Day 2: Alternate Universe (College AU)

Keith had just changed into his red and black flannel pajama bottoms and was about to settle in for the evening when the excessively loud music started. "Lance," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

The black-haired sophomore had taken on the responsibility of being the hall's resident assistant for the school year. He didn't particularly care to make friends or enforce rules, but the money wasn't half bad and the job seemed fairly straightforward. Had he known that Lance, the overly gregarious freshman across the hall, would singlehandedly make his job a constant headache, he never would have agreed to be an RA.

He let out a frustrated sigh, threw on one of his many black V-neck t-shirts, and went to go confront the rebellious student. "Here we go again," he thought as he knocked forcefully on Lance's door.

His knocking went unanswered. "Lance!" Keith shouted, knocking again. "Open up!" But again, there was no response. Boy was he tired of this shit. "I'm giving you three seconds to open this door or I'm coming in." Three seconds came and went.

"Okay, that's it!" Keith barged into Lance's room, surprised to find the door unlocked.

It seemed Lance was having a private dance party. Blasting Lady Gaga, the Cuban freshman was parading around his room wearing nothing but women's underwear. Keith couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the dark blue lacy boyshorts hugging the boy's hips so snugly. Lance may have been the bane of his existence, but he sure looked good in those panties.

"Oh, hey Keith!" Lance was not at all embarrassed by his RA's intrusion. "Come to join me?"

Keith quickly shook his head, regaining his composure. "Turn the music down, Lance. How many times do we have to go through this?"

"Oh come on, it's Friday night! Don't you ever like to have fun?"

"It's after midnight. I don't make the rules – "

"Yeah, yeah. Quiet hours, blah, blah, blah," Lance mocked.

Keith glared at him as he pulled out a notepad and pen from his pocket. "I'm writing you up. Again. How many times is that now?"

"Aw, don't be like that," Lance pouted. He turned his back to his RA to press the power button on the wireless speaker on his dresser, shutting it off.

The black-haired boy momentarily paused his angry scribbling to sneak a glance at the freshman's backside. Unfortunately for him, Lance caught him peeking.

He smirked. "You like what you see?"

"No," Keith lied.

"Are you sure?" he teased, taking a few steps closer to the blushing sophomore. "You're turning red."

"Do you always have to be such a goddamn pain?" he growled, infuriated. "I swear you do these things to me on purpose just to piss me off."

"Perhaps I do," Lance purred, standing defiantly close to the older boy.

Caught off guard, Keith flickered his eyes up into the freshman's. His eyes were so blue.

"Instead of writing me up, why don't we settle this another way?" Lance asked flirtatiously, placing his hand on top of his RA's and pushing down the notebook.

"What did you have in mind…?"

"Oh, I don't know…" A playful smirk spread across his cheeks. "Maybe something like… this?" He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Keith's.

The black-haired boy kissed him back, but as soon his better judgment took over, he broke the kiss. "We can't do this, Lance," he breathed against the boy's lips. "An RA getting involved with one of his residents is pretty frowned upon."

"That's only if we get caught," he grinned, boldly placing his hands on Keith's waist.

"We can't." He took a step back from the nearly naked freshman, cursing himself.

"How about this?" Lance stepped toward the sophomore. "You don't get me in trouble for playing music during quiet hours, and I don't get you in trouble for… spending some quality time with me."

"I don't know…"

"Either that or you could give me a spanking for being such a naughty, naughty boy," he teased, turning his back to Keith and smirking over his shoulder.

"If you keep pissing me off this semester, I may just have to."

Lance turned back around. "I like the sound of that."

The freshman was standing so close, Keith could taste him as he breathed. That cocky bastard. "Damn it, Lance," he muttered before dropping his notebook and pen and pulling the blue-eyed boy flush up against him, kissing him roughly on the lips.

Lance threw his arms around Keith's neck, slipping his tongue into his RA's mouth to deepen the kiss.

Their tongues wrestled, brawling for control as the hormone-fueled students groped and pawed at each other.

Keith should have sensed the inevitability of making out with Lance like this given all the tension the two had built throughout the semester, however, the way his heart was soaring was something he could have never foreseen. "Wait, wait, wait," he panted between kisses, "Where's your roommate?"

"Oh, Hunk?" He kissed the sophomore's lips. "He's gone for the weekend." Lance kissed him again. "Visiting his parents."

"Ah." He kissed Lance's mouth. "So you were baiting me in here?"

"What can I say?" he breathed, laughing softly, "You're super hot."

He chuckled. "And you're trouble." He flicked his tongue against the freshman's earlobe, earning a rewarding moan in response.

"You have no idea," Lance purred. "Now, take off your shirt."

Biting his lip, Keith threw his t-shirt up over his head while Lance guided him over to his bed. With a hard kiss on the mouth, the two fell onto the mattress in a tangled mess of limbs.

They lay on their sides, their legs intertwined. Lance raked his fingers through Keith's mop of black hair as he kissed him ardently. "You're so goddamn hot," he whispered, rolling his hips against the older boy's.

"You're fucking beautiful," Keith whispered back, sliding his hands down to grope the freshman's ass.

Lance smirked. "You like these panties don't you?"

"I do," Keith growled, placing tender kisses down Lance's neck.

"Mmm, Keith," the blue-eyed boy groaned, "That feels so good."

"Yeah?" The sophomore grinded his pelvis against the other boy's as he continued laying gentle kisses and nibbles on Lance's collarbone.

"Yeah." He closed his eyes, breathing heavily. "So good."

Keith could feel Lance's erection brushing against his own as the pair fooled around on the bed. The sensation was maddening. It seemed the freshman was feeling a bit overstimulated himself and wanted to take things a bit further because suddenly Keith found himself lying beneath the younger boy with Lance straddling his waist. "Mmph," he grunted at the pleasant surprise.

Lance bucked his hips rhythmically against his RA's, letting the friction between them do its magic as he assaulted the black-haired boy's mouth with hungry, sloppy kisses. "Fuck, Keith," he gasped. "Your cock feels amazing."

"So does yours," he murmured, grabbing onto Lance's ass to drive him down farther. He felt the freshman's breath hot in his ear as the building pleasure brought them both closer to release.

Lance moved his mouth down Keith's neck where he began sucking and teasing the soft skin with his tongue.

"Lance," Keith groaned through gritted teeth. "No marks, okay?"

"No promises."

Keith wasn't sure exactly how far to take things with the blue-eyed boy that night. He definitely wasn't going to sleep with him, as much as he wanted to, but Keith had never been one to take things too far too fast. Not that he had a ton of experience in that department. He suspected Lance didn't either, despite him being an obnoxious flirt. From the way Lance's hips were writhing on top of his, he knew he wouldn't last too much longer anyway. There was nothing quite like good old-fashioned frottage.

"Keeeeeith," Lance moaned, sticking a couple fingers beneath the hemline of the black-haired boy's sleep pants, "take these off. I want to feel you."

His erection lurched at the words. He was so fucking turned on. "Well if that's what you really want…" Keith rolled to his side, letting Lance slide off him. But before he could pull off his pajama bottoms, the freshman tugged them down, exposing Keith's crimson red boxer-briefs. The sophomore kicked the flannel pants off his feet and onto the floor.

"Much better," Lance purred before pulling Keith on top of him.

Keith instinctively rolled his hips on top of the younger boy's, feeling much more liberated without the confine of his pajama bottoms.

"That's so good, Keith," the freshman exhaled, his eyes half-lidded.

Picking up the tempo of his movements, he kissed Lance fervently until he felt the boy was getting close by the erratic jolts of his hips. Having the freshman who gave him hell all semester at his mercy beneath him, dying to cum, was doing wonders for him. He felt Lance's legs link with his own, driving him down to intensify their contact. That's when he really started giving it to him hard.

"Fuck, Keith, ohhhhh, fuck!" Lance cried out.

"Be quiet," Keith hissed in his ear, not wanting to get caught, "or I'll stop." He slowed down, pushing his pelvis into Lance's at an agonizingly leisurely pace. "You wouldn't want that now would you?"

"No, no, no. I'm sorry," he whispered breathlessly, wriggling his hips beneath the older boy. "Go faster, Keith. Please. I'll be quiet. Please keep going."

The sophomore smirked, accelerating the motions of his hips, letting his erection slide back and forth, back and forth, back and forth against Lance's hardened length. He lowered his mouth to the crook of the freshman's neck where he kissed and licked the sensitive skin.

"Just like that, Keith." Lance slid his hands down his RA's back, settling them on Keith's butt over the boy's underwear. He gave the soft cheeks a couple of firm squeezes as he rocked his hips. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop – "

Keith sucked the boy's neck like a vampire feasting upon its prey as he felt Lance near his orgasm. He felt the boy groan within his throat as his hips jerked uncontrollably.

"OHHHH, KEITH!" he moaned, cumming hard into his lacy boyshorts, spilling a bit on the black-haired boy's stomach.

"Fuck, Lance!" Keith exhaled after a few more urgent thrusts of his hips, creating a big sticky mess within his boxer-briefs. He fell onto his back next to the sweaty, satisfied freshman, fighting to catch his breath through a languid smile.

"That was awesome," Lance panted, turning to his side to face his RA.

"Yeah." Keith nodded listlessly in agreement. "That was fun." He gave Lance a quick kiss on the lips before turning away and dropping his legs over the side of the mattress. He was just about to stand up to start collecting his clothes from the floor when he felt the boy's hand on his.

"Where are you going?" His blue eyes were wide, filled with concern.

"Lance," the sophomore sighed. "You don't have to do this. I knew what this was."

"And what was that?"

"You wanted to get on my good side so I would stop writing you up."

"No, Keith! I – " He paused. "I like you. And I want you to stay."

"Really?" Having been pretty sure Lance was just using him, Keith's heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah!" The freshman moved over, making more room for the black-haired boy on his bed.

His shoulders slumped. "Lance… I can't stay with you though. I'm the RA – what if someone needs me?"

"I need you," he teased.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah," the blue-eyed boy nodded, sulking.

Keith sat there for a moment. "You said your roommate was gone for the whole weekend though, right?"

"He gets back Sunday night."

"Well… why don't you come over to my room tomorrow night?" he suggested with a light shrug. "You could stay over if you'd like…"

Lance smiled affectionately, giving Keith's hand a soft squeeze. "It's a date."