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“What is wrong with your dog?!” Lance shouts, his furious blue eyes narrowed as soapsuds slide down his face. Keith tries his hardest to keep his gaze stuck on Lance’s face, to prevent it from slipping down the glistening, bare skin of his chest that melts into his abs.
“He’s a wolf, not a dog,” he replies. Beside him, Kosmo howls as though he’s agreeing with Keith. Lance shoots a glare at Kosmo and he shuts up promptly. Then his glare turns on Keith and he regrets ever opening his mouth.
“Your cosmic pet drops you into the middle of my shower and that’s what you’re arguing about? The semantics of his species?” he snaps, throwing up an arm in frustration and sending suds flying. One lands on Keith’s hair. “Get out!”
He shrugs, his gaze snagging on Lance’s broad shoulders. “It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”
“Keith, get out!” he shrieks, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and hurling it at him. Keith manages to duck in time before it slams against the wall where he was standing seconds before.
Five times Kosmo spontaneously teleports Keith to Lance’s side, and the one time Lance returns the favor.
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21 Jun 2025