And, Action!

chapter 12: even if only for a moment

Keith couldn't stop thinking.

He just couldn't stop, even when Lance was listening to music while getting ready.

His mouth still tasted like the sea and he had just finished changing, closing the bathroom door behind him. "Did you use conditioner?" asked Lance, as he popped around the corner. Unprepared, Keith slammed his hand onto the door and started. "Look, it's not that bad."

"You scared me." Keith's heart pounded inside his chest. Then it sped up as Lance looked at Keith from head-to-toe in a relaxed fashion. "What is it?" He asked as soon as Lance met his eyes again.

"Seems like you can dress yourself."

"Very funny." Keith felt slightly at home in a plain white dress shirt and black pants. As he walked past Lance, he noticed Lance in similar attire; that is, except for the fact that he was wearing a black dress shirt and grey pants.

He looked really good.

"I know, right?" Lance smiled upon noticing Keith staring. "Anyways, I'm almost done with my face so I'll do yours in a few minutes." Keith made a face at the mention of Lance putting makeup on his face.

"Touch my face and-" Keith shut up as Lance stepped close, his face inches from Keith's.

"And what?" It wasn't good for his heart to see Lance's face this close, the dark blue of his eyes and the smoothness of his skin. He's too beautiful for his own good, Keith though levelly. "You'll kiss me?" That's when Keith's eyes widened and Lance's did too, like the words had been accidental.

Either way, Keith felt his skin grow hot to the touch. "N-no, touch my face and I'll-"

"Stop trying to talk tough and let me do your makeup." Lance grabbed Keith by the wrist, making sure not to show his face but the warmth of his palm gave him away. Keith wanted to cut it all out, to spill everything and just...just... "Sit down. I'll be right back."

Keith found himself right back in the bathroom, doing his best to calm down.

Lance took several deep breaths as he gathered what he needed before heading back.

The sounds of makeup containers hitting the tile was the only thing either of them heard besides their own pounding hearts.

Why do you have to be like this? they both thought. Why?

"Okay, so, it's just going to be light, very natural. Don't worry, it'll look fine," Lance spoke, careful not to make eye contact in the mirror's reflection with Keith. "Close your eyes." At that, Keith let his eyes squeeze shut, feeling the application and thinking too much all the while. "I'm going to need you to stop closing your eyes so tightly." And that's when Keith felt Lance's hand brush his cheek briefly and he wanted nothing more than to nudge his cheek into Lance's palm.

Instead, he stopped squeezing his eyes so tightly.

And before he knew it, Lance was done. "You can open your eyes now."

"I don't see any difference," Keith blatantly went, studying himself in the mirror.

"Well, that's the look," Lance said, as he capped something. "You're supposed to look like you're not wearing makeup at all."

"That's...dumb."

"Say what you will, hermoso, but I did a great job." At the sound of that one Spanish word leaving Lance's lips, Keith felt his stomach clench- hard. It had been an unnatural amount of time since Lance had used Spanish around Keith. Then, he thought about the last thing he had said to him in Spanish and Keith felt his chest constrict.