Spray It, Don’t Say It: We’ll Paint the Moon
A weekend of Netflix and Chinese takeout leaves Shiro with a new roommate, Allura with no regrets, Lance with blackmail material, and Keith with the biggest revelation since his gender.
At least Pidge, Hunk, and Shay had a good time.
Takes place after “Banksy-Ass Wannabe.”
Yes, hello, I have returned! And with a full length fic, no less. I hope you’re ready for a copious amount of fluff and plotless rambling…
Songs that helped inspire this fic:
“Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time” by Panic! At the Disco
“Seal It With a Kiss” by Prince Royce
“Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys
Keith didn’t think too hard when Shiro said he’d be out of town for the weekend. He just invited Lance and his friends over and ordered takeout.
“Did he tell you why he’s skipping town?” Hunk asks, scooping another serving of General Tso’s chicken on his plate.
Keith shakes his head. There’s a beer in his hand and his boyfriend’s feet in his lap. “Nah, but he’s a cop. Something might have happened in another town and they needed his help.”
“I wouldn’t worried too much, honey. If Keith’s calm, it’s probably fine,” Shay says. Behind her, Pidge sets down her eggroll to gag.
Lance swallows the last of his dumpling and raises his bottle. “I agree with Shay. Keith isn’t freaking, and he freaks out over everything.”
“I do not!”