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1 | Insomnia | keith-centric2 | Secret Santa Gift3 | Dream | smut4 | Loud | smut5 | Revelations6 | Homeward7 | Pretty Boy | smut8 | Hunger | smut | trans Lance
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He heard the harsh pitter-patter of rain splatter against the glass as lightning pierced through the pitch darkness. The bedroom lit up from the silent flash, causing his tired, burning eyes to gaze toward the shut window sill. He counted in silence, waiting for the loud, roar of thunder. When it finally bellowed overhead, Keith felt the small apartment rumble beneath its intensity.He felt his partner shift from the noise, a soft whine escaping his barely parted lips.Keith allowed himself a small smile. With careful, calculated movements, he turned to his side -- facing the other male -- and gently caressed the boy’s cheek with his knuckles. The room lit up again. Thunder roared seconds later.In the darkness, Keith watched his partner sleep. A part of him felt a little envious the Cuban boy was able to sleep so deeply despite the loud clatter of noise outside. As exhausted as Keith was, he couldn’t bring himself to rest. Every time he shut his eyes, his mind would kick into high gear.His thoughts were a chaotic mess. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what breathing techniques or meditative thoughts Lance tried to teach him, Keith simply couldn’t sleep and when he did, it was barely through the night. The most he’d gotten in the last week was 5 hours, collectively.And yet, despite his weary mind and his almost desperate desire to finally be enough at peace with himself to sleep, Keith found only one good thing from his insomnia. He got to see Lance’s cute resting face.His smile grew broader. He reached out for the boy again, his fingers barely reaching the soft expanse of warm skin when thunder barreled loudly overhead. The wind picked up speed, splattering cold summer rain harshly against their bedroom window. He watched as his partner startled.Lance jumped in his place, blue eyes wild with panic.“Hey, hey, calm down,” Keith soothed, carefully grabbing the boy’s chin so that Lance had no choice but to stare into his eyes. “I’m here. It’s just a storm.”He felt the boy’s muscles relax into the mattress. Keith released his chin and returned to softly caressing his cheek until Lance’s warm hand cupped his own. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Another streak of lightning lit up their bedroom -- just bright enough for Lance to take in the utter exhaustion written in his boyfriend’s eyes. He sighed.“Were you already awake or did the storm wake you?”“I was already awake. I couldn’t sleep. My mind is just... you know, a mess.”“Shiro is going to be okay.”“How do you know that?” Keith asked, his heart suddenly racing. Leave it to Lance to know what he’s thinking without even having to say it.Lance was surprisingly good at that. Now at least. He could still recall a time in which they were constantly bumping heads because of opposing views but the years they spent together, trying to out best the other, had shown Keith that Lance was quite the empathetic soul.There was more to him than met the eye. Lance was a man of many talents, one of them just happened to be reading people -- especially Keith.Lance pulled the older boy into his arms. He wrapped their blankets around them as Keith buried his nose in his boyfriend’s chest and inhaled his comforting scent. Lance was deliciously warm against him. Their bedroom was cool from the air conditioner they had on full blast and with the storm raging outside, Keith felt that if he tried hard enough to sleep, he would.“Shiro is the strongest person we know, babe. He’s not going to let any sickness take him down.” Lance assured him, rubbing soothing circles into Keith’s backside. “Besides, he’s got Adam and us by his side. He’s going to beat it. He’ll be okay. But you need to sleep. You’re going to make yourself sick if you don’t.”Keith couldn’t help the snort that escaped his throat. “I don’t get sick.” He stated.Lance rolled his eyes, though he knew Keith couldn’t see. “Yeah, yeah, hotshot. I know your immune system is better than mine, but only getting five hours of sleep in the last six days is enough to wear out your body.”Lance pulled Keith closer to him, holding him tightly.“Sleep.” The Cuban demanded. “Or I’m going to spill your deepest darkest secrets to the guys.”Keith stiffened. “You wouldn’t dare.”“I’m daring. I’m not afraid of you, Samurai.” Lance huffed challengingly. He pressed a tender kiss into Keith’s black locks and said, “Sleep. Please. For me.”Keith allowed himself to melt into his boyfriend’s arms. He felt safe and warm within the embrace, and for the first time since Shiro’s diagnosis only a week ago, allowed himself to stop thinking. He listened to the loud shhhhh of rain drench the world outside. He focused on the quiet, barely audible thud of Lance’s heart thump against his cheek.He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Keith wasn’t a fan of the holidays. The rowdy crowds, the wailing children, and the endless sea of traffic, both vehicular and human, were some of the many things he resented about the holidays. Keith preferred the quiet intimate gatherings he had with his friends in college or the romantic dinners Lance bestowed on him when they began dating. But he knew, sooner or later, Keith would have to stray from the comfort of his routine. He didn’t think it would have to be so soon.He released a shaky breath, his body thrumming with nervous tension as he eyed the clock hanging on the wall. In fifteen minutes, he will be on the road with his longtime boyfriend heading straight to the lion’s den. He played with the hemming of his ugly Christmas sweater, long deft fingers twisting and curling the worn thread. Violet eyes scan the luggage scattered around his feet, a terrible reminder of what awaited him the next few days.His right leg began to bounce.“Lance hurry up! We’re going to be late.” He called, though a part of him hoped his boyfriend didn’t listen. He hoped Lance’s near religious beauty regiment kept him stalled in the bathroom until their set departure time came and went. But he knew better. Lance’s excitement in seeing his family again rivaled a child on Christmas day. There was nothing Keith could do to prevent him from seeing them, and quite frankly, Keith wouldn’t dream of doing that to Lance.In the four years they have been dating, this would be the first holiday Keith had the pleasure of meeting the entire McClain-Alvarez family. Four years was a long time to wait – not that Lance hadn’t tried. Being an orphan, Keith’s only known family was his adopted brother Shiro and his parents. But Lance, having been a big fan of Shiro before he ever laid eyes on Keith, was already quite familiar with the Shirogane family. Time constraints had kept Keith from meeting the entirety of Lance’s family. In fact, it was only this past New Year’s did Keith finally get the opportunity to officially be introduced to Lance’s parents.Keith grimaced. Their encounter hadn’t been too terrible, far from it, but Keith would be lying if he said he hadn’t been nervous. Terrified, actually. His boyfriend’s parents. The memory alone was enough to make Keith’s stomach quiver in nervousness.He took another shaky breath. At least Shiro would be there. Keith didn’t know how he planned on surviving without his big brother there as a support system.Lance came rushing into the living room, a beanie over his head and a blue scarf wrapped around his elegant neck.“Ready?” He grinned. He made way toward the kitchen and pulled out two travel-sized water bottles from the fridge. He tossed the second to Keith and took a desperate swig from his bottle.Keith quirked a curious brow. “Nervous?” He teased.Lance drank the cool liquid in three big gulps. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “Psssh! Me? What do I have to be nervous about? They’re just my family.” He rolled his eyes dramatically then eyed his half-empty bottle of water.His knuckles were white against his tan skin, stretched taught with how hard he gripped the bottle.Keith closed the space between them and laid a gentle, warm hand against his boyfriend’s arm.“Hey, I’m nervous too.” He murmured.Lance’s deep ocean blue eyes snapped to his face, thin brows furrowed in disbelief. “Babe, seriously? My mom practically adores you. You have nothing to be nervous about.”Keith laughed. It came out breathless and airy, sabotaged by the anxiety flowing in his veins. He hoped Lance didn’t see how much of a wreck this entire trip was making him feel.“I’ve only met your parents once and that was this past New Year’s, Lance. Just because your parents like me doesn’t mean the rest of your family will. So yes, I’m freaking out here.”“Okay, okay,” Lance sighed. He downed the remainder of his water then grabbed another. Without warning, he pulled Keith into his chest and captured his lips; cold and moist from the drink, but still soft and plump as Keith remembered. They pulled away, rosy-cheeked and breathless.Keith swallowed thickly, his mind suddenly a jumbled mess. “What was that for?”“Courage,” Lance grinned, his breath cold against Keith’s lips. “We’re going to need a lot of it to get through today.”They kissed again, delicate and slow, basking in the comfort of each other before Keith reluctantly pulled away. He grabbed both of their luggage and glanced at the clock.“We should go.”“Right. Yup! Let’s go!” Lance grabbed their coats from the closet and rushed out of the apartment, his mouth moving a mile a minute as he twittered about traffic and presents and who he expected to be at the gathering.Keith sighed. He grabbed the forgotten car keys from the key holder, locked up their apartment and followed Lance into the elevator.The drive to Lance’s family home wasn’t a long one. It was an hour and thirty minutes at most with no traffic, but it was enough time for Keith to simmer in the passenger seat, his body thrumming with excessive energy. He listened to his boyfriend’s anxious ramblings, his words no longer coherent. Keith would have preferred to drive, it would have kept his mind off of their impending destination, but Lance’s insistent drumming against the door would have driven Keith up the wall. So for now, Keith let his boyfriend distract himself with the endless expanse of road ahead of them.Lance’s fingers tapped the leather steering wheel in a disjointed rhythm. He hummed to the music from the radio, sang when he knew the words but mostly, Keith listened to the boy talk to himself about highway exits and bathroom breaks. (He debated for fifteen minutes if a bathroom break was needed despite being on the road for less than ten minutes.)From the corner of his eyes, Keith caught the tension building in Lance’s lanky frame. The way his jaw clenched and his lips thinned, Keith wanted nothing more than to run his thumb over his boyfriend’s jaw to soothe away his fears. “You’re going to have a blast, Keith.” He said after a while. “Especially if Titi brings the coquito.” The smile on Lance’s face morphed into a grimace. “Or maybe not. I forgot you’re lactose intolerant.” He glanced at Keith with sympathetic blue eyes before turning back to the road.Keith snorted, a small smile on his lips. “So who’s going to be there exactly?”“Uh, my parents obviously. You said Shiro was coming right?”“With Allura.” Lance nodded. “Right. Then there’s my grandparents, my siblings… uh… Titi Maria, my little cousins…” Lance trailed off, counting the guests in his mind. “Twelve people. Maybe more? I don’t know. It’s hard to tell with the holidays.”Keith tensed, his anxiety spiking. He stared at the shifting scenery and forced his muscles to relax for Lance’s sake. He heaved a heavy sigh.“Okay. Cool.”Lance glanced his way, adoration in his eyes. With his right hand, he reached for Keith’s and intertwined their fingers.“You’re going to have a great time, I promise.”Keith squeezed the warm, sweaty hand in gratitude.They reached the house just as the sun dipped below the horizon. It bathed the sky in an array of reds and oranges that brought comfort to Keith despite the nerves that clawed in his gut. He scanned the house for any sign of life. He bit his bottom lip, half expecting a crowd of people to parade out into the lawn once Lance parked the car. And yet, no one came or noticed their arrival. In truth, the house seemed devoid of life. Covered in a rainbow of lights and decorated from roof to bottom in holiday decorations, the house was a gorgeous beacon of light in an otherwise quiet, dark block, but Keith heard no music or saw shadows dancing across the curtain covered windows. For just one second, he liked to pretend there was no one home.Lance’s shaky exhale brought him back to reality. He turned to his boyfriend, who gripped the steering wheel as though his life depended on it.“We’re here,” Lance laughed shakily. “Did Shiro message you?”“Yeah. He’ll be here in thirty minutes.”Lance nodded. “Okay. Cool.”They remained in the car, the air tense with their apprehension.“We should go in.”“Y-yeah, we should.”Neither of them moved.Keith’s clammy pale hand found its way to Lance. He pried his boyfriend’s fingers from the steering wheel and laced their fingers together again.“We’ve got this.” He murmured, violet eyes bright with determination.Lance licked his dry lips. “Y-yeah,” he nodded stiltedly. “We can do this.”Keith pressed a tender kiss against Lance’s knuckles. He traced his thumb over his lover’s skin in small tranquil circles. “I love you.” He smiled warmly. “And thank you for bringing me here. For trusting me and loving me enough to do this.”Lance swallowed. He leaned in, closing the gap between them and pressed his lips against Keith’s mouth in a desperate, grateful kiss.“I love you too.” He whispered. He rested his forehead against Keith’s, hot breath ghosting against pink lips.Keith nuzzled Lance’s nose affectionately before pulling away. “Let’s go meet our family.” He grinned.
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It’s late at night when Keith finally joins Lance in their bed. Fresh out of the shower, boldly naked and mostly dry save for the wetness of his hair, the older male slips under the covers and draws in close to Lance’s warmth. A calloused hand reaches out. He can feel Lance’s bare torso beneath his fingers, practically smirks in triumph at the darkening flush crawling along his lover’s dark skin. But Lance doesn’t give him the pleasure of acknowledgment. Not yet anyway.Lance lays on his back, his hands drawn behind his head. He scans the ceiling, his mind devoid of any particular thought. Like Keith, he’s not quite tired. Sore perhaps, from a long day of running around and doing nothing, but not exhausted enough to allow himself to sleep.Keith draws in closer again, nuzzling his nose against the nap of Lance’s neck. He inhales the younger boy’s scent and releases a warm breath through a noisy exhale. Lance chuckles. Keith places tender kisses against his lover’s skin and draws his tongue along the boy’s jugular.This wasn’t what he had in mind when he stepped out of the shower. Cuddling naked was something they did for comfort. It wasn’t meant as an open invitation for sex, but the soft, breathy sighs of Lance’s moans and the way his body shudders beneath Keith’s touch presses him to continue.Lance drapes an arm around Keith, silently urging him closer. Keith obliges. He scoots over onto Lance’s body and reattaches his mouth onto his heated flesh. The happy little groan he gets in response is enough encouragement for Keith to sink his teeth into the forming bruise.“You should give me more hickies, Keith,” Lance chuckles, his voice slightly breathless despite not moving. “I wanna see the look on Sora’s face when I show it off. I bet he’ll get flustered.”Keith stops what he's doing, his brows furrowing. "And why on Earth would that make him flustered?” There's an edge to his tone that Lance recognizes distantly as annoyance. Possibly jealousy.Lance laughs. "There's rumors about Sora. You know he's part of the Love Council, right? Which, by the way, I'm still waiting my invitation for. I think it's stupid they haven't invited me, the master of romance, into their committee."Keith returns to abusing Lance's skin as the boy rants, his earlier jealousy dissipating. He moves to the other side of Lance’s neck, satisfied with the number of bruises he’s left on the right side. Lance keeps rambling about the council – some dumb committee that’s shouldn’t exist but does, just like everything else in this god forsaken place. In fact, he’s so enthralled with talking, he doesn’t even react to Keith’s sucking.He decides to reel him in."What does that have to do with giving you bruises?" He bites Lance's shoulder gently, relishing the quick inhale his boyfriend does beneath him."A-aah, yeah, so Sora supposedly has this thing about lust and sex. And yesterday, it was really obvious he, you know, did things so I--" Keith sinks his teeth into Lance's neck again, harder this time but careful not to break skin. Lance gasps. He wraps his arms around Keith's shoulders and draws their bodies close.He swallows thickly and struggles to find the words to speak coherently."S-so I started teasing him." He finishes lamely. Keith moves away from his neck and starts peppering his chest with kisses. "H-he got really flustered with all my sexual innuendo.""'Course," Keith mutters hoarsely. He stops lavishing Lance's chest with attention and eyes the languid boy seriously. "Is that all you did yesterday? Torment Sora?""I didn't torment him, but yeah I basically tormented him."Lance dissolves into a rant about his day while Keith begins to prep. The one sided conversation jars as Keith slips a few fingers into his boyfriend's pert opening, but Keith brings Lance back on track by asking him questions. Lance returns to his displeasure with the Love Council when Keith suddenly slips inside. Lance's back arches, an unabashed moan fills the room.“Fuck—at least warn me before you dick me.” He gasps.Keith rolls his eyes. “Lance, my fingers were just inside you. What more of a warning do you want?” As he talks, he slips neatly in between Lance’s thighs and nuzzles the boy’s bruised neck. He can feel Lance’s warmth clench and unclench around him, adjusting to his thickness as he waits.Lance exhales slowly."Did you use lube? I feel like you didn’t use lube.”“I used lube.” His boyfriend mutters, kissing just beneath his earlobe. “I’m moving. Keep talking.” As promised, his hips start to move, slow and gentle, as he nibbles on Lance’s ear lobe."Fuck," Lance mutters breathlessly. His body arches into the sensations building deep inside him, his mind slowly growing hazy as Keith moves."So you want to annoy Sora by showing off your bruises?" Keith picks up pace, scattering Lance's thoughts further."Ye-yeah, yeah. Basically." Unconsciously, Lance spreads his legs wider. He grunts from a particularly delicious thrust. "I asked him to send me an invite for the Love Council too."Keith shifts. "What did he say?"Lance scowls. "That it takes more than being a flirt to get into the council." Keith draws back. He pulls Lance's legs upward by the thighs and spears into his boyfriend with deft precision. Lance squawks."Fuck!" Keith smirks. "Shut up Keith! Don't say a word.""Wouldn't dream of it."Keith encases Lance between his arms, his hips shoving into his lover's ass with harsh, yet precise thrusts. Lance arcs under him, gasping and mewling. Drool starts to dribble from the corner of his mouth. Keith snatches his lips. Their tongues press and shove in a desperate yet harmonious dance until neither of them can breathe and the world is too hot to keep going.Keith pulls away, satisfied with his boyfriend's flushed expression."Why is Sora against sex?"Lance whimpers. His nerves are on fire, his brain can barely function and Keith asks him a question like that? He curves his back outward, hands gripping Keith's wrists with a strength that could bruise."I don't-I don't know!" He whines, his body trembling. "Oh god. Fuck Keith, I'm gonna--ah!"Keith plummets into him. Each thrust is harder than the last until Lance screams his climax and spurts ringlets of cum onto his heaving stomach. Keith continues thrusting despite the boy's keening wails, his walls tight from the orgasm and hot. So very hot. His orgasm slams into him without warning and Keith collapses on top of his boyfriend as he pumps his load deep inside Lance.He slows to a stop, breathless and sweaty, but pleased. He ignores the sticky wetness smearing their stomachs from Lance's orgasm in favor of peppering Lance's flush, sweaty face with tired kisses."I bet he’s kinky." Lance says once his breathing regulates. His fingers draw lazy circles along Keith's shoulder blades. "Sora is probably too embarrassed to accept it."Keith grunts. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of Lance's neck, content to lay there despite the mess. Lance doesn't seem to mind.
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Lance is a screamer. He’s loud, shameless and absolutely fucking lewd. Exactly how Keith likes it. He doesn’t curse like a sailor, or maybe he does, Keith isn’t sure. In the throes of their passion, Lance seems to alternate between English and Spanish—or maybe he’s babbling—its hard to tell. They all sound the same in Keith’s ears. It doesn’t matter to him either way, because Lance’s noises get to him. It riles up something primal in him, has his blood burn like magma deep beneath his skin. It builds and builds like a volcano ready to burst but Keith doesn’t want to give in. Not yet. Not when Lance’s sounds resonate off the walls like a god damn choir of angels. He wonders for a moment if their fucking is loud enough for heaven and hell to hear. Wonders almost comically what the expressions on their friend's faces would be tomorrow when they see Lance covered in bites and bruises; all signs of an ownership that’s unspoken but understood. He wonders, dangerously, possessively, if anyone else pictured Lance the way he is, moaning and grunting, panting and drooling underneath Keith’s bestial thrusts. Sometimes Keith growls in tangent to Lance’s moans. His own grunts and breaths intermingle with Lance’s, becoming one in the same way they do. It embarrasses him slightly, having such a romantic thought in the middle of something deliciously sinful, but Keith doesn’t mind, and he knows he’ll confess it later to Lance when they’re done. Because as much as Keith loves their fucking, loves their lovemaking—their togetherness—he loves the aftermath more. Lance is loud then too, but not in a way that has Keith growling and claiming. He’s loud in his actions, in the way his fingers curl through Keith’s hair in soft, deliberate touches and in the sleepy, dopey smile that falls across his face when Keith nuzzles into his neck; in the way Lance peppers him in kisses despite the exhaustion and soreness riddling his body from their actions. He’s loud in the way he whispers I love you and I miss you against his lips, his skin, his neck.Lance is loud in the way he holds Keith close, cradling him, protecting him. Loving him. And that too touches Keith deep in his core, but the feeling is warm rather than burning. It’s soft and sweet, like a comforting blanket over a cold, frail body. It’s an alien feeling, to be held, to be loved and desired. But that’s the reality of things, isn’t it? Lance loves him and desires him in ways that transcend beyond the physical.Keith knows this.Understands it even.He feels the same way. Lance is loud, both in sex and in love, and Keith wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Keith’s eyes are on him even before the festivities begin. It’s almost comical, really, how quickly Keith finds the former blue paladin amidst the crowd of nameless faces. It’s almost magnetic, like there's something in the way Lance moves that draws Keith to him, or maybe it’s not about his movements. Maybe it’s just Lance.Whatever it is, Keith watches him maneuver through the crowd, his smile bright and wide and his hair a mess. The all-white tuxedo fits him like a glove, and Keith finds himself admiring the way it hugs Lance’s body and shows off the length of his dangerous legs. He looks good—gorgeous even—and the thought makes something twist within Keith’s chest.Lance hasn’t spotted him, but Keith doesn’t expect him to. At least, not yet. With the number of people mingling about, and the way Hunk and Pidge swarm into Lance’s field of vision, Keith doesn’t expect to speak with the former paladin until later in the evening. For now, Keith is content with standing close to the shadows, his barely touched drink in hand.The music is loud and upbeat. It carries across the open expanse of the venue and reverberates into the darkening night sky. Keith’s violet eyes catches sight of Shiro on the dance floor, cheeks tinged red from the exertion of dancing and maybe even from alcoholic consumption. His newly wedded husband doesn’t seem to be faring any better, and Keith allows himself to smirk as Adam dips Shiro into a dangerously low curve. It’s graceful despite the look of surprise on Shiro’s face, and when Adam pulls him back into his arms, the wide, breathless smile Shiro gives him is bright enough to light up the starry night sky. Both men burst into laughter just as everyone else around them applauds. “Oh, there you are!”Keith nearly chokes on his own spit and whips his attention toward Lance, whose bright grin doesn’t seem nearly as bright now that he’s closer than before. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes and the way his blue Altean markings glow faintly in the growing darkness makes Keith wonder what’s going on in Lance’s head. Keith doesn’t really understand how those Altean markings work, and he doesn’t usually stick around long enough to figure them out, but he’s seen them glow a few times. It always happens when Lance is distressed.“I brought us drinks,” Lance says, raising the glass of champagne for Keith to see. His blue eyes trail toward the full cup in Keith’s gloved hand. The smile fades slightly. “Oh, sorry, I should’ve asked if you wanted one first—”“It’s fine.” Keith tosses the plastic cup over his shoulder, and tries not to smirk at the way Lance’s eyes widen. “I wasn’t really drinking it anyway.”“That’s littering, you know,” Lance teases. He hands Keith the flute of champagne.“I’ll pick it up later.” Keith shrugs. He takes a swig from the drink and watches Lance do the same.They fall into amicable silence. Lance watches the crowd dance, blue eyes picking out familiar faces from the crowd and he chuckles softly whenever he catches sight of Romelle dragging unfortunate victims onto the dance floor. Keith, on the other hand, watches Lance from the corner of his eyes. The Altean markings on Lance’s face continue to glow. Their light is faint against the fairy lights decorating the venue, but the glow is obvious in their little dark corner of the world.There are a thousand things Keith wants to say. Images of their time out in space flash before his eyes: their bickering, their arguments, the quiet, nearly secretive moments on the Castle ship before its destruction. Everything they’ve been through plays out like a film reel before his eyes. The words he wants to say get strangled in his throat. He takes a large gulp of champagne and nearly chokes.Lance’s eyes are on him before he can say a word.“Are you okay?” He asks.Keith nods his head furiously, the corners of his eyes watering as he struggles for breath. Keith feels the boy’s hand on his back before he can get the chance to wave it away. Instead of patting his back, Lance rubs soothing circles into Keith’s blazer.“I’m fi-ine,” Keith coughs. He takes a deep breath again. “Th-thanks.”“You sure?”Keith nods his heads and takes another swig of his drink. Lance’s hand lingers on his back. He’s not rubbing circles anymore and Keith finds that he misses the movement. Lance eyes him for a moment then drops his hand. He shoves it into his pants pocket and downs his glass in one gulp. Keith’s eyebrows raise into his hairline.“Whoa there, Lance, the last thing we need is for you to get drunk today.”Lance polishes off the drink and gives Keith a cheeky grin. “Why not? It’s Shiro’s wedding! We should be getting drunk.” He laughs, but there’s something about it that doesn’t settle well with Keith. It doesn’t sound genuine, not like the ones he’s gotten used to hearing.Keith grips his glass tightly as regret bubbles in his chest.“Wanna get another drink?” Lance asks. He eyes the flute in Keith’s hands. “Or is our fearless leader afraid to get a little drunk at a wedding party?”Keith can’t help himself. He laughs. “Are you really challenging me at Shiro and Adam’s wedding?”“Maybe,” Lance smirks coyly. “But you know, if you’re too afraid, I’ll totally understand—”Keith downs the flute of champagne before Lance is even finished and settles the other boy with a cocky stare. “Bring it on, Loverboy.”For the first time that night, Lance’s smile is genuine. It’s the most beautiful smile Keith has ever seen.One whole bottle of champagne later, Keith finds himself on the dance floor with a very flushed and drunk Lance. His stomach is full of food and alcohol, and there’s a warmth in a chest that feels like a herd of butterflies has taken residence within. He’s hot— too hot—but he’s already discarded his blazer and loosened his tie; his gloves are on Lance’s hands and he’s not sure when or how that happened, but he’s too drunk to really care. Lance is about as messy as he is, with sweaty hair stroked backward by running his fingers through them earlier.The pop music that plays keeps them in motion. Keith isn’t sure who is singing or what the song is even about. He’s too busy enjoying the rush of energy flowing through his veins. More than that, he’s too busy marveling at the pure joy that seems to radiate from Lance’s face, as he laughs and sings along with the song. They’re dancing far too close, their legs and arms intertwining on more than one occasion, but Keith fears what will happen if he lets Lance go. He’s not sure what worries him more, losing their balance and falling or losing Lance to something—someone—else.It’s not until the music finally winds down to a slow song does the grip of reality finally settles harshly on their shoulders. Exhaustion seeps through Keith’s veins as he pants for breath; his mouth dry and unpleasant. His bare, sweaty fingers slip into Lance’s hand and, reluctantly, he tugs. Lance, to Keith’s surprise, complies, and follows him breathlessly off the dance floor where Hunk and a few other people suddenly break into a dance off.Keith leads him quietly to the refreshment stand.“You’re a good dancer,” Lance laughs, the moment they’re far enough away from the crowd. “It’s so unfair. You’re always good at everything.”“No, I’m not.”“Yes you are,” Lance insists. Keith grabs a couple of water bottles from the cooler and tosses onto Lance. “Thank you.”“You’re better at dancing than I am,” Keith says, watching Lance gulp down the cool liquid. “But you were always full of surprises.” Keith uncaps his own bottle and drinks, though he keeps his eyes on Lance.“Thanks,” The other boy smiles. It’s still genuine; still bright despite the exhaustion in his eyes. His cheeks are still flushed from the alcohol and the exertion of dancing. He wipes the sweat from his brow and uses his hands to fan the heat from his face. Keith watches, fixated. He clears his throat.It’s now or never.“Listen, Lance, I…” Keith stops. Hesitates. Lance’s eyes are on him. Keith’s grip on the water bottle grows tight. He clenches and unclenches, his mind mulling over the words he wants to say. The longer he hesitates, the more difficult it becomes. With a frustrated sigh, he brushes his sweaty bangs away from his eyes and faces Lance with all the resolve he can muster. “Why did you retire from the academy?”It’s not what he wants to ask, but it’s one of the many things that has been on his mind since the end of the war. The reaction he gets from Lance surprises him. Instead of getting defensive or angry for bringing up something serious at a time like this, Lance merely grimaces. He rests his back against the refreshment table and takes another swig from his drink.“I just… didn’t feel like it mattered anymore, you know?” He murmurs. It's almost hard to hear over the loud cheers from the crowd, but Keith’s keen senses pick his words up easily. Lance shrugs, blue eyes fixated on the half-empty bottle of water. “After saving the universe, what’s left to do? I just… felt like I wasn’t really needed anymore.”“You’re always needed,” Keith says. It doesn’t surprise him one bit when Lance scoffs and rolls his eyes. “No, I’m being serious. I know you have a hard time seeing it, but you have more to offer than you give yourself credit for, Lance. You’re the most talented person on this team. The most adaptable and the most versatile. The Garrison are idiots not to see that.”“Maybe. Maybe not,” Lance shrugs, still not looking Keith’s way. “But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done with flying. I’m done with space. I just… I’m taking care of the farm with my family now.” Suddenly, Lance finally faces him, but the smile he gives him is wistful. It’s a stark contrast to the pure joy he’d seen only a few minutes earlier. “You should visit sometime. My mom would love to see you again.”“I’d love to,” Keith says, his voice soft and full of emotion. It seems to catch Lance off guard, because the next thing Keith knows, Lance is facing away from him, the Altean markings on his cheeks glowing brighter than the string of fairy lights. “Are you okay?”“Ye-yeah! Yeah! Totally okay! Just—o-okay.” Lance stammers. If Keith didn’t know any better, it almost sounds like Lance is embarrassed. “I wasn’t expecting you to say yes—”“Why wouldn’t I? I love your family.” Keith blurts. It’s his turn to feel the rush of heat crawl onto his cheeks, but Lance still has his back turned to him. Keith clears his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. “I-I-I me-mean, your family is great. I really like them.”“We-well, they like you too. Which is great, because I would’ve been upset if they didn’t. I-I mean, because we’re friends and you’ve done a lot for me even though I still think you’re annoying sometimes and your stupid mullet still drives me crazy, but also because I think it’s really hot and, like, when you came back from that space whale thing with your mom you just got extra hot and—wait, wait, wait—” Lance whirls around to Keith, who is stunned into silence by the sudden confession. His eyes are wide from a mixture of terror, drunkenness and embarrassment that Lance tries his best to salvage whatever dignity he has left.But it’s too late. Keith hears every word, and as Lance tries to animatedly deny his own words, the only thing Keith can do is grab onto the younger boy’s loose tie and reel him in close.Their lips crash together unceremoniously. The kiss is sloppy from their lack of coordination and it tastes like alcohol mixed with vanilla cream from the wedding cake they’d eaten earlier. Keith is the first one to break away. He’s breathless and flushed for more reasons than the alcohol, but the glazed look of satisfaction on Lance’s face makes him laugh despite it all.“Easy there, Sharpshooter. I’m starting to think you don’t actually hate me at all.” Keith quips, releasing Lance’s tie.“If it’s any consolation, I never actually hated you.”“I know,” Keith smiles, and it doesn’t surprise him how easily it comes to him. He steals a glance toward the dance floor where the rest of the crowd seems to be converging together. Then they look toward the exit. His eyes meet Lance’s, his unspoken question still hanging on the tip of his tongue.Lance doesn’t need to say a word to understand what Keith wants them to do. Their fingers lace together, almost as if brought together by a magnetic pull, and without another word, both former paladins sneak away from the wedding reception and into the starry night.
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The horrendous, suffocating humidity in the hallway of their apartment building is the first thing that registers in Lance’s sleep-addled mind. The next thing he registers is that he’s moving, though he’s not sure where to. He grumbles the entire way to the lobby. He dressed hastily, and hair is still a bed-ridden mess, as Keith’s moist hand leads the way. Lance stares at the hand holding his own—warm yet grossly sweaty despite not being fully exposed to the sweltering heat of summer—and wonders why on earth his husband’s hand feels like a small pool.
“Keith?”
Keith grunts his acknowledgment but doesn’t say a word. He’s multitasking, somehow both leading them out of the building and staring at his phone. Lance can’t make out what’s on the screen clearly, but the few glimpses he does manage to catch look like maps. Are they going somewhere?
“Babe,” Lance tries again. This time he lightly tugs on their linked hands and is rewarded with another noncommittal grunt.
Keith doesn’t even tear his eyes away from his phone when he shoulders through a door that leads to the parking lot of their apartment complex. Lance hisses from the blinding sunlight that burns his retinas. He shrinks behind Keith and follows, helplessly, as his husband finally leads them to the car.
Once inside, Lance blinks the tears away and settles Keith with a deadpan stare.
“What?”
“Your hands are disgusting,” he mutters, wiping his sweat-soaked palm against his jeans. “Why do you sweat so much? It’s like you washed your hands and didn’t dry them off!”
Keith rolls his eyes and slips the key into the ignition. “You know sweat is a body’s natural reaction to heat. I’m
sorry
if my body is trying to cool off. Not everyone has dysfunctional sweat glands.” He side-eyes Lance with an expression that makes Lance’s hackles rise.
Lance dramatically gasps and presses a hand against his chest. “How
dare
you imply that I can’t sweat? If I wanted to, I could sweat
buckets!
” Actually, he can’t, and the arched brow Keith gives him tells Lance that he’s not taking the bait, but it doesn’t matter.
Keith doesn’t dignify Lance with a response. Instead, he chooses to silently put the car in reverse and pull out of the parking space.
It’s too early in the morning to be human and Lance feels like the only sensible thing for them to do is crawl back into bed and huddle under the covers. Only, it’s dangerously hot and humid, even with their fan so maybe skin on skin contact during cuddles is a bad idea, but Lance already misses the contact between them despite sitting right next to Keith.
He voices his complaint loud and clear, but Keith only chuckles and flicks his ear when Lance isn’t looking.
“Ow!”
“You said you wanted me to touch you.”
Lance settles him a harmless yet dark glare. “Yeah,
lovingly!
You know, like holding my hand or something.”
“I thought you said my hands were disgusting.”
“Because they’re coated in five layers of sweat but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” Lance huffs. He doesn’t miss the warm smile that graces Keith’s lips, so Lance considers the whole interaction worth it.
They fall into comfortable silence afterward. Lance busies himself with daydreams as the car’s air conditioning finally kicks in and starts blasting into their faces. He rests his cheek against his knuckles, blue eyes lost in a daze. He’s not sure how long they’re on the road for, though it can’t have been long when Keith finally pulls up against a rundown house with a sign on the front lawn. There’s a woman standing there, dressed in a cream suit with heels and hair done up into a tight bun. She greets them with her best customer service smile and suddenly it clicks to Lance what they’re doing here.
“Wow, we’re actually doing this.” It comes out more awe-inspired than he means for it to, but the soft look Keith gives him lets Lance know he’s not alone.
They slip out of the car and join their real estate agent on the lawn as she introduces herself to them properly and begins the tour. Their first house of the day is small. At best Lance would call it a cottage but at worst, it looks like a shack that’s seen better days. The lawn is surprisingly spacious, though it's currently unkempt and partially dead. The plastic panels that line the outer walls of the home are either broken or chipped and the more Lance stares at it, the less impressed he becomes.
Their realtor tries her best to sell the house’s best points, but the tour itself is quick and Lance finds himself back outside on the lawn to discuss their prospects.
Keith turns to him with curious, yet hopeful blue-violet eyes. “What do you think?”
Lance stares back at the house. The white picket fence is cute, but it's chipped from years of standing against the weather, and he’s almost certain one segment of the fence wants to fall off.
“I hate it,” He deadpans.
“It’s cozy,” Keith adds lamely.
“Yeah, no, it’s a shack.”
“What’s wrong with having a shack?”
Lance suddenly cups Keith’s face with his hands and squishes his cheeks together. “Keith, babe, I love you, but there’s no way this
shack
is going to fit you, me, the cats and Kosmo.”
As if to prove his point, the dangerously weak wooden fence Lance was watching earlier snaps off its hinges and clatters to the ground. Lance and Keith eye the broken gate then at the realtor who casually coughs into her fist and attempts to kick the broken piece of gate aside.
“Shall I take you to the next location?” She asks hastily.
“That would be nice,” Lance smiles. He gives Keith another
I-told-you-so!
Stare before heading back to the car.
Their next house is a big improvement from the last. It’s a bit of a drive from their apartment complex and half an hour out from most of their friends and family. The distance makes Lance hesitate, but as Keith follows the realtor’s car down the quiet neighborhood, Lance decides the distance is worth it. The neighborhood itself is beautiful. It’s quiet and gorgeous, every house is covered with green hedges, lawns mowed to perfection and colorful flower gardens in full bloom despite the heavy summer heat. The kids they do come across scatter the moment their cars pass and Lance can’t help the smile that sticks to his lips. Everything is picture perfect and gorgeous beyond words.
When Keith finally puts the car into park into an empty driveway, Lance’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. If he thought the neighborhood was nice, the house was an entirely different story. The house is less like a house and more like a manor; it’s large with rich colored bricks and a freshly painted white patio. The front lawn is about as immaculate as the rest of the lawns in the neighborhood, the hedges surrounding the plot are high, yet trimmed. They work like a makeshift fence, blocking the home from the rest of their neighbors.
“Dios mio,” Lance breathes. “Babe, do you see this place?”
“Yeah, I do,” Keith murmurs. He sounds as breathless as Lance feels.
“This way gentlemen,” The realtor says and leads the way, a prep in her step.
Lance can’t breathe throughout the rest of the tour. The place is just as spacious as it seemed at first glance, with six bedrooms and far too many bathrooms for him to count. There are three floors in the entire home, four if he counts the finished basement. Everything inside is empty and brightly lit; it smells like fresh paint and—surprisingly—like chocolate chip cookies.
“Please, have a few!” The realtor smiles toothily. “I’ll let you two discuss in private.”
Lance dives into the glass bowl filled with chocolate chip cookies while Keith hangs back, examining the room. The kitchen. He waits until the woman is gone before turning his attention back to Lance.
“Lance, there’s no way we can afford this.”
Lance stops mid-crunch and stares at Keith, eyes wide. “Babe, c’mon.”
Keith gestures to the kitchen, to the chandelier lights that hang above them and then to the island where the cookies sit innocently. Lance knows what he’s trying to say without having to hear it. He swallows the mouthful of cookies and wipes his hands against his jeans.
“So it’s a few hundred dollars out of our budget—“
Keith scoffs. “It’s way more than that—“
“I’m sure we can take out a loan—“
“We promised Shiro we wouldn’t get into debt over this—“
“Babe!” Lance cries, his voice cracking at the highest pitch. He gestures aimlessly toward the ceiling where he thinks one of the bedrooms is and says, “The bedrooms!”
Keith groans, looking about as torn as Lance feels. “I know.”
Lance points to the double sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard where an empty in-ground pool waits and a newly built wooden deck. “
The backyard!”
Suddenly, Keith is in Lance’s face, their hands intertwining and their foreheads pressed together. Keith peers into his husband’s eyes, his brows furrowed as regret seeps between them.
“I know,” he sighs forlornly.
But Lance has one more trick up his sleeve! He sticks his lower lip out and tries his best to increase his cute factor by a thousand. Under regular circumstances, pouting to Keith usually worked. It wasn’t nearly as effective as his smoldering bedroom eyes, but it worked just often enough for Lance to keep it in his arsenal. This time, however, Keith was not swayed. He pressed a gentle kiss against Lance’s forehead and lead him out of the house.
“We’ll keep looking,” He says the moment the realtor spots them then makes their way to the door.
After several weeks of house hunting, visiting new towns, going on various house tours and convincing each other not to impulse buy when they grow weary of all the searching, they find it. It’s on the border of their town and the next, nestled deep in the quieter parts of town and away from the busy streets. It’s not a place Lance and Keith would often go to, or have any reason to, so it comes to them as a surprise when the realtor gives them a tour. The house is modest; it’s smaller than most of the houses they’ve seen during their search, but it’s bigger than their current apartment. It’s smack dab in the middle of both of their work routes and not any farther than Shiro’s apartment or Lance’s family home. The place has three bedrooms—a master bedroom for them and two smaller rooms for Lance’s and Keith’s needs. The front yard is small and the grass is mostly dead, but there’s potential to be had with a little TLC, and the backyard is big enough for Kosmo to run around in. The basement is unfinished, and there’s a small space at the very top that could work as an attic once it’s been properly floored.
Overall, the place is nice. There’s plenty of potential.
Lance doesn’t know what to think.
When the real estate agent finishes the tour and leaves them alone to discuss—with another batch of her dangerously delicious chocolate chip cookies between them—Lance turns to Keith just as Keith does. They stare at each other silently, the only sound that fills the comfortably sized kitchen is the sound of birds chirping outside and the buzz of insects.
Keith is the first to break the silence, his voice hesitant and oddly unsure: “What do you think?” Lance watches him finger the ridges of his car keys in nervous habit.
“I…I don’t know,” Lance frowns. “What do
you
think?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.”
“Well
I
don’t know. You?’
“I don’t know any more than you do.”
Lance worries his lip. He glances around the empty kitchen, from the cookies on the counter to the low hanging lights to the door that leads out to the backyard. He doesn’t know what to think; doesn’t know what to feel. Every time he tries his emotions get jumbled in his stomach. Keith looks the way he feels—unsure and a little queasy.
“I don’t know.” Lance says again, more quietly than before. “I… I think… I don’t know.”
“It needs a little TLC,” Keith cuts in, surprising Lance. His hands slide along the counter as though feeling the material beneath his fingers. “We could finish the basement, make it into a storage room or maybe a game room?” He wanders to the center of the room and eyes the ceiling. “The attic too. If we can get the floorboard down properly, we could probably use that space for our extra stuff. Maybe we can enlist Shiro and Matt to help us build the things we need.”
Suddenly, an image of their friends coming to help them move into the home fills Lance’s head. The spare rooms getting converted into an office space and a guest room; the basement forming into their designated entertainment center; using the attic as a means for storing their holiday decorations. The countless parties Lance is sure his family will throw the moment they’re finally settled. A rush of warmth fills Lance’s chest. The smile he gives to Keith is soft and about as warm as he fills.
Keith returns it with a confused look of his own. “What’s up?”
Lance steps into Keith’s space. He takes Keith’s hands into his own and presses Keith’s knuckles against his lips. Keith watches him quietly but curiously, and as Lance presses a kiss to every knuckle, he can practically see the blush tinge his husband’s cheeks.
“Uh, L-Lance? Wha—?”
“Have I told you how much I love you?”
Keith’s blush darkens, caught off guard by the statement. “Y-yeah? But what does that have to do with—“ He stops, eyes widening as Lance watches the realization bleed across his face. “Oh.” He finishes lamely. He chuckles. “This is it, huh?”
“Yeah,” Lance smiles, voice soft. “This is it.”
Keith seals their distance with a kiss under the lights of their new home.
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Lance bounces in Keith’s lap, as the room fills with the sound of lewd rhythmic slaps of skin hitting skin. He can feel Keith’s gloved hands grabbing onto his ass cheeks, steadying him and guiding his movements. Keith’s fingers dig into Lance’s flesh, adding more stimulation than he needs. It pulls a moan of him, and Keith responds by squeezing again; guiding Lance back down onto Keith’s cock. Lance’s rim stretches around his boyfriend’s girth, taking him in until he’s the fullest he’s ever been.
Another moan rips out of Lance. Keith can’t help but laugh.
“Have I ever told you how much I love to hear you moan?” He rumbles huskily. “It’s music to my ears.”
“Funny, that’s not what you said two hours ago.” Lance teases. He lifts his hips upward again, feeling Keith’s girth rub against his walls. He eases down slowly, unleashing a loud, needy moan when the head of Keith’s dick slides past his prostate once more. He smirks at Keith. “How’s that, pretty boy?”
“Do it again. I don’t think the neighbors heard you.” Keith kneads Lance’s ass for emphasis, moaning along with him when Lance rises and slides downward, painfully slow.
Keith bites his lower lip, nails digging into Lance’s round ass cheeks from barely controlled desire. “Lance, I want to hear you scream my name.”
Lance drapes over Keith, tracing a finger against that strong, chiseled jaw teasingly. He draws closer, lips hovering just by Keith’s ear, and purrs: “How about you make me, Samurai?”
When he pulls back, Keith’s grin is infectious.
Keith rests his hands onto Lance’s waist and adjusts his legs for proper leverage. He thrusts his hips upward, slamming right into Lance’s prostate.
Lance squeaks from the impact, but he has no time to prepare himself for the next onslaught when Keith’s dick rams into him again, harder and faster than the last.
He screams.
“Like that?” Keith grins.
Lance digs his fingers into Keith’s shoulders for stability. “Again,” He begs. “Keith, babe,
please
. Again.”
“Of course, Kitten.” Keith purrs then thrusts into him again.
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His heart races with anticipation, and perhaps, a sliver of trepidation, as he eyes the toy in front of him. He’s been looking forward to this moment all day—No.He’s been dreaming about this moment since he saw the dildo on display in the sex shop about a week ago. He hasn’t had the opportunity to explore his purchase, not with everyone and their mother needing something from him every second. But today, he’s lucked out.Now, it’s just him… and this dildo.He approaches it cautiously like it’s a dangerous animal ready to leap out at him at the first sign of weakness. This isn’t Lance’s first sex toy, but it’s the first of its size. It's nine inches of pure silicone, with thick, protruding veins molded into the soft peach-colored surface. It’s several inches thicker than his first dildo, and from what Lance can tell when he picks up the package, it’s heavy.Pleasantly heavy.Heavy enough to knock someone out if he so desired.He carefully cuts open the plastic casing and pries the toy from inside. It’s softer than he expected. Squishier too, but with a hard enough core to keep it erect. It almost feels like a real dick, not that Lance would know what that feels like. He likes to talk a big game around the others, but the reality is that Lance hasn’t touched a boob outside of his own in years. And that was before his top surgery, of course. Would a real dick feel this heavy?Would Keith’s dick be this fat and hard if Lance held it in his hands? Would he need two hands like he does with this monstrosity?The heavy stench of plastic and silicone wafts under his nostrils. He grimaces.Why can’t sex toys smell like nothing for once? He grumbles mentally. Why do they always smell like they came off the press?! I guess that’s what I get for buying cheap.He runs the toy under the faucet and lathers it up from top to bottom with soap. He watches in mild fascination as his fingers spread further apart the further down the shaft he goes. It’s so thick his middle finger can barely reach his thumb. Heat pools down into the pit of his stomach.He swallows thickly. It’s been way too long since he last rode a toy. Being relegated to his fingers the past few weeks has done nothing to satiate his pussy’s hunger, and it’s only gotten worse since rooming with Keith for the third time in a row.Lance follows the length of the dildo, relishing every bump and dip the molded veins make against his wet palm. The soap froths around the toy, painting it white and slippery. He can only hope his groin will look like that once he’s done with this bad boy.He imagines what it’s like having it deep inside him; how it feels to have those thick, protruding veins pressing against his tight, hot walls. He’d feel so full, stuffed to the brim with Keith’s thick dick.Idly, as he rinses the suds away, he wonders how heavy Keith’s dick would feel on his tongue. Would his mouth stretch out wide to take Keith in completely? Would Lance choke as the head of Keith’s dick shoves its way down his throat?Can he even throat this dildo?He wants to know.He wants to know so badly that it’s almost frustrating to think about. To have his roommate be so close, and yet so far…Lance shoves the fantasies away with a hard shake of his head. He towels the dildo dry then rummages deep into his closet for his bag of goodies. He finds what he’s looking for—a half-used bottle of his favorite water-based lube—and returns to his bed. The dildo is so large that it bounces once against the mattress before sinking into his sheets. He eyes the toy, a sudden wave of anxiety overcoming him.How much preparation does he need for this? The dildo is two times the size of Lance’s favorite toy, and it’s been weeks—maybe even a month—since he last rode it. He’s been horny enough to get out with just his fingers alone, but this? This might be too much.But if Keith is that big…. Lance wonders, fingering the edge of the lube bottle with his thumb. I want to know what that feels like. His dick hardens at the thought. He feels too hot all over.Lance rips off his pants without a second thought and jumps onto his mattress. He spreads his legs wide, shuddering at the sudden shift in temperature the moment his pussy can breathe. He’s already wet, slick dribbles down the cleft of his ass cheeks and between his inner thighs, but it doesn’t stop him from pouring lube onto his fingers. If there’s anything he’s learned in the three years he’s been on T, it’s that penetration always feels better with a ton of lubrication. (And the juicy squelch he hears when his lips slap against the balls of his toy drives him further over the edge every time.)The lube is cold to the touch—colder still, when it reaches the tip of his engorged clit. He jumps from the contact and shudders. He can’t believe he’s this horny already. This sensitivity reminds him of his early days on hormones, and of course, it would all be Keith’s fault.“Bastard,” Lance mutters. He rubs circles around his tip in slow, methodical movements. “Why do you get to drive me crazy? It’s not fair.”Nothing about Keith is fair. They’ve been rivals since middle school, when Lance and his family first moved into town, and every year since, Lance always felt like he was second to Keith in everything. But that was another matter entirely.Lance forces his mind back to the present. He slips his fingers downward, rubbing the base of his dick between his middle and ring finger. He’s grown a bit in the past year, though he’s fairly certain he won’t grow any bigger beyond this. Still, feeling his fingers squeeze the flesh around his base fills him with euphoria. Slick and lube coats every inch of his inner lips; his legs twitch from the mixture of heat and coolness.He slips one finger inside and moans.“Fuck,” He murmurs. “Fuck, fuck, how am I that sensitive?”It’s almost torturous arching his fingers inward. He finds his sweet spot immediately and can’t keep the squeak of surprise from escaping his throat.
Come on, Lance, keep it together! This isn’t your first fuck!
And yet his inner walls convulse around his finger; his hips twitching from every small movement his index finger makes. His insides pool with slickness, so much so that Lance can already hear the mixture of juices squelching between his palm and his hole. He shudders another moan, moving his finger into a come-hither motion. His insides ignite with fire.He slips in another finger, carefully stretching himself. He’s still too tight for that monstrosity of a dildo—but he’s not quite ready for a third finger yet.He glances across the room, to where Keith’s dark and broody corner awaits him. He thinks back to earlier in the morning when Keith woke up in sleeping boxers and a tight black tank top. He thinks back to the way the muscles on Keith’s arms flexed when moved; how the tank top stretched against his back muscles. The way his boxers hung low on his hips.The way Keith’s bulge was barely visible in his boxer’s loose black fabric.Even Keith’s puberty wasn’t fair to Lance.He groans from the memory, his inside burning. A fire is building up inside him, but he’s still not loose enough; still not quite wide to take in the head of Keith’s dick.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lance groans, his back arching. “Stupid Keith! Stupid, stupid, stupid…”Anticipation fueled by desperation builds up inside him. He reaches for the toy and repositions himself so that his back is perched up against his pillows. He smears slick and lube-covered hands all over the base of the toy. He adds more just for comfort.He’s not stretched out enough, but the image of Keith’s devilish smirk the last time he got the one up on Lance filters into his mind.”If you can’t handle that, what makes you think you can handle me?” Keith’s voice whispers into his thoughts.Lance’s walls clench. His heart hammers hard against his chest. “I’ll show you,” he gasps to no one. He’s so hungry he can’t stand it.The dildo’s head falls in line to his hole, slicked down with lube and looking just as intimidating as it did in its plastic confinements. He can barely hold it probably with one hand, and his arm is already growing tired of holding its weight. Lance takes in a deep breath——and pushes it forward. But it doesn’t slip inside.All Lance can feel is pressure—and by god is it big. The intensity of the pressure against his hole exacerbates the heat growing in the pit of his stomach. How full would he feel If he could get the toy inside? If the tip could make him feel like this, he wonders how crazy it would feel if he could actually get it inside.He adjusts his position again. This time lifting his hips higher to allow the toy easier access. He tries to relax as he pulls the dildo forward, but just like before, the head of the toy stops against his pussy—far too wide and large for his small hole.“No, no, no, come on, come on!”Lance slips his fingers inside again, moaning at the heat that strikes through his groin the moment his fingers make contact with his G-spot. He’s wet enough for any insertion to be pleasurable, and he’s sure he’s loose enough for a third finger to slip inside, but the toy is too big. It refuses to budge.“Are you kidding me?!” Lance cries out. “There’s no way his dick is that fat that I can’t fit it?!”Before Lance can think of a solution, the dorm room opens.Keith freezes in his tracks, his body glistening with sweat from a morning spent in the gym, a towel wrapped around his shoulders. His duffle bag slips off his shoulder and lands on the ground with a dull thud, but he pays it no mind and neither does Lance. All Keith can look at is Lance with his legs spread wide, knuckle deep into a soaking wet pussy, a comically large dildo resting beside his ankles. And all Lance can look at is Keith’s wide eyes… and how his sweaty face goes from pale to beat red in seconds flat.Several seconds of silence passes between them. Ten seconds. Twenty—Keith whirls around and slams the door shut in front of him, keeping his back toward Lance. He splays out his fingers against the door, as if holding it closed like his life depended on it.“Why didn’t you lock the door?!” He squeaks, his voice cracking.“Why don’t you ever knock?!” Lance counters, his voice breaking worse than Keith’s. He scrambles to hide the dildo behind him and snaps his legs shut so tightly that his knees knock together painfully.“It’s my room?!” Keith retorts, his hands trembling against the door.“It’s my room too!” Lance panics, struggling to hide his bare legs with his bed sheets. “I thought you were going to stay at the gym for another hour?!”“It’s-it’s be-be—” Keith clears his throat to save himself further embarrassment before speaking again. “Are you, uh… di-di you…?”“I’m covered,” Lance grumbles. He feels dizzy from the heat of embarrassment, frustration, and lust. He avoids Keith’s gaze the moment he turns around, but it does nothing to calm his racing heart.Keith stands awkwardly at the doorway, torn between running away to give Lance the privacy he so desperately needs… and something more. He doesn’t know where to look—the image of Lance so devastatingly flustered, soaked, and knuckle-deep into himself is burned for eternity behind Keith’s retinas. He doesn’t dare to blink, but by god does he want to.He clears his throat again, his mouth dry, his tongue sticky. He was already half-hard thanks to his disastrous fantasies during his workout today, but now he’s well on his way to full-on erection.“You… uh… y-you—” Keith stumbles over his words and it puts Lance on edge.Lance braces himself for the inevitable—for the horrendous accusations, for the screaming, the fear—because as far as Lance is aware, he doesn’t think Keith knew he was trans to begin with.“You’ll… need more lube… to fit—” Keith coughs into a fist, avoiding Lance’s gaze like the plague. “Sorry.” He finishes lamely.Lance whips his eyes toward Keith, his mouth agape. Did he seriously just say what he thinks he said?“I—you—wha—” He shakes his head, words tumbling out of his mouth before he can register what he’s saying. “Doesn’t matter. It’s too big to fit anyway.” Sparing Keith with his endless staring, Lance pulls out the dildo from under his bedsheets and tosses it lamely to the middle of his head, resigned to his torturous fate. “I should’ve downsized when I had the chance and now I can’t return it. But hey, it makes for a wicked weapon if you’re brave enough!”The silence between them is painfully awkward, but it’s broken the moment Keith chuckles. He finally turns to face Lance again, the apples of his cheeks still pink. There’s a glint in his eyes that sends another wave of fire through the pit of Lance’s stomach. He squeezes his thighs tighter together and doesn’t miss the way Keith’s eyes follow the moment.Keith licks his lips. “Yeah, it looks dangerous enough.” He doesn’t tear his eyes away from Lance. “So…”Lance swallows. “So.” He echoes.“Dildos, huh?”Lance reaches for the dildo and tosses it Keith’s way. He catches it with one hand—because of course, he does—and laughs.