âi love the way you touch meâŚâ
Keith looked quizzically at the other, violet hues narrowed a bit. He had been sitting next to Hunk in the kitchen, the other paladins off doing their own thing. He had offered to help Hunk cook dinner for the night, though Keith didnât know how to cook to save his life. Of course, it was just an excuse. He had brought a gloved hand to the otherâs dark hair, gently stroking it, when Hunk had made the statement. Blushing a bit, he drew his hand back. âYou mean like I just did, or are you talking something elseâŚ.?â
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âHmm, well, he told me I was a horrendous kisser and I was never going to get laid, so, I donât really care much for his opinion.â His eyes narrowed a bit into a glare. He should have known that Lance would just use it as an opportunity to make fun of him, but Keith was naive and always willing to learn, so. It had bit him in the ass in the end, but at least he had gotten a little more practice than he would have, and learned a bit more than he had expected to learn during his time in space. It was nice, because despite being in the middle of a war, they still had hormones.Â
He smiled though at the kiss, snapping out of the memory, giving the other a nudge with his hip. âYou shouldnât be trusting me to help you cook, then. You know youâre a genius chef, and IâmâŚ.not.â He pointed out, waving the knife nonchalantly, before going back to the job assigned to him by Hunk Garrett. He succeeded, cutting them perfectly, listening to what the other was saying before he hummed, grabbing the cutting board full of veggies and turning to Hunk.Â
âWhere do you want these, babe?â He was glad he had done a decent job, especially because they didnât exactly look like Earth veggies. Some were weird shapes and it was hard to cut them evenly, but he had done his best and that was what mattered and he was rather proud of it. âI think the others are going to be excited weâre cooking for them.â Though some of them might not eat it if they knew Keith had helped.Â
âEven genius chefs need a hand in the kitchen. âNo man is an islandâ as someone once said.â Hunkâs voice was muffled by the cabinet he currently had his head and shoulders buried in. âAh-ha.â Extracting himself from the cabinet, he set the bottle heâd been hunting down on the countertop. âUnless of course that âhandâ is the one who keeps moving parts of my spice collection around to random cabinets...â Hunk turned to look at Keithâs perfectly cut veggies and grinned. âYou can put them in that big bowl over there and mix them for me, if you donât mind.â He went back to his sauce and shook out some of the new spice into it, stirring and taste testing. âOf course they will, but youâd better be prepared, Coran will be super jealous of your perfect veggie slicing abilities.âÂ












