You shifted nervously against the cold leather seat of Ethan’s BMW.
“No.” Ethan flashed you a smile. “But that’s the fun part. Besides I can’t wait any longer. You’ve been teasing me all night and I can’t take it anymore.” He grumbled, swerving into a parking space and throwing the car in park. Ethan unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat towards you.
“So…” He smiled at you again before looking down at his lap then back at you, his lip catching between his teeth.
“You gonna climb over here and sit on me or what?”
You felt the heat rising to your cheeks as you really registered what you were about to do. You had never had sex in a car let alone in a public place. Anyone could pull in, you weren’t sure what for, but the fact remained the same. But the thrill of potentially getting caught was surprisingly hot.
Haha so here’s a short klance sickfic, it’s the first that I’ve ever actually finished and posted! I’m hoping to write and post more over the summer, so we’ll see how that goes! Thanks to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for beta reading and being a good supportive friend
7pm. 7:01. 7:02. 7:03….
It wasn’t unusual for someone to be late, was it? No, not at all. Especially by just three minutes. But Keith was always on time. He was never late, not even by one minute. Lance felt his stomach twist with concern for his boyfriend.
At 7:05 Lance was about to pull out his phone and send Keith a text when a familiar red car pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. He grabbed his jacket and quickly locked up before rushing down the hall and descending the stairs. He had to take a moment to compose himself before leaving the building, realizing he’d run down three flights of stairs and almost tripped four times. Keith probably already thought he was silly, and showing up for a date all giddy and disheveled certainly wasn’t going to help. He smoothed his hair, checked his breath and straightened his jacket, and pushed open the glass door. The flush hadn’t left his cheeks, but with Keith so near it rarely did.
Keith was waiting, leaned against the hood of his car and looking absentmindedly at a single red rose held between his fingertips. Lance had to make a conscious effort not to stop dead in his tracks. He would never get used to just how gorgeous Keith was. Standing there in his leather jacket and a beanie, eyes sparkling and mouth tilted into a small sideways smile, he was both stunning and roguishly adorable.
“Hey,” Lance said, willing his voice not to crack.
“Hey, Lance.” Keith’s smile widened, and he offered Lance the rose. “I guess one rose is a little cheesy and cheap, but—”
“It’s beautiful and I love it,” Lance said as he accepted it. “Just like you.” Now it was Keith’s turn to blush.
Once they were settled in the car and cruising down the street, Lance expected the nervous, queasy feeling in his stomach to go away. So far, it hadn’t.
“I’m sorry I was a little late,” Keith said, popping in a CD they both liked. “Traffic is crazy bad Friday nights.”
“It’s okay,” Lance said with a teasing grin, “I wasn’t worried. It was only like, what? Five minutes?” And thirty seconds, he added silently.
Keith smirked. “You were about to send the FBI after me, weren’t you?”
“No!” Lance feigned indignance. “Though, I may have had to call off a small search party when you pulled up.”
Keith chuckled fondly, taking Lance’s slender hand in one of his own, the other kept firmly on the wheel as they stopped at a red light. He hadn’t been lying about the traffic; the intersection was still packed with cars, trucks, and buses, drivers all eager to go home after a long day of work. Keith was just eager to have dinner with his boyfriend. He and Lance had finally both had a night off, and they’d decided to spend it together. He glanced over at Lance to find a frown etched upon his delicate face.
“Everything okay?” Keith asked, giving his hand a squeeze.
“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Lance answered quickly, “I’m fine. Just had a long day. It’ll be nice to relax.”
“Okay. If there was something wrong though, you’d tell me?”
Lance nodded. “I’m fine, really. The light’s green,” he added, snapping Keith’s attention back on the road. He was fine. Really. Maybe just a little off. But fine. He would probably feel better once he ate something.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Keith was endearingly gentlemanly, opening doors and confidently stating they had a reservation under “Kogane,” an arm around Lance’s waist. Their waiter led them to a table close to the doors, and Lance was thankful for the constant flow of fresh air. They ordered, and while they waited they talked, lightly kicking each other’s feet under the table and making origami out of napkins. Lance stared, starry-eyed, as Keith animatedly told him about his day working in the music store downtown. It was so easy to get lost in Keith’s soft laughter and gentle grins.
“So, what about you?” Keith asked. “You said you had a long day, how was work?”
Lance groaned as dramatically as possible. “Borderline apocalyptic. We were way understaffed. At least three people are out with the flu, and so I had to cover almost all their responsibilities. If I had to choose between that and getting trampled by a horse, I would seriously consider the horse.”
“Sounds rough,” Keith said sympathetically, just as their waiter appeared with their plates.
Dinner was enjoyable. The food was good, even if Lance wasn’t very hungry. He tried to at least eat something; he didn’t want Keith getting suspicious. Because there was nothing wrong. Everyone had an off day now and then.
The drive home was less enjoyable. A thick rain had set in, driving hard against the roof of the car with heavy thuds. Keith nearly had a heart attack when he realized one of the back windows was open and half his car interior was drenched. His loud, sudden curse and frantic button pushing had Lance panicking, and after they settled down Lance spent the rest of the trip with his head leaned on the window, trying to slow his heart rate, breath fogging the glass that was already warped from the downpour.
Keith pulled an umbrella from the trunk, escorting Lance to his apartment building under a safe bubble of rain protection. “I didn’t know it was going to rain tonight,” he said as they climbed the stairs.
“Me either.” Lance fumbled with his keys and pushed open the door. The first clap of thunder boomed outside as he hung up his jacket. Rain hammered on the windows. It cast eerie shadows along the length of the room, making Lance shiver. “Maybe…you could stay the night?” he suggested hopefully. He liked rain, loved it, but paired with thunder and flashes of lightning, it was just lonely.
“Sure.” Keith flopped down on the couch and flicked on the TV. “You want to watch a movie or something?”
Lance had to force himself to speak clearly and not mumble. The journey up the stairs had taken about all he had, and he was exhausted. “I dunno. I’m kinda tired. You can watch something if you want, but I’m just gonna go to bed.”
“Alright,” Keith said, already typing ‘Transformers’ into the search bar. Lance chuckled. They both had a thing for giant robots.
Sleep should have come easily, but the more Lance tried to drift off, the more he tossed and turned. His limbs felt like lead, being dragged into the mattress. His stomach squirmed and growled, but he wasn’t hungry at all. He’d barely been able to finish dinner, and the mere thought of eating now made him curl in on himself.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed (though it was presumably the length of at least one giant robot movie) before Keith wriggled into bed next to him, clad in Lance’s pyjamas and drowsily brushing hair from his face. Keith gradually scooted closer, wrapping his arms and legs around Lance in prime cuddle position. The steady sound of Keith’s heartbeat finally lulled him to sleep.
Lance didn’t really know what woke him up, but one thing was for sure, he felt ten times worse. He looked blearily at the clock. 2am.
He knew from experience that it was always best to tell someone when you weren’t feeling well. Lack of doing so resulted in one of his least favourite memories: collapsing in the peacock habitat on his fifth-grade class trip to the zoo. Ever since the traumatic experience of being feverish and surrounded by blue plumage and angry squawking, he’d done his best not to keep it a secret when he was feeling under the weather. Besides, hadn’t he told Keith he would let him know if something was wrong?
“Keith. Keeeith,” Lance whispered, poking his boyfriend’s forehead.
“What,” Keith mumbled through a yawn, “what is it?”
“I don’t feel good.”
Keith seemed to snap awake, disentangling himself from the mess of blankets and Lance. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”
“My stomach hur—” Before Lance could finish, he felt his gut lurch. He jolted from the bed, stumbling blindly down the hallway and into the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping the cool porcelain with clammy hands. Keith followed him, flicking on the lights and kneeling down to gently rub Lance’s back as nausea overtook him and heaves began to rock his entire body. Even after the vomiting spell was over, he was still shaking and sweating uncontrollably. He fell back against Keith, burying his face in Keith’s chest to try and stop the sniffling and hiccoughs that wracked his own slim frame.
“Shhh,” Keith soothed, running his hand through Lance’s hair, “it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
“What’s wrong with me?” Lance moaned into Keith’s t-shirt.
“You’re alright, babe. I think you just have a little stomach bug, is all. You probably caught it from one of your coworkers. Hey, do you think you’ll need to throw up again, or are you ready to go back to bed?”
“Bed,” Lance replied weakly. He clung to Keith as the two stood, his knees wobbling together. Keith sighed and scooped him up, tucking Lance’s head against his shoulder. Lance let Keith carry him into the bedroom and ease him under the blankets.
“I’m going to get you a drink of water, okay babe?” Keith asked, pressing a kiss to Lance’s forehead. He frowned at the thin sheen of sweat and layer of heat that sat there.
“Be quick,” Lance pleaded.
Lance didn’t have the energy to count, but Keith returned momentarily and made him sip the water before he crawled into bed next to Lance for the second time that night.
“Try and rest,” Keith murmured as Lance snuggled up to him.
“I’m sorry,” Lance said softly.
“Sorry? Lance, you don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault if you’re sick.”
“But I woke you up. And now I’m all gross and pathetic, and I probably have bad breath—”
Keith slipped a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look him in the eye.