Lietro

( Lance )
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Lance strode down the steps toward the bathroom. He tried turning the knob. Since it was stuck, he made a small earthquake to open it.
His eyes widened as he looked inside, frozen in place. Pietro stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind him and encircling his body. His skin glistened from the water and glowed with life. His hair was weighed down by the water and it gave off a certain sheen as it framed his face.
Pietro noticed Lance and me his gaze. Blushing, Lance ran back to his room to get ready for school.

( Pietro )
Sitting in History, Pietro kept glancing over at Lance. The incident that morning was somewhat of a shock to Pietro. Usually Lance would have just bluntly exclaimed he had had to see such a thing and been done with it. But now he was being shy about it and avoiding Pietro at all costs.
Neither had breathed of it to Toad or Blob, but, eventually it was certain that they would find out.
The worst part about it was that Pietro couldn’t decide how he felt about it. Yes, Lance needed to learn how to knock. But after that, he wasn’t sure where he stood in the matter and honestly couldn’t decide whether or not he liked that Lance has seen him stepping out of the shower. He surely didn’t know how Lance felt about it since he adamantly refused to mention it.
Pietro thought briefly about the shame his father would feel if he turned out to be gay. Pietro discarded the thought almost instantly.
Toad and Blob would be out tonight so it was the perfect opportunity to talk to Lance.

( Lance )
Sitting on the couch, Lance flicked through the channels lazily. He was avoiding Pietro. The incident had been embarrassing. That wasn’t what upset him the most. What upset him the most was that he kind of liked it. School had been longer and more painful than usual as he contemplated his feeling and thoughts.
Suddenly, Pietro was in front of the TV. “Hiya, Lance,” he said slowly and deviously.
        “Uhh, hi Pietro,” Lance answered, unsure.
All of a sudden Pietro was on him, slow and careful. Tender and gentle.
“Wha-“ Lance started, but was silenced by Pietro’s gaze.
“Lance, I figured out what I want,” he said, cradling Lance’s face in his hand tenderly.
        “Uhh, I haven’t,” Lance said unconvinced.
“Just trust me,” he said, closing his eyes and pressing his mouth to Lance’s.
Lance opened his eyes wide in shock, but it felt so right that he closed them and pressed Pietro’s face to his. Soon his legs were wrapped around Pietro and he never wanted to let him go.