn’t imagining things! 

“I’m not. He does it every party lately. When we go to the space mall he does it too, or any coalition thing. I mean... maybe he’s not serious. He doesn’t do it when the kids were around.” That didn’t make it any better! Shiro was rather shocked by all of this, but Keith’s reaction was the most surprising. 

“Keith are you serious? Your just going to brush it off like that?” He raised him better! Okay... .Adam raised him better in this aspect. “No, or course not! But if he,” he couldn’t say the words. A loud sob left his mouth instead. 

Shiro knew what he meant. Pulling Keith closer he kissed his head trying to soothe him the best he could. “Keith he still loves you. He’d start sleeping else where if he was upset.”

Keith shook his head. “He’s been going to bed later than me. When he used to do that I’d be woken  up from him getting on the bed. He’d kiss my cheek and say good night. Id’ either be spooned or he’d shake me awake until I agreed to spoon him.” 

Childish, but Shiro nodded. “And he’s stopped?” Keith looked back up at him. “He doesnt even say goodnight now, let alone cuddle me.” His eyes watered up again as he pushed them away. “He doesn’t hug or kiss me anymore. He doesn’t even try to hold my hand or flirt with me.”

Shiro sighed before running his floating hand through Keith’s extremely long locks. “Maybe his paranoia is getting to him. He might think you’ve already moved on and he should too.” Keith let out a loud wail. “I don’t want to loose my husband! I don’t wanna loose my kids Shiro!” 

Shiro wanted to throttle Lance at this point. He kept his feelings down as he slowly rocked Keith back and forth. “Well Allura is throwing another party tonight, maybe you could talk to him about it.” He doubted Lance was coming back to the room until after the party. 

Keith shook his head. “Why? He’s just going to try and hook up with random girls,” Keith cried. 

But for some reason he allowed Shiro to drag him down to the party when it was time. He was supposed to make an entrance anyway as he was now part of Voltron again. 

But leaving the Blade meant leaving his mom, which added to his pain. 

Now he stood leaning against a wall, sipping whatever Coran created. It started to taste better with each sip. That was until he noticed his husband on the dance floor. And of course, he wasn’t alone. A few different girl from different races were trying to hit it off with him. 

His goofy cocky attitude was showing as he tried to use his “Lover Boy Lance” charm. Tears filled his eyes as he looked around. Olivia was dancing with Amerix by Shay and Hunk, while Jerome was no where to be found. 

That bastard was actually...

A hand clamped down on Keith’s shoulder. “Keith?” He didn’t realize he was crying again. Handing his cup to Shiro he strode out of the castle into the lush grass of whatever planet this was. He’d stopped paying attention. 

Back inside the castle Lance was laughing as he enjoyed the girl’s company before feeling a tap on his shoulder. Figuring it was another girl who wanted to join the party. “Just a moment,” he tried to charm. He had his lover voice in play. 

“Lance.” Uh oh. 

Turning around the other was met with a harsh glare. Adam had his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He looked like he was trying to beam holes in the boy. Shiro was standing behind him with a kinder, but stern stare.  He held two cups filled with “punch” in his hands. 

“Lance what your doing is completly ina,” Adam cut him off. “I’ll spare you the lecture. Take these,” he took the cups from Shiro before forcing them into Lance’s hands. “Now go beg your husband for forgiveness.” He eyed the girls dangerously. 

They backed away before Adam started pushing Lance to the exit. “The hell has gotten into you,” he grumbled before letting Lance walk the rest of the way. 

It didn’t take long to find Keith. He was sitting along the pier edge. It looked to be around an eighty foot drop into jagged rocks and harsh purple waves. 

Fear took over Lance as he set the cups down and wrapped his arms around Keith. The other yelped in surprise before feeling his body being pulled back. “We’re just not going to do that,” Lance commented. 

Keith’s eyes watered at the voice. “Let me go,” he demanded quietly. “I will when we’re far enough away from the edge.” Moving him to the base of a steep hill he ran off to retrieve the cups. 

“Sir, your beverage,” he goofily offered. Keith shook his head, turning to look away from Lance. “I’m not thirsty.” It was a lie, his throat was screaming for liquid. “Oh um... alright.” He reached across Keith to place the cup down before sitting next to him. Taking a sip from his own cup he sighed leaning back. 

“I’d say something about the stars but... we see them everyday. They start to loose their beauty... ya’ know?” Keith grunted softly on understanding. His arms were crossed as he looked down. The tears started to streak down his face. 

Lance frowned a bit. 

He yawned before going to wrap and arm around him. “Don’t.” Okay, maybe not. Keith reached out for Lance’s cup. Before the other could protest Keith was drinking greedily from his cup. 

“Um... I got you your own cup.” He laughed a bit. “What, you think it’s poisoned or something,” he joked. “Cheaper and easier than divorce.” Lance’s face fell. Moving Keith’s hair out of his face he was a bit shocked. Keith peered up at him with blood shot purple eyes. His face was soaked from hours of crying. 

“Don’t touch me,” he mumbled. Pulling his arm away Lance felt himself start to cry. “Keith I would never try to poison you, see?” He reached over for Keith’s cup. Taking it he drank slowly. “It’s fine. Adam poured them anyway.” 

Keith threw his cup. “Are you fucking kidding me Lance? You really don’t care, do you,” he roared. Tears were gushing down his face. Lance sat up in shock. “What did I do?” Keith’s eyes were starting to turn Galra as he looked over at the other. 

 “W...What did you do?” He shoved his braid aside to see Lance’s face better. “What did you do? Your fucking cheating on me! You don’t love me anymore, but you can’t just tell me you want a divorce? I left my mom’s side to be with you! 

“I thought you actually loved me for years Lance! You were my first real boyfriend, I gave you my virginity you prick! A...And all you can say... is ‘What... did I do?’.” Keith brought his hands to his face as he sobbed miserably. “I’m keeping the kids. I could care less whee you go, but they are staying with me.” 

Lance felt his heart shattering. “Keith, hey.” His voice was soft. He refused to let the other push him away. “Let me go,” Keith screamed. “Keith would you shut up for two minutes! Can I explain myself?”

Keith looked up in disbelief. “Explain why your cheating on me? I’ve been that awful to you? Really Lance?” Lance huffed softly. “Okay for starters I’m not cheating on you! I may have been flirting... a lot. It really has nothing to do with you.” 

Keith looked at him in utter confusion. “What?” He wasn’t protesting to the touch at this point. He needed it, it felt so familiar too. “Well...I just... I always feared you’d find someone better in space.” Keith cut him off. “Is this about Acxa again?” 

The other shook his head. “No, your gay, I know. But I... I feel like there are Galran men that can take care of you better than me. That can make you feel better, and I know we don’t... that... often but... I just. I guess I just needed to reassure myself I’m also still date able, in case you ever leave me?” 

He sighed looking down. “Now that I’m saying this out loud it sounds.... so stupid.” Keith shoved him a bit. “Cause it is.” He curled into his knees, leaning angrily against Lance. “So you won’t kiss me, say goodnight... or cuddle me because you think I’m leaving you? Thought I left my mother’s side for you, for our family. Olivia was in there tonight Lance. What if she saw you?” 

Lance frowned a bit. “I... I really don’t know Keith. I’m sorry. I just felt like our love had gone.” Keith suddenly sat up. “You don’t love me anymore?” Hands instantly grabbed onto him again, he pulled his husband back into a hug. 

“No! Well... Keith you are the longest I’ve been in a relationship with. They used to last a few months but we rushed into way too much shit, we’ve been through hell and back and... I miss you. I love you.”

Keith sobbed softly. “Then act like it! Stop just going with your paranoia and look at reality! I came back for you, I wanted to be with my family. Do you really think I’m out there doing some random guy?”

Lance shook his head, “Of course not. Your not like that. Your,” Keith finished his sentence. “Trustable?” Lance’s mouth closed as he nodded slowly. “Starting to click?” He nodded again, looked more pained than before. “I thought you were too. But.. I guess you never really changed.” 

After a few moments he apologized. “I’m sorry. That was childish, you never acted like this during our what, two decades of marriage.” The last part was meant to sting a little. “Keith it was nothing serious. I promise, I love you.” He began to unbraid the long hair. 

“Stop,” Keith mumbled softly. His heart was aching. “No,” was Lance’s reply. Untangling the long locks, he began to massage Keith’s scalp. “You braid too tight.” The black paladin shook his head. “Please stop hurting me. Your just leading me on now.” 

He started to giggle when he felt a finger playing under his chin. “Pulling back he huffed in annoyance. He looked exhausted. “Lance.” The red paladin followed him back, pinning him to the grass. 

“Keith I’m not leading you on. I’ll stop, I promise. Before you say it, I know, I know, I shouldn’t have been flirting in the first place. I should have came to you about my fears. But don’t ever tell me I’m leading you on.” 

He moved to Keith’s ear. “You thought that our first time, was I serious then? You have two children and a ring on your finger. I don’t want to hurt you, I love you too much honey.” He kissed softly down Keith’s face to his neck. Keith giggled despite trying to stay mad, the kisses were too light. 

“Lahance, we’re in public!” He tired to push the other away, but it was no use. “What... it’s not like I’m... tickling you.” Keith’s eyes widened. “Don’t you-- DHAHAhehehre! Ehehe! N-Nhahao!” He started to laugh helplessly ask Lance tickled the his sides. The spandex was doing little to protect him. 

“Lance sthhahahp it! Shahaome one chchaould see us!” He gasped when Lance’ started to remove his armor. “Lhahance!” The other smirked as he continued. Keith wasn’t doing much to stop him, maybe he wanted to be tickled. 

He didn’t try to escape until Lance started working on his boots. “N-No! Lance get away from my feet,” he cried. “Keith seriously?’ The other nodded. “Finle I’ll just tickleeee... right... here!” He dove into Keith’s belly earning a mix of hiccups, squeals, snorts, and strangled heretical laughter. “Ghehet ahahahawahahay frhahaom mehehe yhahaou pervert!” 

Lance chuckled before moving in closer to the kill zone. He could feel the panic coming off of Keith as he screamed in laughter, rocking from side to side. His hands were blocking his ribs, which intern blocked Lance from his destination. 

“Ah, ah, ah, Keithy! Honey bun, love of my life, my ticklish little kitten,” he teased. Keith’s face turned a shade darker of red before he started to kcik his feet out. “Sthahahap it,” he cried. 

They both knew where Lance wanted to be. “S-Sthahahap! Yahhahaou knhow hahahaow ticklish I am,” Keith cried. Lance nodded in delight. “Oh yes I do. Now let’s just move these.” He lifted Keith’s arms to the grass above his dark locks. Bringing his head down, Lance grinned. 

“N--No,” Keith cried This was going to tickle like something awful. 

“Pffft!” Keith shrieked with laughter as Lance blew a raspberry into his underarm. “L-Lhahahance I’m gahahanonahaha pee! Sthahap it!” The younger pulled up with a quizical look. “Really, are you?” Keith nodded, fear and desire in his eyes. “Your eyes say your lying to me Keith. Besides, my Keithy loves to be tickled into a giggling puddle of goo.” 

Keith whimpered softly as Lance’s head came down for his other armpit. “Sthahap, dhon’t!” He was giggling in anticipation. But it never came. Sudenly five fingers were digging into each armpit earning worse laughter than before. 

Keith’s voice was starting to break as he screamed and begged to be let go. But Lance was enjoying himself. “Okay, Ohahahaokay!” He didn’t know what lance wanted from him. “Sthahap! I’m ghahahahaood!” 

The other stopped, resting his hands in the area. kisses were planted all over Keith’s panting, smiling face. “Did that feel nice,” Lance teased. Keith nodded a bit, giggling. Gathering Keith’s armor, he re dressed the other before carrying him bridal style back into the castle.   

The girls from before were a little shocked to see Lance holding a man, especially when that man was giggling like he was drunk. The blush on his face didn’t help. Adam tapped Shiro’s arm, glaring at the two. Bouncing Amerix slightly, Shiro was a little shocked to see Keith so happy. 

Walking past Coran, Lance leaned forward. “Can we be excused for the rest of the night?” The other was a bit shocked before nodding. “Why?” Lance nodded to Keith. “We need some bonding time,” he lied. 

He was going to tickle Keith senseless, just how he liked it when they were alone. Coran nodded before the two lovers scampered off. 

“Papa take the kids outside,” Lance’s mother spoke softly to her husband. He nodded before lifting the two grand kids and exiting the room. Veronica slumped down in front of their hands and leaned into her brother. “Lance give it time. They’ll revive the baby,” she soothed. The nurse hadn’t said what went wrong, she merely stated that the infant died a few moments after birth, and the surrogate was clinging to life.  

Her husband had rushed off to help or at least see her, leaving the large family alone in their devastation.  Lance just shook his head sobbing, his fingers clamped Keith’s firmly. He was scared. It certainly didn’t help his husband wasn’t even blinking!

“Keith,” Krolia spoke soothingly. “Keith you have to be calm.” He was hearing her, but he couldn’t accept what was happening. Just moments ago he was super excited and nervous to meet the newest addition to his family. “Your mother is right.” Lance’s mother had been listening. “I know it’s hard honey but you both need to be strong. For them.” She offered her son-in-law and son a soft smiled before kissing Lance’s chocolaty locks.

It felt like hours had past, thought it could have been merely half of one. Finally the room door opened again. A different nurse stood before them. His white long sleeve rolled up to right before his elbow. His blue t-shirt and scrubs hanging a bit lose. He looked tired.

His face brought fear to both dads before a smile broke out on his face. “Mr. and Mr. McClain,” he asked. Lance looked at him with wide eyes, as Keith continued to stare at the floor. “Would you like to see your baby?” Silent shock and joy spread throughout the room.

The Cuban boy slowly climbed to his feet, his legs a tad shaky. Arms grabbed his as his mother smiled, helping him to to door. “Keith,” he had stopped them. “Keith are you coming?” The shock from before stuck with him, he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Keith,” Shiro shook his leg slightly. Nothing. He tipped his head up, tears were gushing down his face as he bit his lip. “Dude you scared us,” he laughed as the smaller threw his arms around his brother. The sight brought a little pain to Krolia’s heart, but she smiled anyway. She’d see the child soon enough, it was only right for Shiro to escort Keith.

She said nothing as the former paladin aided her son down the hall. “You didn’t want to go?” Her eyes met Adam’s as he sat beside her. “It was only right for Shiro to take him.” She sighed softly. “After all, he raised him to become the man he is today.” Adam wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Your a good mother Krolia, and now a good grandmother.” She choked on a slight sob, gaining the attention of the room’s inhabitants.

Soon multiple arms and hands touched her as her son’s new family embraced her.

“Have you two chosen a name,” Mrs. McClain asked as she let go of her son. Lance looked to Keith, who smiled. “Uh yeah.” The rub on his back confirmed his choice. “For either gender,” Shiro quickly clarified. Keith nodded. “Yeah.” Peering into the room, they watched as the nurse walked through isles of infants to find theirs.

He stopped in the back corner, just barely in view. Bending down he slowly pulled back up before walking back to the door, a pink blanket in his arms. “Kassandra,” Keith mussed softly. Lance pulled his husband closer, leaving both parental figures to watch. Finally reaching the parents the nurse smiled. “Normally we keep them under surveillance but she seemed to pop back like nothing ever happened. She just started breathing again,” he smiled passing the baby along to her parents.

Keith shakily took the bundle, tears swelling in his eyes. Lance shifted slightly so that his hand was in the middle of Keith’s back, the other on his own mouth. Tears filled wide eyes as he watched the squirming child. “Wait so she just came back to life,” Shiro asked in confusion. “Yeah, it was a miracle if I’ve ever seen one. We ran some tests and she was fine. We’d like to keep her a while longer though.” Keith wasn’t listening, he was admiring every feature.

"To the bathroom and to check on Jerome real quick," out if all the names in the world Lance had to choose Jerome. Not that it was a bad name, no not at all. Keith rather liked, it was old. But he felt that Jerome should have been named something like Kevin or something, he didn’t look like a Kevin though. Standing up he started he journey. Lance looked boredly at the tv as he flicked through the channels, until something caught his eye. Not touching the remote again, he watched the bright colors of the cartoon. It had been one he used to watch as a kid, he was surprised it was still airing, it had to be older than his sister. "Really Lance," Keith had finished his mission. "A kids cartoon," he asked skeptically. "Yeah. I used to watch this as a kid," he was now sitting up facing the tv. Keith looked at the screen once more before shaking his head. It was like being married to a damn child half the time. Sitting down he wrapped his blanket around his body. "It's literally just this animal thing that gets into trouble each episode," Keith curled up against Lance studying the pictures on the screen. "It’s rather creepy," Lance scoffed offendly. "How dare you! It’s a classic from the early 90's," Keith rolled his eyes. "Uh huh," he kisses Lance on the cheek before situating back in his spot. " All is forgiven," Keith snorted a bit at the comment. Watching the tv an idea hit Lance as the mad doctor had captured the animal like creature. He had him tied down and a large saw was about to cut him open. Only it didn’t, it tickled. He was laughing and crying his head off...rather creepily. Lance smirked, his hand resting on Keith's side. " Besides don't you like creepy? You watch those damn cop shows where they go over how some died," Keith shrugged. "Depends," he jumped slightly when a ticklish sensation spread through his side. "Lance stop," he warned nuzzling his head into the other's side.

"H-Hey! Kehehith," Keith smirked. "Dont tickle me and I wont tickle you," Lance blushed. How did he know that was on purpose? "I don’t think so Keithyboy," Keith was pushed back into the couch giggling as ten fingers descended onto his firm tummy. "Ehhhehehhe! Lhahahance stop it," He was now cold. "Leheheht mhehehe ghahahaoooooo," Lance grinned evilly before moving to his husbands sides.”Aw can my big, bad hubbie not take a few tickles,” Lance teased earning a blush from Keith. “Or does my kitty love to be tickled,” he asked, smirking when Keith’s blush increased. “S-Shhuhhahaht up,” he giggled trying to push Lance’s hands off him. “Ah, ah, ah. I don’t think so,” he said dodging the hands while still tickling every area available on Keith’s body. “Coochie, coochie, coo,” Keith thre his head back and screamed when Lance hit his under arms. “N-Nhat therhehehere! L-Lahahance sthahp thehehasing,” Lance new he was making the sensation worse for his poor hostage but… he really didn’t care. This was simply adorable! Keith snorted and squeaked each time he’d switch tickling tactics. Even with his arms pinned to his side lance could still maneuver enough motion to keep the half galra mad.

A small boy tossed and turned on a rather large mattress. Little noises of discomfort escaping his mouth as he slept. This gained the attention of a certain wolf who looked over from his side of the bed. As another whimper escaped the small boy Kosmo brought his head closer in an attempt to comfort him through nuzzling. It almost worked… until a scream rang out through the house, probably loud enough for Kultinecker to hear from his little barn outside. Kosmo was on high alert, climbing on top of Jerome who jumped from the sound. Another scream rang out, it didn’t sound painful but it sounded like his Keith. Jumping off the bed Kosmo sprinted down the stairs before a flash of light indicated he teleported. Jerome looked around the dark room, his little cow night light doing little to fight of his fears of what could be in the dark. The noise from downstairs wasn’t stopping and he was growing more and more scared, he no longer had his friend to protect him.

He could call for his daddy or papi but what if that was them screaming? Who was screaming? Was there someone in the house? Flashbacks from his nightmare came rushing up. He let out a yelp and held his stuffed elephant tight, eyes squeezed shut at the thought. “No Lance! Get away from-- EEE,” he heard by his door. The sound of heavy footsteps pounding about mixed with his parents yells did little to calm him. Looking over at his little alarm clock he noticed it was pretty late. Well late for him. It was eleven thirty at night. Mustering up his courage Jerome took his elephant and baby blanket and tentatively made his way out of his room. “Dada,” he called softly. He waited a minute before continuing to walk. “Papi,” he tried again still walking. When he made it to the stairs he could hear the sound a bit better, it was laughter. Confused but still scared the four year old made his way slowly down the stairs. Upon reaching the living room he was met with the look of annoyance by Kosmo, who was just laying on the dining room part of the connected rooms’ floor.

Looking over he saw his papi sitting on the back of his dad’s calves tickling his bare thighs. “L-Lhahahheheance sthahahp,: Keith giggled hysterically. His eyes were watering from tears. He had escaped before, why didn’t he make a better break for it? Why didn’t he fight back? Questions he asked himself before Lance managed to pin him back to the couch. He jerked his head up when Lance started tickling his inner thighs. “AhA! Not thehehere,” he bucked a bit before slamming his face into the couch cushion below them. “Aw I’m sorry, does this tickle,” Lance asked with a fake sympathetic voice. “L-Lahahance seriously! Nahahaha! E-Ehahase up a bit plhehehase,” Keith did love bonding moments like this, especially when they involve physical contact but there was only so much one man could take. “Alright, alright,” Lance stopped, both still oblivious to the child in the room. “Heh… heheh…. You suck,” Keith could feel the smirk on Lance’s lips. “And you--,” Keith cut him off. “Don’t. Idiot, let me up,” he asked. Wel rather demanded.

“Why would I do that sweetheart, kitty, princess, Keithyboy, mullet, love of my life,” wow he knew how to get Keith flustered. “Because you love me and have tormented me enough for one night,” the small Cuban boy wanted to say something but it was late and he was still tired, the sense of fear leaving. He stood on the tile by Kosmo just watching in a zombie like daze. “It’s not torment when you looooovvveee it,” Lance giggled wiggling one finger on each side of Keith’s sides. “Ahahaheheh! Ah-- Lahahnce,” Keith giggled softly. Stopping Lance stood up before rolling his husband over. During the flip Keith noticed the boy standing in the room and nearly jumped. He loved his son but the kid could freak him out and starel him sometimes. “Jerome help me,” he cried out as a last resort. Lance looked over his shoulder and noticed the small boy standing with his blanket pressed to his nose. “Oh shoot, did we wake you,” Jerome nodded a little.

Lance frowned before looking at Keith who was watching him with fearful eyes. A smirk played on his face. “No Lance d-d-- aha,” Keith bucked when Lance dove back into his armpits. “EHhahahahaha! N-Not thehehre! Not theheheree! Bhahaby help me,” Keith laughed helplessly kicking his legs as Lance straddled his waist. Jerome observed the scene in front of him. The idea seeming both like a game which excited his small mind, but also he was tired and … eh just blanked out. “N-No! Lhaha-- ahahaha,” Keith had given up as Lance lifted his arms over his head and began blowing raspberries on the clothed area. Jerome walked forward slowly before tugging gently on his papi’s shirt. Nose still to blanket he looked up with big blue eyes. Lance stopped and smirked down at his son. “You shouldn’t have done that Jerome,” he said crawling off of Keith. Jerome giggled groggily, moving backwards slowly. Kosmo was on high guard, this was a pup. A pup he had claimed. You harm his pup, you die.

Keith was giggling still on the couch, a hand over his face. Looking over he smiled, well with intention, at the sight before him. “Cause now… the tickle monster… is gonne eat you,” he yelled before grabbing ahold of the shrieking child Kosmo stood up but Keith clapped his hands gaining his attention. Lance stopped before looking over his shoulder, a wave of nervousness hit him. “He’s not hurting him,” Keith assured. The space wolf retreated back to his spot on the cool tile before Lance looked at Keith. Keith just glared at him before his attention returned to Jerome. “Any way, as I was saying….  The tickle monster has you now little boy,” Lance let out and evil laugh before placing the the dark haired child on the floor and tickling his tummy. Jerome squealed and kicked his legs out of reflex, his blankey and elephant lost in the battle. Small pudgy hands attempted to grab aged, but young, semi- chubby hands. “Rawr,” Lance hoolard bring his head down and lifting the large t-shirt. “I’m gonna eat you up little boy,” Jerome shook his head before suddenly bursting into a fit of loud laughter. Keith rolled his eyes, finally breathing normally again. It was time he joined in. “No one eats my baby,” he yelled over the child’s shrill screams.

Lance jumped when Keith’s fingers found his sides. “Ahaha! K-Keieith,” he giggled stopping his attack. Jerome giggled still despite the tickling stopping. “I think the tickle monster needs a taste of his own medicine, huh,” Keith asked smiling mischievously at the four year old. Jerome shared the same look before crawling onto his papi’s mostly crossed legs. “O-Oh nohohohhahaha,” Lance there his head back as Jerome started moving his small pudgy fingers along his tummy. Keith liked wearing Lance’s old shirts to bed along with boxer briefs. Jerome wore Keith’s old shirts from before he and his mom lied on the space whale for two years and typically just wore his underwear. During winter though Keith’s made him wear pants. Lance prefered to sleep in not just a long sleeve and pants but a robe… which stopped after the first night he tried to sleep with Keith like that. Too much heat, no cuddles, sad Lance, cranky Keith. However tonight he had on a thin t-shirt, and sleeping shorts, neither of which were doing him any good.

He jumped when Keith started poking under his arms. “N-Nnahahahat thahaht,” he shook his head. “Get ‘em daddy, get ‘em,” the small boy giggled just watching his parents now. He moved of his father’s lap as it was becoming unstable from his reactions to pull away. “Not this? Okay… how about,” Keith quickly grabbed Lance’s exposed ankle, pinning it down he started scribling along the soft soles. “S-Shhhhahahahahaha! K-Keieiehahahahahahaththheheh, nhot thheheheret! Nhohtoht thehehere” he cried desperately. Dark brown locks lay scattered on the tan, wooly carpet as he fell over. “Should have thought about that before trying to make a snack of my baby,” Keith teased  scratching under the ball’s of Lance’s foot. A mole his a very ticklish spot Keith knew all too well. “C-Chohohjmehehe on! I- Didhahahah! I didn’t thhahhahahickle yhohour fheheht,” he rsquirmed trying to dislodge his foot from his husband’s hands.

Jerome smiled in amusement, holding his elephant close. Keith smirked, “Jerome, does Ellie think we should let pa-- I mean the tickle monster go,” Jerome thought for a moment before looking at his giggling father. He nodded. Keith immediately stopped, dramatically pulling his hands away. “You two,” Lance panted. “Are evil,” Keith glared. “Says the one who tickled me for like an hour straight in all my worst spots. You only lasted about ten minutes,” Lance sat up in defense. “I did not get all your worst spots, but I can if you’d like,” Keith pulled his feet away leaning back. “Don’t you dare,” they weren’t truly fighting per say, but it was close enough to Jerome. He frowned and covered his ears, what he would normally do when the two fought. Keith and Lance both hated it but sometimes discussing feelings and topics weren’t easy. But it would normally stop because Keith would typically start crying because he hates upsetting Lance, and even more so their child… and he actually doesn’t take being yelled at very well. The fights don’t last long unless Keith’s still yelling through his tears but then much family cuddles and typically movie night happen.