Lance could tell that Keith was avoiding him. And it was pissing him off.

Okay, it WAS his fault, he knew that, he wasn't stupid. After all he had basically assaulted the other paladin a couple of days ago. So as pissed off as he was while he watched Keith walk into the dining room and sit at the furthest possible seat from him, he was also embarrassed enough at his own actions that he hadn't yet managed to summon up the courage to actually say anything to Keith.

Keith was also embarrassed, and confused, and worried. He still had no idea what had caused the other day to happen. He had passed out as soon as Lance had left the room after the 'incident'. When he woke up, it took him a good while to remember it had even happened. He thought he'd dreamt it for a solid hour of the morning, until Lance had walked into the training room wearing a black shirt he'd never seen before. It was when Keith remembered what Lance's usual shirt had been used for that it all came rushing back. From that moment, he'd found it steadily impossible to look directly at Lance, or indeed, even think about the other boy, without his face growing hot and his ears flushing bright red.

The others on the ship hadn't seemed to notice anything, they put down Keith and Lance's extra avoidance of each other to some fight or argument that would blow over as usual.

However, while Keith seemed quite content pretending he hadn't been finger-fucked by Lance and waiting for it to blow over into a distant memory, the longer Keith ignored him the more ideas Lance was developing.

"I think I could go for seconds today Hunk," said Lance, standing up and showing an empty bowl.

Hunk grinned, "Help yourself Lance, never out of delicious green space goo on this ship."

Lance chuckled along with Pidge as he went to refill his bowl. Keith was staring determinedly into his own bowl of space muck, pretending not to hear his friends bantering. He startled when Lance sat back down in the chair right next to him.

"Hey there Keithy boy," Lance spooned a mound of sludge into his mouth, "wh-y so glu-m?" he managed around the mouthful.

Keith glared at him. "I'm not glum."

"Haha yes you are! Look how little you're eating, here have some more," Lance tipped his bowl up and shovelled half his refilled food into Keith's bowl. "There you go! You'll train much better on a full stomach."

Keith huffed and picked up a spoonful of green. But as he went to eat it, Lance nosily digging in beside him, he started to feel odd. He looked at his spoon, the food which had been touched by Lance's spoon, by Lance's mouth, so hot and wet and warm, Lance's tongue, dancing in and out of him… Fucking shit! He had to stop himself from shaking his head. Fuckfuckfuck shut up brain it's just a goddamn spoon! The now familiar sensation of his face heating up set him off, he didn't want his ears to go red here, he was supposed to be calm and collected. Lance was now talking animatedly with Hunk and Coran about how Allura's mice felt about the space food. They were laughing, so loudly…

Keith stood up abruptly, "I'm gonna go eat somewhere a little more peaceful." He walked off before anyone could stop him.

"What's got him all worked up this morning?" Coran wondered out loud.

"Mustn't have done any training this morning," snorted Pidge, "we'd better watch out if we get attacked, he'll be useless if his schedules messed up, we'll definitely all die within five minutes." The room broke out in sniggers until Shiro butted in to remind them all of the importance of training.

"Yeah yeah," said Pidge, leaning back in her chair, "it was just a joke, I wasn't questioning the importance of training. But seriously Shiro, none of us could keep up with Keith in training anyway, he's nuts."

Lance used the ensuing chatter as a distraction to shovel down the rest of his breakfast and sneak out of the room, muttering about needing the toilet.

He had a vague idea that Keith would've probably headed towards the training room instinctually, so he took off in that direction. It took him the better part of twenty minutes, but he finally found the red paladin in a rarely used corridor in a secluded part of the ship, near some unused sleeping quarters. The corridor had a floor to ceiling window, which currently held a view of the endless darkness of space, only broken by a few sparse galaxies, glittering in the far-off distance.

Keith was sitting on the floor next to his empty bowl, staring out into eternity. He started as Lance walked up, his face darkening. "What do you want, Lance?"

Lance sat next to him, too close. Keith shuffled to his left, putting distance between them, his eyes shifting about, ready to spring up and dash off at any second.

The move annoyed Lance, he wanted to be closer, not further away.

"Keith," he began, "I think we should talk about what happened the other day."

Keith looked away, "nothing happened."

Lance raised an eyebrow, annoyed that Keith wasn't looking at him, "it DID happen, and there's no use you trying to pretend it didn't. I can see it in your face every day, you think I don't notice how hard you've been trying to avoid me? You won't even look at me? Seriously?".

Keith gritted his teeth, feeling the heat rising in his face again. "Look Lance, I don't know what you think happened the other day, but you're going to have to accept that it was nothing. A stupid decision that came from a long hard day and a lot of shit. I was tired, not thinking straight, I shouldn't have let you do what you did. But I can promise you it won't happen again."

"Tch," Lance clicked his tongue, "and why not huh?"

Keith looked at him in surprise, "why not what?"

"Why can't it happen again?"

"Err, because it was, not okay… you know?"

Lance's eyebrows were both now threatening to disappear into his hairline. "It's not okay? Keith, I know you were upset at first, and I get that maybe I kinda took advantage of that, why on earth I felt like doing such a thing I have no idea. But I mean, are you kidding? You don't want to do it again? After you enjoyed it so much?"

Lance hadn't actually been sure of Keith's feelings, he had just made a wild guess, based on his own emotions, and what he wanted to be true. But Keith's reaction to his words confirmed his hopeful suspicions. The way his ears did that stupid red thing, the way he looked away from Lance, staring intently at the ground, his hands curling into fists.

Keith could tell that Lance was waiting for him to say something, to tell him to shut the fuck up and go the fuck away and never talk to him again. But his heart was racing and his head was pounding, too many thoughts were whirling around for him to spit out something coherent, what even did he want to say? And despite his little shuffle, Lance was still so close… his skin had such a strong fragrance, from whatever stupid lotion he put on, Keith found himself unintentionally breathing in deeply, trying to figure out what the heady scent was, something chocolatey… Fuck it smells good.

Lance was surprised at Keith's silence. But he was also being affected from being so close. It was as if he could feel the heat radiating from the other boys body, the corridor was silent and he could hear Keith's steady breathing. He wondered what Keith smelt like, he hadn't paid attention the other day, he leaned in, ever so slightly, without realising it, only thinking of getting a whiff of Keith.

But Keith felt the movement, his eyes snapped up, he turned towards Lance, "Hey! What are you-mmph!" Lance had lent forward as Keith's head turned, and there they were, right there. Those sweet, pale lips, how could he resist? Just a quick taste.

Keith shoved Lance's chest and fell back on his hands, leaning away as far as he could get, angry, but still on the floor. "What are you doing?" he hissed.

Fuckfuckfuck, thought Lance, now is not a good time to get turned on. "Isn't it obvious? You think that the other day was just a stupid mistake right? I don't disagree, but, that doesn't mean we didn't learn something valuable from it."

Keith looked incredulous, "and what might that be exactly?" He sounded pissed, but the look that was spreading over Lance's face had him very confused. Lance was getting turned on. Keith saw it in the way the blue eyes flicked over his body, the way Lance's tongue darted out to moisten his lips.

"Hmm I don't know," said Lance, moving forward, onto his hands and knees, hovering over Keith, who was frozen to his spot on the ground, "maybe that you like me a bit? Maybe that I like you a bit? Maybe that you would be really happy if I did those things again?"

"Err I don't think any of that…" Keith mumbled, but his lips were twitching, his face was inching upwards.

"What about right now, are you thinking… that maybe you'd like me to kiss me?"

This is not fair, Keith thought, why do I suddenly find him so attractive? Or… have I always thought that?

Lance leaned in, their lips almost touching. Keith closed his eyes, he wanted it so bad.

"Can I take that as a yes?" smirked Lance. He knew it would annoy Keith, but it was quite amusing to see the dark eyes flick open in embarrassment. He also wanted to make sure that Keith thought about it, that it was a choice, not just a spur of the moment thing like last time.

"Just kiss me already damnit."

Lance chuckled.

"Yes boss," he said, and obliged.

It was hot and sweet and soft and hard all at once. Keith's head was reeling. How were Lance's kisses so good? He felt Lance's hand move around to the back of his head, pulling him closer, fixing him in place. His own hands came up to cup Lance's face, so warm.

They broke apart so Keith could catch his breath, and Lance took the opportunity to dive down into Keith's collarbone, licking and nibbling gently. Lance's hands pulled off Keith's jacket, then moved to pull up the shirt.

"No Lance! We're in the middle of the corridor!" Keith tried to pull back, but Lance ignored him.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, no one ever comes up to this part of the ship, don't worry about it," He had removed both Keith's shirt and his own jacket as he said this, and as he moved to take off his own shirt he could see the objection to their little corridor rendezvous leaving Keith's face. He smirked. "Undo your belt."

Keith, not one to listen to orders from Lance, ever, barely hesitated before doing as the blue paladin asked.

And Lance's fingers were in him again. Dancing. Spreading. Teasing him. Keith wanted to feel what came next. The lust was taking over, and it wanted heat.

"Lance," Keith gasped, but he didn't even know what he wanted to say. He just wanted Lance to kiss him harder, and push their bodies together.

"Sh-shit Keith… you're so fucking hot," Lance breathed into Keith's ear, licking, biting. He wiggled his fingers inside Keith, it felt so hot and tight, he wanted to put something else in that warm, tight place…

Lance's fingers came out, Keith's pants came off.

Both boys were sweating and breathing hard. Keith felt himself slipping away into what was happening, reason left his mind. He forgot about the empty corridor, forgot that at any moment someone could come around the corner and see him, so vulnerable. He forgot about the vast emptiness of space that was glaring at him through the wall of glass. He thought only of the heat, and the warmth, of the boy above him.

Lance had pulled his belt open, his trousers down around his knees on the floor, his aching dick so ready to feel so good. "Keith…" he breathed, "can I…?"

Keith tried to croak out a yes, but was only to manage a moan, so instead he raised his hips, pushing up against Lance, urging the other boy forward.

Lance understood, and nudged himself inside.

It hurt.

So much pain, not a tearing, ripping pain, just the feeling of skin and muscle being stretched too hard.

"Keith, are you okay? You look like you're about to cry."

Lance's voice was soft with worry.

Keith took a deep breath, "y-yeah, I'm fine, just… hold on a minute, don't move, I'm not really used to this."

"Mmmn," Lance didn't push forward, as much as he was bursting to do so, he wanted Keith to feel good, wanted that face to flush red, wanted to see what he looked like when he came. Thinking about it turned him on so much, FUCK he just wanted to pound forward and never stop until Keith was drooling on the floor. But he held himself back, and instead, went in for Keith's nipples, licking, and biting just gently, but enough to make Keith moan. "Just relax," Lance muttered, nibbling softly at pale skin, "it will only hurt for a little bit, I'll be gentle, trust me."

And Lance began to move his hips. Pushing softly, in and out, just the tip at first, trying to make the muscles relax. Keith was squirming beneath him, so hot. Lance felt his own face heating up as the lust took over. He began to thrust harder, deeper. Keith looked like he was in pain, but his hands had come up to grip Lance's shoulders, fingernails digging in. Pulling Lance closer, pulling him in for a kiss, hot and heavy and all tongue.

"F-fuck Lance, it feels so good…"

Keith's word sent Lance over the edge, tore down his worries and barriers, and he went at the other paladin like an animal. Pulling him off the wall and pounding Keith into the ground. Keith's moans of pleasure turned to grunts and wines, loud and primal, echoing off the walls.

Lance went harder and faster, he gripped Keith's dick, moving his hand in time with his thrusts, he was so close to coming. He wanted Keith to come too.

Lance lent down for one last kiss as he felt himself about to come. The blood pulsing through his veins, he pushed all the way in and stopped as the feeling of ecstasy exploded in his abdomen, he didn't even think to ask Keith if it was okay to cum inside him, it was too late, his was too overcome by lust. As he came he worked Keith's cock harder, willing the other to come with him, to feel what he was feeling. He opened his own eyes just in time to see Keith's close, his body arched upwards into Lance, his face flushed, mouth open in a silent exclamation.

Lance collapsed onto Keith, gasping for breath. He felt the sticky, sweaty mess of Keith's torso beneath him and found it didn't bother him at all. He could stay this way for hours if he had it his way.

Keith lay there, letting this body come down from it high naturally, not thinking, just feeling. He felt content, he felt happy in a way he couldn't describe. He had never felt this way before. He didn't even know it was something a person could feel.

Hi guys,

I hope you liked it.

I don't really edit stuff cause I'm always in a hurry to post after I write so sorry if there are mistakes I know there are a couple in the previous chapters.

Let's get horny with Lance and Keith whooooooo!