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crimsonskeith · 4 years ago

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So....I may have forgotten about this tumblr

Lemme upload some art

#face.

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crimsonskeith · 4 years ago

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Keith watched as Lance slowly rose to consciousness with curious eyes, bringing one of his hands up to rest on his boyfriend’s upper arm and rub gentle circles there - almost as if to silently say I’m here. After all they’d been through in such a short time, he knew how good it felt to wake up and know that you were back on Earth. And even more so, back on Earth with your lover. He couldn’t keep track of the times he still wakes up in a cold sweat after a vivid nightmare. The only thing that truly grounded him to reality in those moments was an ocean-eyed boy who was sleeping blinking back at him now.

Lance was Keith’s home and Keith could only hope to be one of Lance’s.

“What are you…” he trailed off with a small chuckle at the half-asleep attempt to hug him. Keith quickly rebutted that attempt with a successful one of his own, his own arms finding Lance’s torso and pressing their bodies together until they were practically just one big pile of drowsiness.

“Hey…” Keith whispered back in acknowledgment, finally able to tug Lance in for a proper embrace. “I think your family ditched us to go get breakfast or something.” He added, his voice even softer and scratchier in the morning than usual. “It’s just us.” He couldn’t help but add, almost in disbelief, but more to get the point across to Lance that they were free to do whatever the fuck they wanted.

Life on Lance’s family’s farm was a far cry from what Keith was used to. It was good and sometimes, unexpected, especially coming from a life of having hardly any family. It had taken him a while to adjust to living somewhere with so much life and noise coming from every corner of the property, but once he relaxed, Keith actually enjoyed it.

He found himself helping out with the animals, babysitting nieces and nephews, even watching late night movies with Rachel when he couldn’t sleep. He felt more at home here than anywhere else he’d ever been. Keith laughed a lot more now - when Lance would tickle him in bed, when Lance’s mom told him an embarrassing childhood story involving his boyfriend. He smiled a lot more now - when a toddler learned how to say “Keef” for the first time or when Rachael remembered that strawberry was his favorite ice cream flavor. For the first time in his life, he could believe that domestic bliss was actually a thing.

It wasn’t hard to recognize when the house was empty, since silence seemed to be such a rare commodity in the McClain house. He felt the silence practically ring in his ears the second he woke up, not even opening his eyes was he rolled over closer to the warmth of Lance’s side. His legs easily intertwined with the other’s, letting his cheek press against the man’s chest for a few moments while he finally willed himself to open his eyes and huff a noise of amusement at the sight of his sleeping boyfriend.

Soon, he was trailing kiss after kiss up Lance’s chest and towards his neck, Keith’s nose wrinkling in silent amusement whenever he could get the other to stir in his sleep. His lips pressed against soft, tanned skin, only stopping at Lance’s sharp jawline.

“Wake up already…” he finally whispered.

@lanceymcclainy

#para: lance.

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crimsonskeith · 4 years ago

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crimsonskeith · 4 years ago

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Life on Lance’s family’s farm was a far cry from what Keith was used to. It was good and sometimes, unexpected, especially coming from a life of having hardly any family. It had taken him a while to adjust to living somewhere with so much life and noise coming from every corner of the property, but once he relaxed, Keith actually enjoyed it.

He found himself helping out with the animals, babysitting nieces and nephews, even watching late night movies with Rachel when he couldn’t sleep. He felt more at home here than anywhere else he’d ever been. Keith laughed a lot more now - when Lance would tickle him in bed, when Lance’s mom told him an embarrassing childhood story involving his boyfriend. He smiled a lot more now - when a toddler learned how to say “Keef” for the first time or when Rachael remembered that strawberry was his favorite ice cream flavor. For the first time in his life, he could believe that domestic bliss was actually a thing.

It wasn’t hard to recognize when the house was empty, since silence seemed to be such a rare commodity in the McClain house. He felt the silence practically ring in his ears the second he woke up, not even opening his eyes was he rolled over closer to the warmth of Lance’s side. His legs easily intertwined with the other’s, letting his cheek press against the man’s chest for a few moments while he finally willed himself to open his eyes and huff a noise of amusement at the sight of his sleeping boyfriend.

Soon, he was trailing kiss after kiss up Lance’s chest and towards his neck, Keith’s nose wrinkling in silent amusement whenever he could get the other to stir in his sleep. His lips pressed against soft, tanned skin, only stopping at Lance’s sharp jawline.

“Wake up already…” he finally whispered.

@lanceymcclainy

#para: lance.

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crimsonskeith · 4 years ago

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