Third person POV

The two agreed to train in hand-to-hand combat and after ten minutes of bragging Keith agreed to teach Lance how to fight with a sword if the situation ever came up where he would have no choice but to use one.

They started with hand-to-hand combat.

Lance moved first, determined to show Keith he had gotten faster and sharper. He wanted to beat Keith.
Lance aimed to punch Keith square in the jaw, but Keith grabbed his fist, spinning him around and gave him a hard kick in the lower back sending Lance flying forward and face first not the ground.
Lance groaned and let out a sigh. Keith immediately knew what Lance was trying to prove.

"You've gotten better. Faster moves and more force behind your attacks."
Keith said trying not to look at Lance butt which was pointed up in the air.

Keith walked around the mess on the floor which was Lance and bent down offering Lance a hand up. Lance looked up eyes wide and mouth agape.
Had he heard that right?
Had THE Keith just complimented THE Lance?

Damn right he did.

Slowly he got to his hands and place his more smooth tanned hand in Keith's tougher pale one. Keith smiled down at Lance causing him to blush slightly and helped him to his feet.

Once they were both standing Lance was even more shocked and stumbled back a few steps, moth still hanging open. He felt his cheeks heating up but he pushed that away.

"You complemented me? And helped me up? AND YOU SMILED?!?!" Lance managed to get out with his voice completely shattering.

"Keith. Buddy. Your not fAlLIng for me are you?" Lance clasped his hands over his mouth. He had attempted to give his normal flirtatious pick up line but his voice broke.

Was he falling for him?

Did Keith had the same feelings that he had for him?

Similar questions were racing through his mind at lighting speed.

Keith, however, being slightly dense in the situations had not realised why his voice had cracked.

"Lance, are you alright? I must have kicked you too hard. Do want to take a brake of get a drink from the kitchen?"

Lance's mind went blank and he just nodded slowly, hands still covering his mouth.
After a few seconds past and the two were still standing there Keith realised Lance was frozen in place. So Keith took Lance's hand and lead him to the kitchen, leaving the training behind.

Lance looked down at their two hands intertwined in each other's. His face beat red and a huge smile plastered his face. He gave Keith's had a light squeeze. This in turn made Keith beat red realising what he was doing. But he didn't stop but instead returned the gentle squeeze.

The two still walking to the kitchen.

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