Lance felt it then, through the thick fabric. Keith was turned on. The instant response of his own body set Lance's heart pounding, his ears grew hot, and he knew instinctually that if he wanted to do what his body was aching for him to do right now, Keith would probably not object.
Lance broke their kiss apart to breathlessly tell Keith "come with me". And he pulled the flustered red paladin by his stupid jacket down the hallway into Keith's room, locking the door behind them.
"Lance, I don't understand what you're doi-opfh!" Lance pushed Keith down onto the bed.
The sudden fall and subsequent jolt as he was slammed into the bed made Keith's already sore head throb, "ouch, you idiot, my head…"
"Sorry," Lance mumbled, distracted by Keith's jacket which he was attempting to tug off the body which was currently pinned beneath him.
"Damnit Lance, hold on, wait-" Lance grinned as he succeeded in removing the jacket, and stopped Keith's weak protest with more chaste kisses.
Keith felt his weariness melting away as Lance, warm and heavy on top of him, kissed him with soft lips; gently, across his forehead and over his eyes, movingly slowly down to his lips, and then Lance was properly kissing him, deeply, so that Keith's tongue began to tremulously respond.
Lance gripped Keith's hair again, and Keith couldn't help but return the gesture. His arms twisted up from under Lance and found their way around the warm back, up, to tangle in the short brown locks.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the room as they broke apart for a moment, Lance immediately diving down to suck at the now exposed flesh of Keith's neck. Keith rolled his head onto his shoulder to give Lance as much access as possible. The warm mouth felt so good. The wandering hands, he wanted them to go lower…
He was disappointed when Lance stopped his ministrations and sat up, worried that it was going to end there. But the other boy merely pulled off his jacket and shirt in one swift, enticing movement, before diving back down to capture Keith's hot mouth once more.
A tanned hand made it's way down, much to Keith's growing delight, pushing up the shirt to tickle across the toned, softly heaving stomach.
Keith couldn't help himself, he was so far gone into what was happening he didn't give a fuck anymore, "go further down," he broke apart the kiss to mumble.
"I will," Lance muttered, nipping at Keith's collarbone.
And he did. That hot hand moved down and rubbed over Keith's pants, eliciting an enticing sound from the red paladin. Lance allowed himself a smirk this time, and his long fingers skilfully flicked open the button, undid the zipper, and slipped below the band of Keith's boxers.
Keith gasped and his fingers clutched at the strong arms as Lance began to tease him, fingers dancing around his private parts. Keith wanted more but didn't know how to ask for it, or even what 'more' really was. Luckily for him, Lance seemed to know, and was all too willing to provide.
The eager hand found its prize and began to work on making Keith's semi-erection grow, even as his mouth moved down to discover a soft nipple to abuse.
Lance's hand felt so good, it was so different from when he got himself off, somehow. Lance's hand was bigger, smoother, and warmer, he could feel himself getting close already, feel the adrenaline pumping through his blood at the absurdity of it all. Pre-cum was leaking out from his tip and Lance's fingers were spreading it everywhere.
"Sh-shit Lance, I'm already…" Lance looked up from Keith's chest at the flushed face above him.
"Take this off already," Lance said, sitting up and lifting the hem of Keith's shirt, Keith helped him pull it off, tugging off his gloves as he went. Lance's eyes darkened with lust as they admired the exposed body. "You're gorgeous," he muttered, tracing a finger from shoulder to throat, it came to rest under the pale chin and pulled Keith's eager lips up for another kiss.
"His other hand moved down to Keith's dick again, giving it only a little bit of attention, before going further down, to circle around an even more forbidden place.
Lance felt the other boy tense under his probing fingers, "can I?" he asked, looking into dark, honest eyes.
Keith wanted it, he had figured out what was coming, what came next, and he found himself wanting it so badly, he might well have done anything Lance asked of him in that moment. "Yes," he breathed, "do whatever you want." What the fuck am I saying? He screamed in his mind even as the words left his lips.
Lance pulled his hand back out and licked his fingers, covering them with saliva, before dipping back down into Keith's boxers.
Keith felt tense, he wanted it, but it was not a familiar sensation, he gasped as Lance's finger danced around his entrance, and then, slowly, slowly, pushed into the ring of muscle.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt too much?"
Keith shook his head, eyes closed so he wouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment of looking at Lance's face as the other boy fingered his asshole, "no, it just feels -huff- a bit weird, I don't know…" Weird as it felt, he was still turned on beyond belief, and couldn't stop himself from thrusting down a little bit onto Lance's finger. It felt so out of place, but still he wanted Lance to push deeper, to go faster.
"Fuck," Lance gritted his teeth, "damn it, fuck this."
There was that odd clattering metal sound as Lance undid his belt buckle, loosing the front of his jeans and reaching into his own underwear to re-adjust his aching hard-on. Then Keith was being undressed again, Lance pulling his pants and boxers down and off. Suddenly Lance's weight was gone, Keith felt his legs being hoisted up onto Lance's shoulders. Confused, he opened his eyes to look down at a view that made his cheeks feel even hotter.
The first lick caught him by surprise in the way it felt, so moist and slippery, not at all a good feeling. But as Lances tongue went deeper one of his hands searched around to find one of Keith's where it was gripping tight at the sheet. Lance guided Keith's hand down to it's owners cock, and Keith realised what Lance wanted
As he made himself feel good he began to enjoy the feeling of Lance's tongue working away at his hole, it didn't stretch the way the finger had before.
But Lance grew impatient quickly, and his tongue soon gave way to one spit-slicked finger, then two. He delved into Keith, stretching and working to make room for something bigger.
But it was too much for Keith, Lance's tongue, so hot and soft, his own hand, working up and down in the familiar way, yet suddenly it felt so different, so impossibly amazing. He was moaning and squirming, he couldn't help it. All the physical sensations, mixed with the ridiculous idea of LANCE being there, right now, of Lance's tongue being inside his ass.
"Shi-shit Lance, I can't take it.. any… more…ah," he was so close.
"Shit," Lance muttered, but he didn't stop, his hand was pumping furiously at his own erection, he knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to do it sooo badly, but…
Lance felt Keith's entire body tense beneath him. Keith's breath caught, his eyes closed tight, head thrown back into the pillow as his body arched up, off the bed, and he came, quite messily, all over his torso.
Lance bit down hard on the soft skin of Keith's inner thigh, and proceeded to put a nice dark mark there as he took care of his own erection, not quite as satisfied as he wanted to be, but definitely more so then he would've ever believed possible.
When he was finished Lance let Keith's legs down from his shoulders gently, and collapsed next to the exhausted boy. They lay there in silence, listening to the sound of each other's heavy breathing.
"Ahh, you got so dirty, sorry about that, I feel like it was my fault," Lance grabbed the closest item of clothing, his own discarded shirt, and did his best, to Keith's utter horror, to wipe the mess off Keith's stomach. "Sorry about the sheets too."
What the fuck was Keith supposed to say? What the actual FUCK just happened? Shitshitshitshitshitshit-
Keith threw his arm over his eyes, suddenly intensely aware of his nakedness. He grabbed sightlessly at the sheet and pulled it over his body.
"Keith, are you okay?"
"I'm fine! Just- leave me alone won't you?" Holy shit did that really just happen? Shitshit…Shiro what do I do?
"Keith, we should really-"
"Just go away, won't you! I'm tired." Fuckfuckfuckfuck-no don't go, shit I don't know.
"Can't we at least talk about this…"
"No." What the fuck am I supposed to say?
"Fine, if that's what you want."
Lance got up and silently put his clothes back on. He turned once again, confused, unsure what he wanted to say, but Keith had his back firmly to Lance. So he walked out and left the red paladin to his musings.
They fucked up.
I mean they fucked (almost) and it was great, but they handled it like fucking idiots, dumbasses.
Since you all asked so enthusiastically for more I thought like I'd indulge you, hope you enjoyed it. ;D
(Sorry for the first one being all broken, I had so much trouble uploading it!)