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~*Touch Me If You Can*~

Shiro was the last one to sit down for dinner. While he was away, Lance and Keith decided to do a wager. Whoever could be the quietest while at the dinner table wins, the winner would get to make the loser do what they wanted for two days.

Let the games begin.

Lance made the first move by putting a hand low on Keith's stomach, instantly, Keith drew in a breath and turned red. He looked out the corner of his eye to see Lance gushing over the food with Hunk, who had a shy smile on his face.

Keith narrowed his eyes and scooped some of the food into his mouth.

He made a bolder move by settling his hand high on Lance's thigh and just sitting there. There was a just barely audible squeak from the back of lance's throat. Hunk gave Lance a weird look, and when he didn't respond, he looked to keith.

He responded with a shrug, which made hunk turn to talk with pidge.

This continued on for the next twenty minutes, both moves getting bolder and bolder, as if they forgot they were at a dinner table with their friends, not even a few feet away. They got so absorbed into the challenge, they didn't notice all the looks a certain someone was sending them. (Everybody else honestly, didn't care. As long as they didn't start a another food fight, everybody was fine to let them be).

"Keith, Lance, are you both alright? You're all red and you've barely eaten a thing."

Everyone at the table froze, and looked at their leader. He was standing at his seat, looking at Lance and Keith with concern.

The two in question, were horrified. They thought they had done a good job at being subtle, and now, Lance was about to be caught with his hand down Keith's pants and Keith was about to be caught with his hand up Lance's shirt.

Keith opened his mouth to give an excuse, which Lance say as the perfect opportunity to win the challenge. Lance squeezed and Keith let out a loud high pitched squeal.

Keith snatched his hand from under Lance's shirt and covered his mouth, horrified.

Lance doubled over with laughter, which gave him the perfect opportunity to get his hand out of Keith's pants.

"What is going on here!" Shiro asked, honestly worried.

"Me and Keithy here, had a deal, the one who stayed quiet the longest wins and the loser has to do what the winner wants for two days!"

Shiro stared at them for a minute longer, than left the room shaking his head, muttering about how he wished they would just get along.

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"HOW WAS HE NOT AWARE LANCE HAD HIS HAND DOWN KEITH'S PANTS THIS ENTIRE TIME!?"

"PIDGE!"