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“During our last mission to planet Xalith-3 , as identified on the coalition’s database, BOM members encountered an energy spike. According to intelligence received from Matt Holt and his rebel organization, we were able to successfully eliminate the largest hub of quintessence production ever used by the Galra empire. The next slides will consist of graphic images and audio recordings we collected during the mission. I understand that some images might be hard to process for some of you, feel free to leave the room at any point during this briefing.”
Keith was tired. Not only had he just returned from 3 days of extensive diplomatic negotiations but now he also has to stand in front of 100 something Garrison officials and talk about the same mission he has presented dozens of times, all because his stupid brother decided to collect blackmail on him about a certain karaoke night where he may have been drunk. And he can’t say no to Shiro. Whatever.
Coming back to Earth meant that he got to take a pseudo vacation from the soul-sucking missions he had been sent on these past few months, seeing a proper sunset and eating junk food until he physically couldn’t move anymore. And Lance.
Lance, who picked him up at the Garrison’s Landing Port in his beat up blue truck, who greeted Keith with a thousand-watt smile and a kiss that will go down in history as ‘Keith Kogane’s Very Gay Very Cute Homecoming’, according to Hunk. Just thinking about that morning two days ago brings a small smile to his face, which he quickly erases seeing as he’s currently showing photos of decapitated sentries. Lance would get a kick out of him right now.
Just as he thinks that, the doors to the auditorium swing open and in walks his husband of three years in black slacks and a navy blue turtleneck.
Keith has to clear his throat before continuing on with the speech, already distracted by long legs and caramel skin, keeping his eyes on Lance as he walks down the steps. “So, uhm, the Lance facility, wait- the Pahnt facility was completely destroyed when we left the scene,”
Lance is still walking towards him, playful smirk on display and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He laughs when he hears Keith’s pathetic mistake. Knows exactly the effect he has on him. He’s Impossible to ignore.
“I won’t pretend to still keep my focus, people. Please welcome the eye of Voltron, my right-hand man and badass husband, Lance Mcclain.” Keith can’t control his laugh as Lance pauses, slaps a hand on his chest and gasps. Loudly. Every eye in the room focuses on them as Lance climbs up on the stage next to Keith, grabs his face and plants a giant smooch on his cheek, just to then grab the mike and declare, “He forgot his lunch”. The room dissolves into giggles as the blue paladin saunters off the way he came from.
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Later in the day when Keith opens the door to their apartment he can already hear Lance giggling to himself. He rounds the corner and is presented with the most beautiful man he has ever met, cuddled up under a mountain of blankets while he holds a communicator in his hands, “Alright man I have to go, Keith just got home and is three seconds away from losing his mind.” He says with a laugh.
Hunk responds with, “ I’d be losing it too if I was married to a crazy person. Anyway, bye. Love you, buddy.”, and ends the call.
Keith keeps his eyes on Lance, his glare playfully threatening but his heart betraying him with warmth. Dropping his bag by the door with a heavy sigh, he strides over to the couch, collapsing beside his husband with exaggerated frustration.
“You really had to do that during my briefing?” Keith grumbles, though his lips twitch with the threat of a smile.
Lance snickers, shifting under the blankets to snuggle closer. “Oh, come on, Kogane. You know you loved the attention. Besides, you forgot your lunch. I was being a responsible husband.”
Keith rolls his eyes but can’t resist leaning in to press a soft kiss to Lance’s temple. “A responsible husband wouldn’t sabotage my reputation as a bitch.”
Lance gasps dramatically, pulling away just enough to glare with mock offense. “Sabotage? Keith, darling, I elevated your reputation. Now everyone will know you’re a bitch to everyone but me.”
Keith snorts and lets his head fall back against the couch. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me for it.” Lance grins triumphantly, snuggling into Keith’s side with a content sigh.
“I do.” Keith smiles softly, running a hand through Lance’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. The exhaustion from his day melts away, replaced by the quiet comfort of home, of them.
“You didn’t even bring me lunch, weirdo,” Keith murmurs, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against Lance’s head. He feels more than sees Lance’s smile as he answers, “Well, I brought you eye candy.”
He’d marry this man in every universe, Keith swears.