Lance POV:

I finished my skin care treatment and washed off my face and drying it neatly. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my beard growing in a bit. Maybe I should just clean it up and keep it this time. I shaved and kept the small line  along my jaw and some more on my chin. I had my upper lip hair connect to the hair on my jaw. I wouldn't really consider it a moustanche because my hair was much thinner and clean. Now Coran, THATS A MUSTACHE.

Satisfied with how it looked I got dressed and lightly fixed my hair. I think I actually pull it off really well.

(It's actually called the stubble beard and it looks like dis:

I did so much research on beards,  honestly feel bad for anyone stupid enough to go through my browser history. 🧔)

I walked out of my room down the hall and plopped on couch. I talked to Hunk for a bit and he really liked my beard.

"I bet Keith will like it too." He winked at me.

I blushed slightly, of course I told Hunk about my crush on Keith. He is my best friend after all. "Do you really think he will? What if he thinks beards are gross or something. Maybe that's why he doesn't have one. I should shave it of before he sees me." I began talking really fast like I usually do when I become nervous.

"Relax Lance. He'll love it! How can he not? Even if he doesn't like beards, he hasn't seen one on you. That could completely bring him into a 180." Hunk patted my back assuringly.

"Thanks man." I smiled. We chatted a bit before I heard something loud drop.

Hunk and me both quickly looked in the direction of the loud noise and saw Keith picking up his gear nervously. His face was red and he was clearly a bit jumpy. Could it be the beard?

"Hey, I-uh, Sorry, I just dropped my bayard and uh-." He stood up and looked at be losing track of what he was saying. Keith cleared his throat and pulled on his collar slightly. "There's uhm something different about you L-Lance. Is that a-um beard?" He was shaky and obviously nervous. Really smooth Keith. It was definitely the beard, I know for sure now.

"Hey I'm gonna go talk to Pidge about something important, bai!" Hunk scurried out quickly leaving the two of us alone. Smooth Hunk, want obvious at all.

I chuckled lightly. "Yeah, thought I'd try something different. You like?"

"Yeah, i-it looks good. Like really good, but not like in a creepy way. Like it looks good but not like in a I think you look good kind of way. I mean you look good but not-." Keith was screaming internally, I could tell from here. His gay was showing.

"Keith?" I asked stopping his rambling.

"Yeah?" He looked at me with wide eyes and was frozen. "You're cute when your flustered." Oml, did I just say that?! This beard has given me power! The power of more self confidence!! Knowing how it was affecting Keith I felt like I could just say these things.

"Y-you- what?" He stared at me in astonishment.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." He said quicker than I expected. I leaned forward closing the gap and pressed our lips together softly. My hands found his waist and his right hand wound up in my hair the other on my leg.

When we parted I could only mutter one thing: "Wow."

He smiled and kissed me again and I just melted into it.

We parted again and I smiled widely. "I don't think you realize how long I've waited to do that."

"Me too."

"So?"

"So what?" Keith raised an eyebrow.

"So? Was it the beard?" I rubbed it confidently.

"Well I never really considered myself a fan of them, I never cared one way or the other but I don't know it just was really... cute." Keith laughed.

"Cute? Not manly? Or handsome?" I squinted my eyes.

"Manly? Eh. Handsome? Yes." Keith messed with my shirt. "Honestly I can't grow a beard myself."

"Really?" I asked ignoring the whole manly insult.

"Yeah, it just grows a little patchy and whatnot. Plus it feels a kinda weird."

"To think, I was worried you'd think it was gross." I laughed.

"Usually when teenage boys try to grow a beard it's all peach fuzz and it does look gross but yours is nice." Keith shrugged.

I smirked triumphantly, "I never thought my crush from the Garrison would ever compliment me having a beard."

"You liked me all the way back from the Garrison?"

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I mean I thought you were really attractive and all but I think I started to like you after our first bonding moment." He smiled leaning back on the couch.

I chuckled and leaned in kissing him again. "Well, my evening turned out pretty well."