The Habits of Humans
“You’ve got to give me a shot, Hothead,” Lance called from where he was sniping opponents with Hunk covering him like the dutiful Beta he was. For as magnificent as he was in battle, Keith consistently failed at giving Lance an opening.
“You need to take it,” Keith snapped back. He switched the hand wielding his Bayard as easily as breathing and Lance lost the smallest of opportunities to how his mind caught on the skill and beauty of the movement.
“A gentleman does not take,” Lance responded with feigned indignation. “Consent is sexy, Keith.”
“Then I consent to you taking a damn shot,” Keith practically yelled into the commlink. He dodged to the side and a shot from Lance's Bayard whizzed past him, knocking the large robot he was fighting off balance and presenting an opening. Keith took it, but impatience had made him reckless and before he could dart away, the robot grabbed his leg.
Then, because the universe had no mercy, it threw him directly into Lance.
- Part 1 of The Habits of Humans
“I could watch you forever.”
Some of Keith’s irritation melted away at the sound of the Alpha's voice. No matter how frustrated he was with the situation, he loved Lance, and he loved that Lance let him go only to show up when getting some space threatened to turn into dwelling. It was a silent 'I’m not giving up on you’ that Keith desperately needed.
Lance sauntered over with a playful grin and Keith deftly caught the water pouch tossed his way. He popped the cap and drained the contents, acutely aware of Lance’s eyes focused on the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow. His instincts preened at the attention.
Once drained, the water pouch left Keith's lips to be dropped to the floor.
“How about less watching and more taking?” Keith’s voice smoldered as he prowled closer to Lance. He took the Alpha’s hand and brought it to his cheek, nuzzling the warm skin of his palm before guiding it to his neck. Lance took the hint and curled his fingers into the nape as his thumb rubbed maddening circles into a scent gland.
“I think I can do that,” Lance murmured in response. He leaned forward to take Keith’s lips only to be stopped by a hand on his chest.
- Part 2 of The Habits of Humans