Title: Closet Time

Pidge sighed as he read his book, jerking slightly when a door slammed somewhere in the ship...which was a pretty amazing feat since all the doors on the ship were electronic sliding doors. Shaking his head, he glanced over at Sven and Hunk who were sitting in chairs not too far away, playing chess. Usually their space trips were rather peaceful and uneventful. Not this time.

"I think they are fighting…again." Sven said, not even looking up from the chessboard.

"No. Whatever gave you that idea?" Hunk rolled his eyes as he moved his bishop. "I wonder what they are fighting about this time? This has been going on for a few days now. Are they still not talking to each other?"

"Doesn't sound like it." Sven said as he moved his knight. "Check."

"What? How?" Hunk stared in shock at the board, trying to figure out how Sven managed to get through his foolproof strategy. Pidge chuckled. "Nice move, Sven. I swear for two people who claim to be best friends they sure fight a lot."

"That they do. Wonder how long they'll be fighting this time?" Sven said. After Hunk made his move he moved his queen in and used it to tip over Hunk's king. "Checkmate."

Hunk sighed in defeat. "What? Shit! I'd have better chances of winning if I played against Lance."

"You mean because Lance is an amateur that even a monkey could beat?" Sven asked with a grin.

"Hey now, be nice." Pidge glared at Sven. "True Lance stinks at chess, but I seem to recall he wiped the floor with you in sharp shooting."

"And Keith is even better then him at it." Sven pointed out.

Hunk laughed. "That is true. I think Jeff was the only one who might have beaten him. But since their last match was a draw I guess we'll never know."

Before anyone could say anything else there was a loud crash, followed by the tinkling of glass. Sven sighed. "Oh shit. Wonder what was broken this time."

Pidge glanced nervously in the direction that the crash came from. "Um...should one of us go check?"

"I'm not sure I want to know." Sven frowned slightly before standing up. "But maybe we should before it gets worse."

Hunk looked at Sven like he was insane. "You go first then. I sure don't want to get caught in the crossfire! Those two don't lose their tempers too often, but when they do..." He shivered at the thought.

"Yeah, it's scarier then the sight of you eating." Sven chuckled.

"HEY! I'm not that bad!" Hunk snorted before pouting and sitting back in his chair with his arms across his chest.

Pidge laughed. "Do you think you'll need some backup Sven?"

"Probably would be a good idea." Sven sighed.

"First he insults me and now he wants to kill me." Hunk sighed and stood up. "I just can't win."

"Oh, poor baby." Sven grinned as he patted Hunk's head. "Help me and I'll make it worth your while."

Hunk suddenly grinned brightly. Pidge blinked. "Worth your while? What are you going to do?"

"I'll share some of my chocolate bar stash with him." Sven quickly made up a g-rated answer.

"Oh." Pidge stared at Sven in confusing, completely missing Hunk's red face. "Okay. Let's go see if we have a ship left."

**********

Following the trail of discouraging sounds the three men finally reached the kitchen. Carefully sliding the door open a crack, they looked in at the chaos inside the small room.

Not one single inch of the kitchen appeared to be free from disaster. There was flour all over the floor as well as sticking to Keith and Lance's clothing. The pantry was a mess, the door hanging half open blocked by cans of food that had been pulled out of place in what appeared to have been a frantic search for something. The counters were cluttered with pots and pans. And they could only assume whatever the smoke out of the sink was coming from was a failed dinner attempt. Wet towels laid everywhere, and the sink sprayer was pulled out indicating a possible water fight. Keith and Lance were both moving around the kitchen, shoving each other whenever one of them invaded the other's personal space and causing even more destruction each time.

Pidge blinked in shock. "Um...who wants to go in first?"

"Not me." Sven quickly shook his head.

Hunk shivered as Lance growled and threw his pan into the sink, making a loud crashing sound. "Not me."

"That leaves you Pidge. Besides they are less likely to attack you." Sven smirked.

"Oh gee...thanks. That really feels me with encouragement." Pidge growled sarcastically. Then he took a deep breath and carefully walked into the room.

Keith turned slightly and looked at Pidge. "No. Dinner isn't ready."

"I...um...think I noticed." Pidge said as he looked at the walls. "Need any help?"

"What does it look like?" Keith questioned sarcastically. "Every time I try to do anything, he gets in the way."

Lance was smiling slightly at Pidge but then his eyes narrowed at Keith's remark. He glared angrily at the captain before reaching over to grab a spice of some sort, deliberately banging into the captain and making Keith pour too much of something into his pot.

Keith retaliated by shoving Lance back, making him drop the whole opened bottle of spice into his own pot.

Still saying nothing, Lance picked up his pot and threw it into the sink. Pidge winced at the painful sound. "Uh...what are you two fighting about this time?"

"Who says we're fighting?" Keith questioned. He poked at the contents of his pot several times before tossing the whole thing into the sink, which was now starting to overflow with failed dinner attempts.

Pidge rolled his eyes. "Gee...I wonder why I thought that. Could it be because this kitchen looks like a war zone?"

"It wouldn't look that way if he would stay the hell out of my way." Keith practically growled.

"Oh really? Fine!" Lance growled, swiping his arm across the counter and knocking the rest of the stuff into the sink. "I'll leave!"

"Well FINE! Leave then." Keith yelled.

"Nobody's going anywhere until the two of you start talking like civilized human beings." Sven said firmly. He stood beside Hunk blocking the one and only door out of the room.

Lance growled at the two men blocking the door, but knew he couldn't force his way out. So he leaned against the counter with his arms across his chest, refusing to even look at the captain. Pidge sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It is anything but civil in here, Sven."

"Fine. You two can talk elsewhere." Sven sighed, giving a nodded to Hunk. Pidge jumped out of the way as they moved forward at the same time, Hunk grabbing Lance and Sven grabbing Keith, slinging the other men over their shoulders and carrying them in a fireman's carry. Despite the vocal protests by Keith and Lance, Hunk and Sven carried them out of the kitchen and tossed both men into a large closet. They quickly shut the door and punched in the code to lock it.

Pidge's eyes widened as the door vibrated from their teammates banging. "Do you think that door will hold them?"

"The door is designed to withstand a blast. So…maybe." Sven said nervously.

"LET ME OUT!" Keith pounded on the door.

"A real big maybe." Sven corrected.

"YOU GUYS ARE DEAD!" Lance yelled. Hunk shivered slightly. "Perhaps we should check to see if the escape pods are operational."

"We probably should've done that first." Sven grimaced as the door vibrated with each pound.

Meanwhile, inside the dark closet:

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! THEY LOCKED US IN HERE BECAUSE OF YOU!" Keith shoved Lance.

Lance growled and shoved back. "ME? YOU STARTED IT!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT STARTED IT!" Keith yelled, shoving Lance against the door.

"WATCH IT YOU BIG OAF!" Lance yelled, wishing he could see in this dark closet so he could punch Keith.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I OUTRANK YOU!"

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT YOUR RANK! SO CAN IT!"

"YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING! YOU JUST THINK YOUR LOOKS WILL GET YOU THROUGH IT ALL." Keith yelled, then mimicked Lance's voice. "Oh, look at me! I'm Lance and I'm too sexy to do any work."

"THAT IS A BUNCH OF BULL SHIT AND YOU KNOW IT!" Lance snapped, shoving Keith further into the closet. "I DO MY WORK! BUT YOU'RE TOO BUSY WITH A STICK UP YOUR ASS TO NOTICE!"

"YOU DON'T DO SHIT!" Keith gave Lance a hard shove.

Meanwhile, outside:

"I don't think this is going to work. I think they are going to kill each other." Sven smiled nervously at the closet door.

"You think?" Pidge snorted. "Should we open the door?"

Hunk rapidly shook his head. "Not when they are like that! I've never heard them throw so many insults at each other before."

"Better they kill each other then kill us." Sven shrugged.

"Precisely." Hunk chuckled. "So who should guard the door and who should clean the kitchen?"

"Pidge, you can go clean the kitchen. It's the safer job." Sven said.

"It is?" Pidge's eyes widened as something slammed against the closet door. He slowly began to back away. "Okay! I'll clean the kitchen! I'll check on you two later." With that, he bolted toward the kitchen.

Hunk grinned. "So, now what?"

"We make sure they don't escape." Sven slid his arms around Hunk's neck. "Not too hard a job, but I figured Pidge didn't need to be hearing the kind of language they're using. I mean how do you make a sentence that is nothing but swear words?"

"They have switched to that now, haven't they?" Hunk chuckled, wrapping his arms around Sven's waist. "At least they aren't yelling as loudly as before. Maybe we'll get lucky and they both lose their voices."

"That would be nice." Sven grinned and lightly kissed Hunk's cheek.

Hunk grinned as he slid down the wall to the floor, pulling Sven into his lap. "It is starting to quiet down. Though I bet there is still a lot of heat in that closet. So they are probably only taking a breather."

"Or have to stop yelling to think up more nasty things to say about each other." Sven chuckled.

Back in the closet:

Lance growled softly in the darkness. Tired of pushing, he moved to sit in a corner, keeping his back against the walls so that Keith couldn't sneak up behind him. The closet was small, but still big enough to hold two more people. He couldn't see where the captain was, but he could hear Keith cursing softly to himself somewhere in the darkness. "Why don't you just shut up for once?"

"This coming from someone who talks just to hear the sound of his own voice." Keith rolled his eyes.

"I do not! Jackass." Lance sighed and bent his knees up so he could rest his arms on them. "Now shut up. I'm trying to think of very painful ways to get back at the guys."

"I thought I smelled something burning."

Lance grabbed something that felt like a rag and threw it in the general direction of the annoying voice. He wasn't sure if he hit anything, but it still made him feel better. "I thought the smell was from your arrogant air."

"Baka."

"Dipshit."

"You are such a fucking idiot. I don't know why I was ever foolish enough to consider you a friend."

"Ditto."

Keith pounded a fist against the door. "I know you are out there, so open this fucking door."

Lance laughed sarcastically. "Oh like they are going to listen! Especially after you trashed the kitchen!"

"It's your fault the kitchen got trashed."

"Yeah right! Not my fault that I dropped things when you kept pushing me!"

"Only because you kept shoving me!" Keith pounded a fist against the door to emphasize his statement.

Lance rolled his eyes. "Oh, so the captain is going to have a little temper tantrum now?"

"Shut the fuck up, Lieutenant."

"Whatever you say, Captain!" Lance growled softly, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning further back into the corner. Keith leaned against the wall his arms and folded his arms across his chest, not saying anything else.

The silence hung heavily in the closet. Lance was willing to bet that if he looked hard enough, he could probably see it! Sighing in frustration, Lance finally got up and moved his hands slowly over the stuff near him. Maybe, just maybe, he would find something useful...either to force open the door or hit his captain with, whichever came first.

Keith didn't move from his spot. He didn't even turn his head to look to see what Lance was doing. He hoped if there was silence in the closet for long enough someone would open the door. Though knowing his teammates, highly unlikely.

Lance fumbled through the closet contents, occasionally accidentally knocking stuff off the shelves. He didn't care. It wasn't like any of it was going to hit Keith, who was moping by the door. If Lance knew those guys, it wouldn't be above them to leave the two of them in that closet for several hours. So he might as well find something to entertain himself with.

Finally Keith had had enough of Lance's clumsy, clattering searching. "Stop making so much fucking noise."

"Well excuse me! I can't fucking see!" Lance snapped and continued searching. "If I'm going to be stuck with you I may as well find something to do! So shut up!"

"Oh, you want something to do, do you?"

"Anything's better than listening to your stupid griping and complaining!"

"Well then." Keith lunged through the darkness of the closet, his eyes had adjusted enough that he could almost see outlines. He grabbed Lance and pushed him against the back wall of the closet before kissing him deeply.

"What are you fucking..." Lance started but was quickly cut off. His shock was immediately replaced with something else as his hands reached up and clutched Keith's arms, pulling the captain closer instead of away.

"You said you wanted something to do." Keith whispered as he slid one hand into Lance's hair and pulled his head close for another kiss.

"Yeah, but I..." Lance was cut off again as lips pressed firmly against his. He knew he was supposed to be really mad at his best friend, but with their tongues dancing together it was getting harder and harder to remember what they were fighting about!

He hadn't meant to do anything more then a teasing kiss, just to piss Lance off, but now Keith found he couldn't resist the urge for more. He couldn't stop kissing Lance, couldn't stop touching the man...his body and mind screaming for more.

Lance wasn't sure why Keith was doing this, but he didn't care. All he knew was if Keith stopped Lance was going to beat the ever loving shit out of him! The captain's hands were everywhere, touching everything they could reach. Lance growled when Keith pulled away slightly to take a deep breath, but those lips were quickly back against his. Lance laced a hand through the black mane, keeping those lips against his while gripping tightly to Keith's arm with his other hand so that the captain wouldn't try to pull away again.

Keith's fingers fumbled with the buttons on Lance's button fly jeans. He growled slightly from around the kiss, as it proved nearly impossible with only one hand. Finally he managed to get most of the buttons undone without having to release his hold on Lance's head or break the kiss. He slowly slid his one free hand inside his friend's jeans and tenderly caressed the front of the briefs.

Gods that felt good! Lance's grips to Keith's arm and hair tightened painfully as his hips bucked into the captain's teasing hand. Finally the kiss broke, leaving both men panting for air.

Not wanting to say anything to ruin the moment, Keith leaned his head forward to rest against Lance's shoulder for a moment as he drew in deep breaths of air.

"If you...don't finish this...I swear...I'll put you...in orbit!" Lance growled between pants as he pulled Keith closer to him.

"I plan on finishing it." Keith raised his head so his lips were against Lance's ear. "Make you feel like you are in orbit." He said huskily.

Lance's eyes widened as his body shivered. Damn he wished he could see Keith's face! A small part of his mind was screaming how wrong this was...Keith was his best friend, damnit! And he was pissed at him! But Lance wanted this so much! Forget want...he needed it! "First time I've ever done it in a closet."

"Well, you were the one who wanted something to do." Keith smirked. Then he slowly began to trail kisses along Lance's neck as he used his fingers to undone the buttons of the man's shirt.

"This...will work..." Lance couldn't help but smile as he tilted his head to the side and released his tight grip to massage Keith's shoulders. "Never dreamed you would want to do this!"

"I'm not exactly blind to how hot you are."

"Maybe..." Lance slid his hands down Keith's back until they reached his waist. Then he yanked the uniform shirt out of the pants and slid his hands underneath the fabric. Lance chuckled when the captain shivered as he slowly slid his hands up Keith's bare back. "You're very hot too."

Keith ran one finger along Lance's chest tracing a path. Then he placed both his hands against Lance's hips and slowly knelt down, kissing his way along the same path he traced with his finger.

What were they fighting about again? Lance honestly couldn't remember anymore. All the touching and kissing was too mind numbing. Lance almost cried out when Keith's tongue started to play with his belly button as those damn hands stroked his thighs. "Weren't you...mad at me...for something?"

"Not that I can remember." Keith replied honestly. He knew they had been fighting earlier but he couldn't recall what the fight was about, and now he no longer cared. He stopped when his kisses reached the waistband of Lance's briefs. Then he knelt in front of Lance and slowly pulled his friend's jeans and briefs down.

Lance shivered, not sure if it was from the cool air or Keith's touch. Maybe it was both. Again he wished he could see Keith's face, but it was too dark. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage now."

"Seems to me that I have you exactly where I want you." Keith smirked as he ran one finger along Lance's length.

"Damn you." Lance cursed under his breath as his length hardened even more from that one touch. "You just enjoy watching me squirm."

"You'll be doing much more then squirming for me." Keith chuckled. Then he leaned his head forward again and licked his tongue over the tip of Lance's erection.

Lance gasped and shut his eyes. "Keith! I...Gods!"

Smirking, Keith massaged Lance's hips with his hands as he licked Lance again, this time his tongue slid along the entire length.

Moaning softly, Lance placed his hands on Keith's shoulders to try and keep his balance as the captain's tongue treated his sex as a lollipop. This felt so good! It was obvious the captain had done this before, but Lance only saw Keith date women in the Academy. When did he learn this? "Thought...you only liked...girls. Or did you...date guys too...on the side?"

"I go with both. But haven't been with another guy for quite a few years." Keith knew he should stop...that once they were out of the closet this could cause major problems for their friendship. But his desire for Lance was so strong it felt like it would burn him if he didn't act upon it.

"You're good...damn good!" Lance panted as he tried to regain control. But it was no use...he desired this from his best friend too much. He knew he could no longer stop this anymore than he could stop a comet!

"And I am just getting started." Keith took the tip of Lance's erection into his mouth and ran his tongue against it in slow strokes, tasty the drops of precum that had gathered.

"Shit!" Lance gasped, straining his hips to keep from shoving himself deeper into Keith's mouth. He really wished he had known Keith's other preference earlier. Then again, it probably wouldn't have mattered. Lance still wouldn't have acted on it...they were best friends after all. "I take it...you're thirsty..."

"Very thirsty. Thirsty for you." Keith whispered huskily before firmly pushing Lance's hips to the wall. Then he slowly took the pilot's length into his mouth, using his tongue to provide extra stimulus to the overly sensitive organ.

"Oh fuck..." Lance groaned as the pressure slowly built with each lick and suck. He never, even in his wildest dreams, imagined that Keith was this good! His friend took his time, carefully mapping Lance's sex and learning what area caused what response. It was maddening! Finally, Lance could take no more and shot out, choking on his scream so that the others didn't come barging in.

Keith swallowed every last offered drop and licked Lance clean as he pulled away, not wanting to miss any of the man's sweetness. Then he stood up slowly and pulled Lance close, kissing him deeply.

Lance moaned around the kiss, a mixture of sweet and bitter. It was delicious. However, he did not like the feel of Keith's stiff uniform against his skin so he slid a hand inside Keith's jeans and pinched the firm ass.

Keith pulled away the kiss, but only just enough to talk. His lips brushing against Lance's as he spoke. "Problem?" He asked in a very mischievous tone.

"Yes..." Lance growled softly. "You're still dressed. Do something about it."

"If you want something done about it you'll have to do it yourself." Keith grinned.

"Fine." Lance growled before crushing his lips against Keith's again. At the same time one of his hands yanked open the captain's shirt and jerked it off.

Keith didn't fight against Lance, instead he leaned deeper into the kiss. Lance chuckled, speaking into the man's lips as he roamed his hands over the captain's back. "Much better."

"A bit." Keith ran his hands over Lance's hips before sliding one hand along the inside of Lance's right thigh. He smirked when his friend shivered.

His breath caught briefly from Keith's touch. For never being with him before, Keith definitely knew where to touch! "I guess...I'll have to fix it more..." Lance smirked as his hands slowly worked on the front of Keith's jeans.

Keith moaned at the light touch that left him craving more. Lance chuckled as he opened the jeans and slowly pulled the fabric and boxers down to the ground. Since he couldn't see, he used his hands instead and gradually felt his way back up, creating more moans from his captain. Then he pulled Keith back against them, rubbing their bodies together. "You're not the only one who can make people squirm."

"And I enjoy every minute of it." Keith sighed. He slid his arms around Lance and lightly gripped his friend's firm ass, pulling their bodies tighter together.

"Feels...good..." Lance purred as he wrapped his arms around Keith's chest and held him tightly. "Been too long..."

"Far too long. So nice with you." Keith said softly as he leaned into the warm embrace.

Lance grinned. "Never imagined it, but I won't complain. Now either we finish this or make some noise like we're still fighting or the guys may open that door!"

"We finish what we started and hope they don't open the door." Keith grinned.

"Good, cause right now I'm not mad at you. But if you leave me craving like this, then I'll be very mad. And I promise that neither you or the guys will like it!"

"Leave you craving?" Keith chuckled slightly. "Darling you had a need fulfilled. Remember?"

"Darling?" Lance chuckled as his eyes went up, though Keith couldn't see it. They went up so fast though, Lance was sure the captain heard it. "Where did that come from?"

"Um…" Keith blushed. The blush felt like it would be bright enough for Lance to see through the darkness, bright red and glowing like Rudolph's nose.

Lance chuckled again before crushing his lips against Keith's once more. If they kept talking they would surely stop...and Lance didn't want that. He knew Keith well enough to know that if his friend thought too much he would step into captain mode and rules and stop this. No matter how much they both badly needed release.

Keith leaned deeply into the kiss, wanting more, needing more. A part of his mind knew they shouldn't be doing this but a louder part refused to let it end. When the kiss broke they were both breathing heavily. "I…I need you."

"Then take me." Lance whispered softly, knowing this was the only way to show Keith how sincere he was. "Even if later this turns out to be caused only by lust and a desperate need...right here, right now, I'm yours."

"No." Keith shook his head. "Not with you. Not that…not now." A voice in his head was screaming that he was being an idiot.

"Why?"

"Because if we ever were to be together, fully together like that, I would want it to be more special then just in a closet. What we've been doing…probably shouldn't be doing that much either but…" Keith sighed deeply.

Lance smiled sadly and closed his eyes. "You're...probably right."

Keith mentally kicked himself for stopping something that felt so good. "It's not that I don't want to be with you. Hell I want to be with you more then anything right now just to feel your touch. But not enough to risk our friendship by taking that step. You're my best friend and I want that to stay that way once we are out of this closet."

"Keith, shut up. You don't have to explain." Lance chuckled slightly. "I don't know what would happen once we get outside. But I understand what you are trying to say."

"I'm sorry, Lance."

Lance kissed Keith's check before pulling away. "Me too. But I told you...I understand."

"Lance…can I tell you something?"

"You know you can tell me anything." Lance said while putting on his clothes. "Don't tell me you already forgot."

"It's more complicated then that." Keith sighed as he started to get dressed. "I want to be with you. And I don't just mean in here. I think some of the reason why I have been fighting with you lately is that I've developed feelings for you and there was been a lot of sexual tension in the air. While this act was about lust I…I…want more then that. That's why I had to stop it."

"How can you be so sure it isn't just lust?" Lance asked as he sat down in the back of the closet with his back against the wall again.

"Because I want more then just your body. I want you. All of you."

"Why?"

"Because you're you." Keith chuckled slightly.

"Oh that really explains it." Lance snorted but chuckled anyway. "Sure didn't sound like it earlier, but we were both pissed."

"You may make me angry at times but it doesn't make me love you any less."

"I guess. Anyway, you might as well get comfortable. It may be a while before the guys let us out."

Keith finished getting dressed and moved to sit next to Lance. "So…how do you feel? About…you know."

Lance sighed. "I thought I made it pretty clear earlier."

"Was that just because of lust and need or was it more?" Keith asked. "You said it for here and now. What about outside of this closet?"

"I don't go saying 'take me' to anyone, you know."

"I know. I just…" Keith blushed slightly. "I guess after saying all that I did, I am just a little worried about our relationship."

"I'm not much of a talker. And I know I can't put my feelings to words, which is why I use action instead." Lance sighed deeply. "And while I feel lust like everyone else, I don't throw myself at every cute ass I see whenever the feeling strikes...despite popular opinion."

"I never said that you did." Keith sighed lightly, cursing himself for opening up to Lance the way he did. He laid his feelings on the table and Lance had all but shot him down with a simple reply of get comfortable because we could be stuck here a while. It wasn't exactly on the list of possible replies he had imagined his friend responding with. And now when he asked Lance how he felt, his friend accused him for calling him a whore. Keith closed his eyes wanting to scream out of sheer frustration, but he remained silent.

Lance was silent for a while. "I know you didn't say that. I never meant that you did. Sorry."

"Whatever." Keith snorted. "Look, all I want is a straight answer. None of this read between the lines and figure out what I really mean. I'll put what I am saying in simple terms. I have feelings of more then friendship for you and would like to have a relationship with you. All I want is a simple answer. Do you want to have a relationship with me? Or do you want to just remain friends and forget what happened in here earlier?"

"Well since you put it so nicely!" Lance growled. He quickly closed his eyes, keeping silent while he tried to control his famous temper. Now was not the time to lose it. Finally, he sighed. "Yes."

"That was a two part question. So is that yes in response to a or b?" Keith asked.

Lance chuckled slightly. "I thought it was supposed to be a simple answer, not multiple choice. A."

"Multiple choice quizzes are the simplest kind." Keith chuckled. He reached out and placed a hand on Lance's cheek. "Thank you. That's all I was asking for to know if you wanted to be with me the same way I want to be with you. I wasn't looking for some poetic answer. I mean even a simple ditto would've worked."

"Well, I had to figure out some things about myself too. Just took a little while." Lance grinned, leaning into Keith's caress.

"I'm sorry I pushed you into giving me an answer. And I promise I will make up for stopping things the way I did. Our first time together will be special and not in small dark closet that we can't really see each other in."

Lance grinned as he closed his eyes and rested his head on Keith's shoulder. "I'd like that. Much more comfortable too."

Keith slid an arm around Lance and held him close. They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple moments. "So, now what? Twenty questions?"

"Don't know. Between you and all thoughts I had to go through, I'm kinda bushed." Lance mumbled softly, shifting closer so he could wrap his arms around Keith's waist. "You still hard?"

"A bit." Keith admitted. "But it's okay."

"I can fix that." Lance chuckled softly and lazily slid a hand into Keith's jeans.

Keith moaned deeply at the touch. "You don't have to."

"Yes I do. You made me make a lot of noise earlier." Lance smirked, running his hand up and down Keith's shaft. "I'm sure the guys suspect something by now."

Keith couldn't help but moan deeply. He was no longer just a little hard, he was rock hard. His hip gave an uncontrollable buck up to meet the gentle movement of Lance's hand. "So…good."

Lance said nothing, keeping his head on Keith's shoulder but quickening the pace of his hand. Keith closed his eyes, his head tipped back in ecstasy. His breath coming in ragged pants as he tried to hold on for as long as possible.

Which wasn't very long. Lance smiled when his captain finally came, his hips bucking wildly from the force of his release. Then Lance slowly pulled his hand out of the wet pants and lazily began to lick his fingers, never once opening his eyes. "Mmmmm...tasty."

"Glad you like."

"Yup. Very good." Lance chuckled as he snuggled closer. "Too bad your pants are all wet now. The guys are sure to notice."

"Oh well." Keith sighed, his voice sounding very tired. He curled up against Lance. "As long as I got you I don't care."

"Just consider it payback for making me wait."

"Okay." Keith mumbled. His eyes were closed as he relaxed against his new lover. "Love you."

"I love you too." Lance smiled as he relaxed as well. It didn't take long for both men to doze off.

Back outside of the closet:

Outside the closet Sven and Hunk had moved to a chair on the far side of the room. Sven was sitting on Hunk's lap, facing the larger man. Both of their faces were flushed and they were breathless.

Hunk coughed slightly. "Do you think they're still fighting?"

"Sounds more like they are doing the making up after the fighting." Sven smirked. "Makeup sex is always the best."

"What's always the best?" Pidge asked as he walked toward them. "Oh, and the kitchen is all cleaned up. Took a long time, but I finally managed to do it."

"Hearing friends make up." Sven said smoothly as he casually slid off Hunk's lap, not looking in Pidge's direction. "It was just an eyelash in your eye."

"Oh yeah...sure...thank you." Hunk coughed and quickly stood up.

Pidge blinked. "Okay. So they made up finally?"

"They've started to. But I'd give oh…" Sven checked his watch. "Another hour before we let them out."

"Another hour!" Pidge gasped in shock. "WHY?"

"To be sure they really have made up and aren't just pretending." Sven reasoned.

Pidge sighed and shook his head. "They are going to kill you for this, you know."

"Naw. I think they will thank us later." Hunk grinned as he winked at Sven. "How about we go get some late lunch?"

"Sounds good to me." Sven grinned back.

"But I just finished cleaning the kitchen." Pidge whined.

"We'll clean up after ourselves." Sven promised.

"Alright, fine. I refuse to clean that kitchen again." Pidge snorted as the three men started to walk toward the kitchen. "I wonder what their argument was about anyway."

"We'll probably never know." Sven chuckled.

"Yup." Hunk laughed. "Things will work out though. It probably wasn't very important anyway."

"Probably not. I have a good feeling that they found a way to work out whatever the problem was." Sven grinned slightly at Hunk.

Hunk just smirked. Pidge missed the entire exchange. "Well I hope so." Pidge sighed as they walked into the kitchen. "I don't think the ship will survive another fight!"

"We'll just lock them in the closet quicker next time. But I have the feeling things will be different when they come out of the closet." Sven smiled slightly at the double meaning of that statement.

Pidge looked at Sven and Hunk suspiciously. What were they grinning about? Finally he just shrugged and searched through the fridge. There had to be something good to eat in there that wasn't covered with flour. He could figure out what was going on later.

Owari! ^_~