#HUMAN EPITOME OF OJO

[everykindofnerd13]

Home, Home Where You Belong.

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“Oh, it means, beautiful...” Lance explained.

“What language is that?”

“Spanish, duh,” Keith blushed harder.

“Is true what they say about Spanish?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is it uh, is it a romantic language?”

“I dunno, I think so, but it’s just as easy to make sound romantic as stupid, so I guess that’s up for you to decide.”

“I think I’ll need to hear it more then.”

“Alright then, what should I say?”

“Whatever you want,”

“Tus ojos son como el océano,”

“Oh, wow, um, more, I need to hear more than one sentence.”

“Ellos son profundos, oscuros y hermosos,”

“Hm, again,” Lance began to smile.

“Me impresionas,”

“More,”

“Recuerdas el agua, salvaje, libre e indomable, extremadamente peligrosa pero aún necesaria,”

“Woah, that was long, that was, yeah, I think Spanish is a romantic language.”

“Well, that may be because of what I was saying.”

“What do you mean?”

Lance felt his confidence crumbling, but he pushed forward anyway.

“I wasn’t saying just anything that came to mind, or well, I was, but it wasn’t just an everyday sentence.”

“Well what did you say?”

“A few things...”

“Well what did you say first?”

“Um... Your eyes remind me of the ocean.”

“Oh, and then...?”

“They’re, deep, dark and beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you... next...”

“MmmmMmm, I said uh, You amaze me,”

“Wow, thanks, and after that...?”

“.... You remind me of water, wild, free, and untameable, extremely dangerous but still needed.” Keith’s blush darkened further, and so did Lance’s. He tried to keep his eyes on Keith, tried to read his expression as much as possible. He didn’t look angry, or disgusted, he didn’t look upset.

“Well um, 당신은 아름답습니다...”

“Woah!” Lance’s eyes widened in surprise and wonder.

“What?” Keith looked terrified. Lance shook his head and grabbed either side of Keith’s face with his hands.

“That was amazing! What language was that?” Lance asked, and Keith laughed.

“Oh, um, that was Korean.” Lance looked completely mesmerized.

“You know Korean?” He asked.

“Um, kind of, my dad spoke Korean sometimes, so I knew most of the language when I was a kid, but after he left, it started to slip, I didn’t need to know Korean, I lived in the US after all.” Lance looked at Keith amazed for a moment.

“Well what do you say?” He asked, and Keith giggled at his excitement.

“I said, you’re beautiful.” he explained. Lance smiled wider before his expression softened and his hands fell to cradle Keith’s jaw.

“Muy Guapo...” he muttered, his voice so adoring, Keith’s heart lurched.

“What?”

“Very Handsome...”

“Oh...” Keith knew he was blushing, but decided to ignore it, instead focused on the beautiful blue eyes trained on his face.

“It’s true y’know. You’re so handsome...” Keith finally looked away, the embarrassment outweighing his own selfish desires to see Lance’s face.

“No look at me,” Lance lifted Keith’s chin, “You are so incredibly handsome, with your inky black hair that stands stark out against your beautiful pale skin, and your violet eyes that just look like all my dreams encased into one tiny little part of a perfect human. The purple like space, after my dreams of being a pilot, the depth like the ocean, my second favorite place in the universe, and that intensity, like myself, overbearing, but different because they are strong, they are scarred, and they are still standing.” Keith get his breath hitch at Lance’s little speech, and he grabbed one of Lance’s wrists, nuzzling into his palm. He opened his eyes and stared into Lance’s bright blue ones.

“I think you’re handsome too. In fact, you’re the epitome of a handsome man in my eyes. Just listen,” Keith brought his other hand up and wrapped it around Lance’s neck, running his fingers through the little poeicesnof hair at the bottom of his hairline. “First, your skin, god Lance, your skin. It’s so dark, and tan, you have this incredible natural glow, like you’re constantly sun-kissed, it’s amazing. Then your freckles, they’re so faint, but they’re there, and when we’re in just the perfect lighting, they’re obvious, and it makes my heart flutter, cause they’re so cute. Then you’re hair, it’s so fluffy, and soft, and it’s this perfect shade of dark brown that reminds me of dark chocolate. Next your height. Lance, you are so tall. It’s incredibly hot, like seriously, how are girls not just throwing themselves at you! And last, but certainly not least, your eyes, your quiznaking eyes Lance. They’re so blue. I went to the beach once when I was little, I can’t remember it very well, all I can remember is the gorgeous color of the ocean, and oh my god, Lance, your eyes are the same color. They’ve even got the same effect as the waves. They start out dark green in the very center, like the horizon line of the ocean, then they go to the bright blue color, but you’ve also got dark blue lines in there with it, and last, the outer ring is almost white, they’re stunning, I can’t even handle it sometimes.” Lance and Keith were staring into each other’s eyes now, only inches apart, then suddenly they both leaning in until their foreheads and noses were touching, and Lance took in a breath.

“Is this okay?” He asked, and was met by a simple, but needy nod, before leaning forward and connecting his lips with Keith’s. It was soft, slow, and steady. Like nothing Keith had ever experienced. He pressed closer to Lance, trying to get closer, and when he realized, Lance helped. He grabbed Keith by the hips, lifting and pulling him into his lap. He rested his hands easily on Keith’s waist, while Keith wrapped his arms around Lance’s shoulders, playing with the little hairs on the back of his neck. Eventually, they were forced to pull away for air, but they kept their foreheads rested together as they took in deep breaths.

After a while, both boys opened their eyes, and were met by the striking blue and mesmerizing purple they’d been complimenting just minutes before. Lance’s face broke out into a grin and Keith lightly smiled back.

“Hey.” Lance whispered and Keith let out a breathy laugh.

“Hey,” he answered, his smile widening.

“So,” Lance leaned back to rest his head on the wall then wrapped his arms completely around Keith’s waist, pulling him closer, “that happened.”

“Indeed it did,” Keith responded.

“Is that okay?” Lance asked

“More than okay.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Maravilloso.”

“Dan.”

“What?”

“That means sweet in Korean, my dad used to call candy dans.”

“Oh, well, in Spanish we call sweet, Keith.”

Keith punched Lance lightly in the chest.

“Don’t.”

“Okay,”

“What do you actually say?”

“Huh?”

“What do you say instead of sweet?”

“Oh, dulce.”

“I’ve heard that before! Don’t they use that word in a starbucks drink or something?”

Lance burst out laughing, causing Keith to blush and lightly slap him again.

“Hush! I didn’t get out much on earth!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, that was just, really funny, but yes, they use a lot of Spanish words at Starbucks, Italian too.”

“Hm, interesting, sounds kind of stupid.”

“It is, and their coffee isn’t even that good!”

“I thought they were famous for coffee?”

“They are! But it’s not that good!”

“Could you make better?”

“Absolutely! My sister has a cappuccino maker in the kitchen at home, and I act as an at-home barista to my entire family.” Lance sighed.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just realised that... well, Mariana and Mateo probably would have been allowed coffee by now, and they’ve probably carved their initials, and I wasn’t there for any of it...” Keith’s expression softened and he moved his hands to cup Lance’s jaw.

“Well, if you’ll let me, you can make me my first ever cup of coffee and you can be there when I carve my initials.” Lance’s eyes lit up and he wrapped his arms around Keith’s torso, tugging him in for a signature McClain hug. Keith’s eyes sparkled as he squeezed Lance back.

“I’ll definitely let you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.”

“We sound like Hazel Grace and Augustus.”

“Who?”

“Hazel Grace and Augustus! From The Fault In Our Stars?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve never seen The Fault in our Stars!?”

“No...?”

“Oh my god!”

Lance went on to tell Keith basically the entire plot of the movie, before laying back on the bed and cuddling up for a while.

“I am still star struck.” Lance muttered after a few minutes. Keith chuckled into his chest.

“Me too.” He answered.

“What did you do for a whole day out here?” He asked, and Lance practically shot up, jostling Keith and extracting a small whine from the comfortable boy.

“Pidge downloaded games on my lion! You wanna play!?” He questioned excitedly and Keith chuckled, slowly standing. As he stood, he could feel the wait of his armour in his chest and wondered how he and Lance had managed to be comfortable for that hour they layed in the bed.

“Uh yeah, sure, but I’m, do you think I could run back to the castle and change?”

“Oh! Um, if you need clothes you can wear some of mine, I packed a few pairs.”

“I don’t think I’ll fit in your clothes...” Keith admitted reluctantly, and Lance practically giggled at the revelation, his clothes would fit big on Keith and he was so excited to see it.

“I brought some sweats, you can wear those since they have a draw string, and one of my sweaters or something.” He explained and Keith laughed at his enthusiasm but nodded. Lance jumped and grabbed his bag, pulling out a pair of sweats and a blue t-shirt. He tossed it to Keith then grabbed some other stuff, turning to face away from Keith, who quickly did the same.

Once changed, they sat down jumbled in a pile, content to play video games when suddenly there was a call coming through Lance’s comm. He huffed when he saw the Voltron logo colored green flashing on his screen but answered anyway, his friends were probably worried. He answered the call, the arm he had wrapped around Keith’s waist being removed and he slid to the floor to sit between Keith’s legs, looking up at the screen from the ground. The call loaded for a second while it connected, then suddenly, Pidge, Hunk and Shiro were on his lion’s screen, their worried expressions prominent.

“Lance!” Both Pidge and Hunk shouted simultaneously, and Lance and Keith both flinched at the sound.

“Well, I’m awake,” he muttered, waving up at them. They all smiled at him then their gaze fell to Keith.

“So you found him?” Hunk asked.

“Uh, yeah...”

“And you didn’t bother telling us?” Pidge retorted and Keith scoffed.

“I was kinda busy trying to make amends Pidge.” Keith short and Lance swatted his leg.

“Pidge, calm down, I’m fine, Keith’s fine, everything’s fine. Really, we’ll be back to the castle soon, just let me have this a little longer.” Lance explained leaning back and shutting his eyes. Keith spared him a soft smile and buried his hand in Lance’s hair, rubbing his scalp soothingly.

“Have what?” Hunk asked and Lance chuckled.

“The quiet buddy.” He answered and suddenly everyone was silent.

“Not this kind of quiet!” Lance exclaimed shooting up and glowering at them.

“What do you mean?” Shiro finally spoke up.

“The comfortable silence. Like when you’re camping, or in a blanket fort about to go to sleep. The content silence.” Lance explained and his eyes were shut so he didn’t see, but everyone smiled softly at him.

“Uh, not to burst this happy little bubble, but... blanket fort?” Keith asked, confused by the entire ordeal.

“Is that like, a fort that protects a community by covering it?” Keith’s questions were cut off by Laughter from the call and Lance staring up at him lovingly but amused, and incredulous.

“You’ve never built a blanket fort?” He asked, and Keith shook his head, still confused.

“Alright guys, nevermind? I’m coming home tonight, but don’t expect to see much cause I’m gonna build a blanket fort in the common room for Keith and I and we’re gonna watch weird Altean movies until we fall asleep.”

Then Lance was hanging up and he began packing all of his stuff into his bag again, put the bed back up and then returned to the chair, where Keith was still sitting, watching sweetly as Lance shuffled around then they both put their suits back on, Blue opened up, then red, and they headed back to the castle.