"Hey, Shiro. Are you waiting for me?" Keith asks as he looks around the empty Atlas meeting room. He saunters over, brushes a brief kiss on my lips, then settles in the chair beside me. Liquid grace suffuses his every movement. I can't tear my eyes away, not bothering to disguise the hunger in my gaze. This thing between us is still so new and precarious, connecting us like an electric current where every touch leaves sparks in its wake, every look stokes the fire in the pit of my stomach until I want nothing else than to lean closer and run my fingers and tongue all over Keith's wiry body. The chaste brush of our lips barely scratched the surface of this gaping need. Unfortunately, I have a job to do, so it'll have to be enough for now.
Keep it together, Shirogane. There will be time to drag Keith to your bedroom later.
"Sadly, no. I am meeting with Kolivan and the Rebels in 0:30 minutes. We need to discuss strategy since the Atlas won't be able to lend them support directly," I say, playing with the datapad holding a summary of topics that need to be addressed. When I glance at Keith, our gazes lock, and the corner of his mouth ticks up.
"Hm. That's a lot of time to sit around and wait."
"I, uh, planned to work. Veronica sent me a set of reports I should look over." I trace the edges of the pad with the pad of my thumb.
"Such admirable discipline, commander." The low purr of Keith's voice saying my rank wraps around my cock. In an instant, it goes from mildly interested to rock hard, straining towards Keith as if he's my personal Northern star. Between the chaos that dominates our lives, Keith and I only stole a couple of moments together since the first night, and his proximity shorts out my brain.
Keith keeps his eyes fixed on mine. Moving closer, he strokes my arm, fully aware of the power he holds over me. His orange and spice scent fills my nose. So far, I haven't figured out if it's a soap or shampoo he uses or his natural scent, but one thing is certain. It's intoxicating, and the way it affects me should be outlawed. My cock swells even more when I inhale deeply.
"Have I told you how much I like the new uniform?" Keith's pupils grow large, the irises reduced to purple rings, while his heated stare slides down my body like a caress. Clearly, I'm not the only one turned on. He tilts his head, inching closer. I could catalog each beauty mark, each slight imperfection on his otherwise perfect face. When our lips brush against each other, the subtle touch unleashes a stampede of butterflies in my stomach. The flavor drives me crazy, a mixture of sweet and sharp, much like Keith himself. I need more, so I clasp my hand to the back of his head and deepen the kiss. A broken sound vibrates in the back of his throat, but his tongue twines around mine, needy and possessive. Sparks erupt along my spine as we devour each other in a hot, messy kiss.
He plunges deeper into my mouth, the velvet heat of his tongue rubbing against mine, sending shivers racing down my back. Unable to stop, I band my arms around his torso to press him even closer, but he shakes his head and dives under the desk.
"Keith! What are you doing? The meeting is going to start soon," I say with apprehension. Keith answers the objection by unfastening the fly of my uniform. My aching cock springs free, and as a rush of cold air washes over the sensitive flesh, I hiss a little.
"That's plenty of time, commander," Keith says, flicking his tongue over the swollen head. Stars explode before my eyes. This is insane. Not to mention irresponsible. Completely unlike me. First, anyone can come in. Second, I need to study the reports. Another lick, this one more decisive. Then Keith runs his tongue along the length of my dick, and I throw my head back, all protests forgotten.
"Fuck, this feels too good to argue," I say just as the Rebel's hailing sequence blinks on the screen. I answer on instinct, realizing too late I'm not alone and not in a state to discuss that Atlas can't aid the Rebel's war effort. Not with Keith's tongue teasing my slit open, and oh my god, why isn't he stopping? Granted, it'd be a little awkward if he just emerged from under the table, but much less awkward than this.
"Um, did I have the time wrong?" I squeeze out, despite wanting to let out a moan instead. Keith doesn't pay any attention to time constraints or the people filling the screen as his mouth slides over me in a slow, rhythmic motion. At least he is out of the frame. The idea of someone seeing us—okay, something is wrong with me because my dick actually twitches at that.
Keith notices and presses the flat of his tongue to the sensitive V on the underside, forcing me to clench the datapad so hard my knuckles turn white.
"No, sorry, I think I did. Things are a little hectic on our end."
"Um, yes. Things are coming to a head here as well."
Did I just say that? Based on how Keith shakes with laughter, I did. Unfortunately, his laughter sends vibrations echoing through my body, and they don't cool things down in the slightest. At least this is going to be over quickly. Embarrassingly so.
"Commander." The screen splits as Kolivan joins in. The Galra are big on military structure, so he insists on using my rank despite knowing me for a year. It reminds me of how Keith used it as an endearment a couple of minutes earlier and my cock twitches against his tongue. Surreptitiously, I reach down to thread into Keith's hair and pull him away. Still, the only response is a slight shake of his head when he redoubles his effort.
"Kolivan, wel-ah! Welcome." Keith's mouth seals around my cockhead, and my brain disengages for a second. The wet heat, the agile tongue swirling around me, and Keith's contented hum all combine, and the sensation threatens to overwhelm me. A blush is spreading across my cheek, evident to everyone, but I can't stop it if my life depended on it.
"Are you okay, Shiro? You look a little flushed." Matt's voice is filled with a concern I don't deserve.
"I'm fine."
Keith slides up and down my length, forcing me to bite back a groan with all the willpower I can muster. What I can't muster is any interest in discussing the Atlas, aliens, or upcoming strategy, even if it means I'm a terrible commander. Right now, I focus on Keith and how I'd like to punish him for torturing me.
"We can postpone if this is not a good time." Matt offers me a way out. He's a good guy, my friend. It'd be foolish not to accept, right?
"Let's make it quick," I say instead. The danger of getting caught is seriously turning me on, amped further by the challenge of keeping my cool and not showing any reaction to Keith's provocations.
"Unfortunately, the Atlas won't be able to provide you with support, as we intend to focus on the assault on Oriande. But we intend to send several spacecrafts that should relieve the strain of evacuating refugees."
I deserve a reward for getting all out without stuttering, but that was before Keith swallowed me to the hilt, so deep my dick grazed the back of his throat. My eyes fall closed for a second, and I fight the pained moan threatening to escape me. When Keith swallows, constricting the walls of his throat around me, it's a lost battle.
"Are you all right, Commander?" Kolivan asks, measuring me with a cool stare. Right. The meeting. I have to focus on the discussion. Not on the kneeling man who intends to reduce me to a whimpering mess.
"A bit of a headache," I say.
For a while, I scrounge up the willpower to discuss how many ships the Alliance will provide to the Rebels and Marmora, while Keith keeps bobbing his head, swirling his tongue on every upstroke. When he hollows his cheeks to suck me harder, I feel a telltale tingle at the base of my spine and sever the connection without a goodbye, knowing I won't be able to keep a straight face for much longer.
"So good, baby," I say to Keith, and he rewards my praise with a slight hum that flutters around my cock. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come," I try to warn him, tugging at his hair to allow him to slide off, but he only redoubles his efforts and fucking swallows around me.
The orgasm rips through me like a hurricane, and I erupt down Keith's throat in long, thick spurts. He laps my release greedily, not letting a single drop escape, which is so fucking hot it squeezes another spurt of cum out of me. When I finish, he cleans me with little kitten licks and tucks my softening cock back into my pants. My bones are liquid with pleasure, but guilt already nibbles at me. I just hung up on our allies. Ugh. Not exactly a leadership behavior, but Keith doesn't seem to care. He climbs into my lap, his arms looping around my neck as he brings our mouths together. All my doubts scatter beneath the pressure of his lips, beneath the slow glide of our tongues. I taste myself on the kiss, and my spent dick attempts to recover.
"That was insane. You're insane. What if they saw us?" I say when we break apart.
"Hm. Are you saying you didn't like it? Because from where I was kneeling, it seemed like you enjoyed yourself. A lot."
"No, I loved it. Just the timing could have been better."
"The timing made it hot." Keith shrugs. "Admit it. The straight and narrow commander has an exhibitionist streak. Or am I wrong, Takashi?" He whispers into my ear and nibbles along the outer shell, sliding lower to kiss and bite the sensitive spot under my jaw.
"No, you're right. Fuck, I love you so much. Even if you drive me absolutely crazy."
After my admission, his eyes snap to mine. "I love you too, Shiro. You deserve everything I can give you." He kisses me again, hard. Possessive. His tongue rubs against mine as he continues to explore my mouth in long, lazy strokes. "Sometimes, it's tough to believe this is real, so I get a little carried away when I realize I can touch you. Kiss you. Get you off. If I could get away with it, no one would pry me away from you."
I give him a wry smile and slip a hand under his uniform to explore the taut muscles of his abdomen, the abs contracting under my touch.
"I know what you mean. Do you know how often I wanted to haul you into my arms and kiss the life out of you back in the Castle of Lions? You were so close, and all I could do was watch."
"Do you know how many times I wanted to throw myself at you at the Garrison? But you were with Adam, and I convinced myself it was just a crush that would eventually disappear."
I brush a lock of hair from his face. He's so beautiful, with enormous eyes and cheekbones so sharp they should come with a warning. Still, it's not his appearance that squeezes my chest almost painfully. No, it's the knowledge that Keith is always there for me, my best friend, my greatest supporter. My savior, even though he'd be the first to argue I saved him or that we saved each other.
"I'm glad it didn't." My mouth captures his again, and soon we're panting into each other's mouths as the kiss deepens.
"Let me just finish the meeting, and then we can go to my cabin. I need to repay the favor," I say, almost dizzy with the need to taste Keith.
"Is that an order, commander?"
"Yes, paladin," I say in my sternest officer's voice. Keith's eyes glaze over, and he gives an involuntary shiver. Then the little tease adds: "Or perhaps we could just fuck. If you're feeling up to it, old timer."
A growl tears out of me, and I attack Keith's neck with a series of bruising kisses, marking him for the entire world to see that this man is mine.
"More than up to it, punk."
"Mm. I love it when you get all growly and lose your cool."
"Like I said. You drive me crazy. Now let me finish this while I can string a coherent thought together."
Laughing, he slides off my lap and stalks off so he doesn't show on the screen. I call up Matt, whose face is pinched with concern. Kolivan joins in not long after.
"Shiro, is everything okay? We lost you there for a second."
"Sorry, minor technical difficulties. Just wanted to make sure we addressed all your concerns, and the provided support will suffice?"
"Yeah, we can manage with what you promised. It'll take some reshuffling of troops, and it'd be better to have Atlas or the MFE fighters to assist us, but I get that resources are tight. Just focus on defeating Honerva. Good luck, Shiro."
Matt signs off, leaving me alone with Kolivan, who pierces me with those unsettling Galra eyes.
"Is there something else you need to discuss, Kolivan? I'm afraid we can't spare more troops to help you."
"Your support is sufficient. No, this is a personal matter. Do I understand correctly you and Keith are… together?" He asks, surprising the hell out of me. I had no idea the Galra were interested in personal relationships, but Kolivan is an adoptive father to Keith, so I suppose it's not such a stretch for him to express a concern.
"Yes. I'm in love with him," I say, sending a warm look to the corner of the room where Keith watches the exchange. Kolivan acknowledges my admission with a nod.
"Good. If you don't treat him right, I'll challenge you to a death match." And on that ominous note, he signs off.
"Well. That's disconcerting," I say when the screen turns dark, and we're alone again.
"Don't worry, Shiro. I'll protect you from the big bad Galra." Keith's eyes sparkle with amusement as he settles back on my lap.
"You'd better," I murmur against his lips, tempted to kiss him again despite the stack of reports waiting to be read and approved, the transformation drill we should perform today, and the many, many other duties assigned to the commander of the Atlas. Yet all those thoughts disappear when Keith's tongue sweeps over my bottom lip, seeking entrance. What is it about him that drives me insane with need? More than happy to let him in, my mouth parts with a slight gasp, which he's quick to capture as our lips mold together. For a moment, we're lost in each other until the door to the meeting room slides open, and Allura walks in with Lance.
"Oh! Sorry! We didn't know someone was using the room."
They exchange a shifty look that would have awoken an awful yellow-eyed monster in me just a couple of months ago. Now, I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.
"We were just finishing a meeting, right, paladin?" My voice is low and rumbly on the last word. Two can play this game.
He rises to his feet with a brief nod to Lance and Allura. A smile curves up my lips when I notice he's angling away enough to mask the bulge in his pants.
"We'll get out of your way. You mentioned something you needed to show me in your cabin, commander?"
I clear my throat, pretty sure the blush on my cheeks is visible from Earth.
"Yes. The reports. A whole… stack of them."
"Good. If it's a large stack, we might need an entire night to finish them."
"It's a hefty stack, yes," I say, completely forgetting we're not alone.
"You can always give the reports to Curtis. He lives for that stuff," Lance suggests. A giggle escapes Allura before she collects herself and pokes Lance in the ribs.
"What? Shiro works hard. He deserves to rest now and then."
"That's not a bad idea. Curtis is nice. Very eager to please." I tap my chin, giving the idea a serious thought. If Curtis dealt with the reports, I could spend more time with Keith. Since our schedules rarely align, the free moments we can spend together are precious and not enough. Never enough.
"No." Keith lays a possessive hand on my shoulder. "Curtis will have to occupy himself with something else. I'll deal with this for Shiro."
"Yeah, okay. If you want to. I mean, it sounds kinda boring…"
Allura elbows Lance again, harder this time.
"Lance?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Shut up."
Keith's already halfway gone, so I say a brief goodbye to Lance and Allura and hurry after him.
"Keith, wait up."
He turns to me and pushes me into the wall in an empty corridor. My body thuds against the metal, but the noise disappears in the quiet hum of a working spaceship.
"Looks like I'm not the only one with an exhibitionist streak," I say. Keith's body is flush with mine. The hard length of his cocks rubs against my thigh as he drags his tongue along my throat. His teeth catch on a pulse point, and I whimper as he continues to bite the fragile skin.
"Maybe. Or maybe I don't like the idea of you working closely with a guy who has an obvious crush on you."
"Baby, are you jealous?"
"Isn't that obvious? He's cute, smart, always around…"
"He's all that," I agree. "Also a little boring. For example, I can't imagine him blowing me in the middle of a freaking meeting."
Keith's eyes darken.
"You haven't seen anything yet, Takashi. Four years of harboring a secret crush. That's a lot of fantasies I need to get out of my system."
"Yes," I hiss when Keith grinds his narrow hips into me. "Let's start right now. Just maybe not in the hallway?"
"Fine. We'll save that for next time."
"You're going to be the death of me," I say and kiss him, digging my fingers into his hips so hard they'll leave bruises.
"Wrong. I'm going to be the life of you." The smile he gives me slices through my chest, and my heart gives one, two, three hard thuds before melting into a puddle of warm honey dripping right into Keith's palms. It belongs to him entirely, and I don't want it any other way.
"I love you so much, Keith. Sorry it took me so long to realize it."
"I love you too, Takashi. More than anything. You were always the center of my universe, and I'd wait much longer for the tiniest chance of being with you."
How can I respond to something like that? How can I be worthy of such love, such devotion? My throat constricts, leaving me no other option than to bury my face in Keith's shoulder to hide the dampness misting my eyes.
Keith leans in, his warm breath ghosting over my ear. "Come on, Shiro. Someone promised to repay a favor he owes me."
Laughing, I scoop him up. He gives a surprised shriek but settles against my chest fast, one hand splaying across the stiff material of my uniform, another looping around my neck for stability. It's a short walk from the meeting room to my cabin, but Keith isn't heavy. No, his weight feels… right in my arms. When I open the door, warm light spills out, welcoming us in. For a little while, we can relax and forget about the outside world. In this tiny space, we can spend some together with no requests, no meetings. No one except the man I love with everything I am—the center of my entire universe.
I do my best to prove to him how much he means to me, and I hope it's only the first of the many nights we'll fall asleep in each other's arms.
THE END