cuddling for warmth
Klancemas ‘21 day 17
It’s fucking cold. Like really fucking cold. Like if the team doesn’t arrive within the next ten minutes Lance may end up losing a few toes and some fingers. It’s really fucking cold.
Keith glares at him, even though it’s his own fault they’re in this situation in the first place. Running straight out into an open plain of ice was not the brightest decision his teammate has ever had. And then there was Lance tackling Keith before his head could get shot off, and the force of the tackle caused the ice to shatter under them and now they’re trapped in an underground cave-hole-thing that the ice had concealed. Keith sprained or broke his leg upon impact. Lance did his best to brace it, using his and Keith’s bayard transformed into their respective weapons and ripping off some material from his bodysuit.
Lance’s teeth chatter; he rubs his hands up and down his arms like he’s trying to start a fire. He wishes he could start a fire. But ice and dirt and rocks aren’t a great fuel source unfortunately. “Maybe we should take off our clothes. You know, survival 101.”
“Did you just mis-quote Twilight at me?” Keith asks, eyes narrowed.
Lance bites back a shiver, smirking. “The fact that you know that’s from Twilight reveals a lot more than you want, buddy.”
Rolling his eyes, Keith never actually denies it but instead slightly changes the topic to throw it back on Lance. “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just said so. And not make it weird.”
Shrugging, Lance says, “I didn’t want to accidentally hurt your leg.”
“Come over here, dumbass.”
Lance scowls at him but complies. He really doesn’t want to freeze to death so he has no other choice. He situates himself on the opposite side of Keith from his broken/sprained leg. Crossing his arms, he accidentally brushes against Keith in the process, almost jumping back. Lance tries to play it off as a shiver.
“Why are you getting so weird about this? Get closer.” Keith practically manhandles Lance and Lance yelps at the sudden tug. He almost lands face first into Keith’s lap, which is not something he ever wants happening without asking Keith out on a date first. He is a gentleman after all.
Warmth spreads across his face, and while he is truly embarrassed now snuggled into Keith’s side, his arm over Lance’s waist, hand flat on his hip, he welcomes the new heat source Keith’s body provides. But his own body betrays him when he finds himself laying his head on Keith’s shoulder, lips inches away from his jaw. His long hair is cold and stiff.
“Better?” Keith asks after a moment.
“Yeah,” Lance begrudgingly mutters. “I didn’t know you were a furnace.”
“Galra genes.”
“Lucky duck.”
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Keith suddenly says, laying a warm hand on Lance’s face, thumb resting just below his eye. Lance opens his eyes, not realizing he closed them.
“I won’t,” Lance promises. Which is the absolute truth. Everywhere Keith touches him, Lance’s body erupts in fire. He may never be able to sleep again. He’s not sure how he’ll survive this.
The cold and frostbite he will survive, for sure; the team can’t be far behind by now.
But cuddling with Keith? Yeah, he’s never recovering from that.
