For Keith lunch was over far too soon.
The food was delicious as always and he enjoyed the relaxed chatter that came from Allura.
If Keith had to be honest when he first joined he had been pretty scared of the tall woman. But after talking to her he found though she was scarily stubborn and driven, but she was also sweet and funny. Keith wished he could have feelings for her. That he could be attracted to the beautiful and amazing woman rather then being unable to tear his eyes away from Lance as he laughed.
Being unbelievably jealous of Hunk who had Lance cuddling into his chest as he sat in his lap.
Keith kept telling himself that gay was illegal and that even if Lance was a woman he was too young for him.
Keith couldn’t infect a child with his sickness.
Pining aside it was a loverly time.
The sun was shining and the company was pleasant.
Soon as Allura stood up and said it was time to leave Keith couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
The fact that his butt was still sore from the ride really didn’t help.
Keith whipped his head round from where he was preparing Red when he saw Goldie free from her reigns and running directly towards Lance who didn’t seem to realise he was about to be trampled.
Keith’s brain shut down and he went into autopilot as he pulled the knife from his belts holder and threw it at the ropes holding the barrels on the back of Blacks cart.
The knife hit its mark, snapping the rope and causing the barrels to go rolling off directly into Goldies path.
She bolted away finally coming to a stop a little away by the trees.
Lance had jumped back away from the barrels his eyes wide and his chest rapidly raising and falling.
For a moment no one moved. They all just stared in amazement and silent horror.
Then Hunk ran towards Lance.
“Are you ok?” He asked as he helped his best friend to his feet.
That seemed to break everyone out of their trance and like a stampede they all moved as one.
Some broke away to gather the barrels, some to get Goldie.
It was Shiro, Pidge, Allura, Coran and Keith that ran to Hunk and Lance.
“Lance! Are you alright?” Allura asked.
Lance didn’t speak he merely nodded.
“My boy are you sure?” Coran asked in concern. As the circus doctor Coran knew that it’s when they get quiet it’s when they should worry.
Again Lance nodded.
It was then that Keith realised he was staring right at him.
Keith dropped his gaze to the ground, Great he had just traumatised the guy.
“That shot was amazing.”
“What shot?” Hunk asked, he had yet to remove his arms from around Lance as though he could protect him from all harm just by the power of his hugs.
“Keith’s, he threw the knife.” Lance pointed at where the knife was still lodged in the cart.
Realisation crossed their faces.
“Keith… did you really throw this knife?” Shiro asked as he pulled the knife out.
Keith nodded finding being the centre of attention was not all it was made out to be.
Shiro exchanged a look with Allura and Keith was sure this was it.
This was when he was going to be told to hit the road alone.
“Keith.” He flinched as he watched a large smile spread across Allura’s face “guess we found your act!”
“I’ve never seen anyone throw so well! Not even Lance!” Hunk grinned.
“Hey!” Lance pouted but was grinning too. “Seriously though, you sure are good with knives! In fact we should do an act together!”
Keith felt all the blood drain from his face “t-together?”
Lance nodded enthusiastically “yeah I’ve had this idea for years but no one to do it with.”
Lance grabbed Keith hands “will you do it with me?”
“God yes… I mean yeah sure I guess I can.”
Lance suddenly wrapped his arms around him and Keith was sure his brain shut down with his last thought being about how good Lance smelt.
“Ok just throw it at the targets!” Lance yelled.
“I know!” Keith snapped.
Soon as they had arrived and set up everyone had launched themselves into practising to prepare for the show that night.
Lance had pulled Keith away to throw knives at a long and tall wooden board that when up fully almost reached the top of the tent.
Across it in a long diagonal line we’re little red x’s designed to be targets for the knives.
Lance had explained that the idea of the trick was that Keith would throw the knives to create a stair case that Lance would run up before he jumped from the last one onto the trapeze swing to be caught by Allura.
However after nearly three hours Keith found himself exhausted and harder and harder to actually hit the targets.
Thankfully Lance was working on his silk act close to the ground rarther then actually try and run up the badly formed stair case and risk getting stabbed.
“Hey no need to get snippy.” Lance hugged as he held himself up purely by the strength of his legs.
“I know… i know… look I’m sorry it’s just. It’s frustraighting ok? This is all so new to me and I hate that I can’t do it!” Keith sighed as he pulled at his hair.
Lance chuckled “well yeah, what did you expect ? To be perfect at your first go? Putting an act together is hard back breaking work. When I first started I fell on my ass more times then I can count.”
Keith smiled as he examined the knife he was holding “I know…”
“You sure do say that a lot.” Lance teased as he flipped off the silk landing perfectly and putting his hands on his hips.
“No I sharnt” Lance gently poked him in the ribs.
Seeing how Keith jumped and the look of terror a Cheshire Cat like grin spread across his face.
“Oh, someone’s tickelish!”
Lance began tickling him mercilessly Keith falling back to the floor with the younger boy falling on top of him.
They rolled around for a moment before Keith ended up on top looking down at the laughing Lance.
They lay there for a moment breathing heavily.
Slowly Lance stopped laughing as he looked up at Keith.
He brushed his hand along his cheek and before Keith could stop himself he was leaning down gently pressing his lips against Lance’s.
His lips tastes salty but were surprisingly soft.
Keith vaguely registered that Lance was running his fingers through his black hair causing shivers to run down his spine.
He wanted this.
Oh God how he wanted this.
Oh God What was he doing.
Keith suddenly pushed Lance away jumping to his feet.
“What’s wrong?” Lance asked.
“T-this isn’t right… this is illegal…”
Lance snorted “so what?”
“It’s wrong and disgusting!”
Lance rose an eyebrow “you didn’t seem all that disgusted.” He nodded towards Keith’s crouch and he quickly covered his ‘situation’ with his hands.
“W-well I’m not some boy whore for your fun! I’m not a disgusting prostitute with no self respect willing to throw himself at you!”
A dark look spread across Lance’s face as he stood up and wiped his lips on his sleeve.
“Fine if that’s how you feel. But you should know, prostitutes don’t always have a choice, sometimes it’s that or death. So maybe quit acting so high and mighty and stop pretending to be something your not.” Lance turned to leave the tent “I need to get ready for the show.”
Keith wanted to yell at him.
Ask him who he was to judge him or say that about prostitutes, that how the hell would he know.
Then he remembered…
If Pidge had come from the asylum, Hunk the gutter…
Did that mean Lance had come from a brothel?
Guilt stabbed at his gut.
He had messed up big time.
Keith promised he would make it right.
He told himself it was because it was the right thing to do and not only because soon as he had pulled his lips away that it felt like he was missing something.
He longed for Lance…
If Lance made him feel this way then maybe… just maybe being gay wasn’t all that bad?