the science of the beach (klance)

.5.

the water was a clear blue as lance descended down the steps to the beach. he'd always loved the beach, that's the only reason he was excited to see his older sister. he walked down the beach in his trunks look for the perfect place to swim. he came across a small peninsula reaching out into the clear blue after like an arm. lance noticed a small bag and towel on the beach, wondering whose it could be, he spotted the owner to this things, keith. keith was out on the ocean with a surf board, just sitting there. the wind blew through his hair, sending it in tendrils behind him. oh my god, lance thought to himself, blushing as the thought passed through his mind. lance thought he would join him out on the board. he ran to grab his board to join the raven haired boy out on the water.
"hey," lance said to keith panting a little,
"why are you out here?! how'd you find me?!" keith half asked, half demanded,
"jeez, didn't know you were so uptight," lance said with his hands in the "i surrender" pose, "i was walking on the beach and then i saw you out in the water," lance explained,
"fine," keith said. they seemed to float out in the water for hours not saying anything.
"keith,"
"yeah?"
"how'd you get into surfing?" lance asked curiously,
"my dad taught me when i was seven, i've never stopped since," keith said quietly, "why did you wanna know?" he asked hiding his eyes, is he crying? lance thought to himself,
"cause i think you're a pretty good surfer, not as good as me though," lance said with a smirk, keith had a small dusting of blush at the first remark,
"alright mr cocky pants let's do this," keith said, "last one on the wave wins,"
"you're on mullet boy."

     after about three hours of surfing competitions and keith winning all of them, they decided it was time to head back onto land to dry off.
"so you do live up to your name mullet boy," lance said toweling his hair dry,
"well your worse than i thought mcclain," keith shot back,
"have i ever told you, you're very mean?" asked lance sarcastically,
"yeah, last night and the entire time at college," keith shot back, kicking sand at the cuban boy, who then flipped him off.

    as they neared the house, they noticed that two more cars had pulled into the small driveway to the house.
"for fucks sake pidge, how'd you manage to mess this up!" a voice exclaimed from the lab,
"it's not my fault hunk, isabél said it needed the spectrum in the probe now," pidge shot back at hunk, throwing their hands up in frustration, "come on matt, back me up here," pidge begged the older boy standing over their shoulder,
"pidge, he's right, i don't know what to tell you," matt said, scratching his head, "oh hey keith," he said turning to keith,
"hey," keith replied as he grabbed a soda from the mini fridge in the lab,
" pidge stop you're gonna break my probe!" isabél said coming back into the lab with her note book and five little crystal fragments, "hey keith, pidge you have to put these in to magnify the power of the measurement device," isabél explained. after what felt like eternity, they finally got the probe up and running,
"fuck yeeeeaaaahhhh!!!" pidge shouted excitedly as they made their way towards the kitchen, "now is dinner time,"
"pidge, i'm not cooking for you, again," isabél said sitting at the bar that faced the small kitchen,
"i'll cook then!" hunk said enthusiastically as he ran into the kitchen, by that time everyone had made their way into the kitchen, either sitting on the island, or sitting at the bar.
"alright everyone, bone apple teeth," hunk said proudly,
"this is why i don't eat with you guys, ever," pidge said,
"hey, this is the best kitchen sink meal i've made in months, so you can shut your quiznack," hunk said proudly as he placed a bowl of spaghetti on the small table,
"anyways, thanks hunk that was very sweet of you," isabél said sitting down at the table. for the first time in forever, isabél and lance had dinner at the same time and got to eat happily together. keith wasn't used to this either, even though he did live with shiro and adam, he never had dinners where everyone had been talking and eating. every dinner he had were quiet and not filled with laughter and music.
"and then i hear pidge screaming in the back about how she needed to save the universe and stuff, the was the funniest shit i've seen in a long time," matt said laughing,
"fuck you matt, i was very drunk," pidge rebutted,
"yeah after losing to isabél in a drinking match, again," hunk said picking up the dishes and utensils,
"well isabél does drink like a fish, and she's got mad fast metabolism," lance said, "i remember her always burning through energy during high school,"
"i was a three sport, varsity athlete thank you very much," isabél said getting up to grab some cookies she made earlier. the night winded down as it got later, pidge, matt and hunk had all waved goodbye to go home, keith however was hesitant,
"keith you can stay if you want," isabél said washing the spaghetti sauce off the dishes,
"i really should get home," he said, "but my car won't start again, i live ol' red but she's got some issues with the transmission," he explained,
"are you serious? again?" lance asked isabél, "he stayed last night too," he whined to his older sister,
"sorry bud," she said shrugging,
"whatever," lance said heading up to his room, keith followed behind,
"no weird stuff or else you're gone, got it?" lance said poking his finger into keith's chest, oh shit, he's built, lance thought to himself right as his finger hit keith's chest,
"whatever lance," keith said. later that night lance couldn't  stop thinking about keith, how his face lit up every time he had hit a wave, how he laughed at dinner and how he looked, floating on the ocean. oh no, i need to stop, another voice in his head interrupted, but he's perfect, no he's not, yes he is lance, you know he is, no he's not stop, give in.

give in lance, it's love.

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