Trigger WARNING: talk of rape and SMUT

Chapter Four

Lance couldn't help but consider Keith adorable as he flailed around awkwardly trying to answer the myriad of questions being pelted at him.

"Okay I think you guys have tortured Keith long enough." Lance interjected.

Hunk turned to look at Lance quizzically, and took in the the lustful gaze Lance was directing towards Keith. A knowing smile lit Hunks face as he pulled Pidge's attention from her prey.

"Well we do have to get to work soon. And you two should probably get a head start on what you planned for the day too." Hunk chuckled as he raised a suggestive eyebrow at Lance. This caused Lance to turn a deep maroon color as he averted his gaze from Keith.

Pidge sighed as it was apparent she wasn't going to get all the answers out of Keith that she wanted. Instead she opted for another apology for her brother and quickly ran from the room to get dressed.

Hunk began cleaning up dishes and shooed they two boys to be on their way. As soon as they were outside Lance walked a little further into the alley from the door. What had looked like at first to be some garbage cans covered in an old sheet, was in fact a Suzuki GSX-S1000 motorbike in a startling electric blue.

Lance balled up the sheet and threw it towards the door of Hunk's home. "You ready to go?" Lance inquired ad he straddled the bike easily.

Keith's breath caught for a moment in his throat. Lance looked good on the machine before him. And he couldn't help but eye the man up and down several times in adoration. Lance cleared his throat feeling oddly self conscious under the hungry stare.

That was all it took to break Keith from his libido based daydreaming and onto the backseat of the bike. Keith wrapped his arms snug around Lance's torso, afraid that he might fall off. Keith felt Lance chuckle which sent shivers up and down his spine.

Lance eloquently shifted Keith's hands from their current position to rest on his hips all the while dragging Keith's fingers along his body. Keith could have sworn that he felt Lance shiver under his touch.

"It's better for me to control us if you hold me here and lean into me. Just follow my movements ok?" Lance instructed not turning to meet those beautiful violet eyes.

Keith just nodded and Leaned into Lance flushing their bodies together as Lance started the Suzuki and kicked off taking them out on the road.

They rode through the winding streets of the small country town. Keith snuggled close to Lance breathing him in. Lance smelled like baked goods and motor oil. It was a strangely comforting smell and Keith began to lose himself in Lance and the gentle sway of the ride.

Keith couldn't stifle his blush as Lance stopped abruptly at a light, causing Keith to slide forward and press into Lance. Keith wrapped his arms around Lance's waist in fear.

"It's ok, I'm not going to let you fall." Lance assured as the light changed. Lance didn't seem to notice the shift in seating or if he had he wasn't saying anything.

Lance could feel the butterflies in his stomach. All because Keith was pressed flush against him and his arms were holding him tightly. It wasn't distracting as so much exhilarating.

It took them about an hour to get to the school, however it felt so short for Lance he wanted to go for a longer ride with Keith pressed against him like that. But now they were at the college campus and Lance needed to do his job and make Keith transfer. Lance just hoped Matt or Lotor wasn't around.

Several hours later after thorough examination of the school Keith looked pleased with what their local college had to offer. It even had a Pride Club!

"So? What do you think? Going transfer over to our humble little school?" Lance teased nudging Keith in the shoulder playfully.

"I don't know. I mean it's a great school and all but….I feel like I would be running away." Keith admitted.

"Your not running away." Lance spoke reassuringly. "Your moving closer so you can help with the baby and the Cafe."

Keith thought about it for a moment before rolling his eyes in agreement. Lance smiled giddily at the thought of Keith being closer. The happy bubble popped when a greasy looking man sauntered over to them waving. Lance unconsciously stepped in front of Keith protectively.

"Lance how are you? I heard you were around and thought you might be looking for me." The man spoke with I'll hidden malice and something else Keith couldn't place all he knew was this man was making Lance nervous and that unsettled Keith.

The man wasn't much to look at on Keith's opinion. The man wore a purple sweater vest and corduroys. His long greasy white hair made him appear lecherous to Keith.

"My name's Lotor." The man said stretching out his hand. Keith didn't take it.

Lotor retracted his hand and moved his attention back towards Lance. "My offer still stands."

The way Lotor was eyeing Lance didn't sit well with Keith. "Hey Lance you were going to take me to add missions still right? Won't they close soon?" It was an excuse but it was all he had to get Lance away from Mr Creep.

Lance spun on Keith in confusion before nodding and stiffly walking past Lotor. Keith walked close to Lance and glared at Loto as he passed. When Lotor was out of sight Keith turned to look at Lance.

Keith was in shock to find the Cuban trying in vain to suppress tears. Keith quickly pulled them into an empty courtyard away from others as he tried to calm Lance down, he embraced Lance in a supportive hug.

Lance blinked a couple of times against Keith's warm shoulder before he lost control of the tears. They stood there as Lance released muffled sobs onto Keith.

Lance felt safe in Keith's embrace. Something that he hadn't felt since that night five years ago. Lance pushed the memory from his mind and concentrated on Keith. He smelled of roses and coffee. Lance liked it and was calming him.

When Lance finally stopped sobbing in Keith's shoulder. He moved away reluctantly.

"I guess I owe you an explanation?" Lance said it more like a question then a statement. He wasn't sure how to explain himself.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." Keith assured Lance.

Lance shook his head. "No I owe you at least that much. You should know anyway. It's the reason Pidge hates her brother so much right now."

Keith looked both concerned and agitated at the mention of Matt. Lance sighed heavily. Maybe it was better to explain things in a more private setting? Keith seemed to pick up on Lance's thoughts.

"We can go somewhere else? I can always handle my transfer later." Keith suggested.

Lance nodded as they headed back out to his bike.

Lance pulled his bike into an old warehouse about a half hour later. The ride had been quiet but calming. As he parked and shut the loading dock doors the lights came on. The warehouse had been retrofitted into a home.

"You live here?" Keith asked in awe.

Lance smiled showing Keith around his place it was spacious but full. Lance was an artist by trade and his home doubled as his studio.

"I guess you live a pretty good life" Keith said smiling at Lance endearingly.

Lance sighed as he remembered the reason they needed privacy. He wasn't looking forward to explaining this but Keith had a right to know. On some level he was involved. Lance was just worried when he was done Keith would look at him with disgust or worse rejection.

Lance rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Maybe we should sit down….and...uh...talk?"

Keith understood what Lance meant and followed him over to his raggedy couch. He waited sitting next to Lance trying to seem as supportive as he could. Lance sighed as he looked sadly at the floor his hands clenched together.

"It was five years ago. Matt had invited Hunk and I to go to some Frat party at the college." Lance began shakily.

Keith could see the fear in Lance. He quietly rubbed small circles on Lance's back trying to soothe him.

Lance continued after a moment, "Hunk was grounded and couldn't make it but I stupidly went."

Tears rolled down Lance's cheeks. Keith pulled Lance into a tight embrace.

Lance cut right to the chase, "They raped me. They drugged my drink and raped me."

Lance began sobbing hard against Keith's chest. It was obvious that Lance hadn't dealt with what had happened to him. Keith wasn't sure what he was expecting to hear but it definitely wasn't that. He pulled Lance tighter against him.

Now Keith had a good reason to hate Lotor and a pretty damn good reason to get over Matt. Lance wasn't a rebound. Lance was someone special.

Lance woke up several hours later. It was dark out and he didn't remember falling asleep. Lance nuzzled into the warm pillow he was on. It was kind of stiff for a pillow.

"Mmm? Lance did you wake up? What time is it?" The pillow huskily grumbled.

Lance realized immediately what he was wrapped around wasn't a pillow but Keith. Keith had stayed and held Lance comfortingly even after hearing about his stupidity.

"W-why a-are you still here?!" Lance shouted jumping away and falling off the couch.

Keith had bedhead and his clothes were tousled erotically with some of his abs showing. Lance blushed at the sight.

Keith hadn't registered what he looked like and didn't seem to intend to as he pulled Lance back on to him on the couch. Keith snuggled into Lance's chest sleepily.

"I'm here still because I want to make sure your alright." Keith said less groggily.

Lance wrapped his arms around Keith hesitantly. "You don't find me disgusting?"

"Why would I find you disgusting?" Keith asked.

Lance shifted nervously before answering, "Because I was raped."

Keith squeezed Lance closer. "Why would that make you disgusting? It wasn't your fault." Keith said it so matter of factly.

"But it was... I was asking them to do it…. I'm garbage." Lance stated weakly tears streaming down his face again.

"No!" Keith nearly shouted angrily. "It's not your fault! What they did was wrong and they are the garbage not you!"

Lance curled into Keith and nuzzled his face into Keith's hair. He slowly breathed in the smell of coffee and roses. For the first time since that night Lance felt safe and he didn't feel alone.

They stayed like that for awhile in comfortable silence. Lance finally decided it was time to look at the clock on his wall.

10:57pm

It was pretty late and Lance was sure Shiro had gone to bed by now.

"What's wrong?" Keith asked seeing the frown on Lance's face.

"Nothing. I'm just figuring out how I'm going to get you home." Lance chuckled nervously.

"I could always spend the night?" Keith asked and hurriedly added an explanation. "I texted Shiro earlier to tell him where I was and I didn't know when I'd be home so no one's waiting up for me."

Lance looked at Keith stunned. Keith was being serious and had accepted Lance and his problems. It made Lance happy. Before he could think about it Lance leaned forward and kissed Keith softly but deeply.

Keith stiffened and then relaxed into the kiss closing his eyes. Lance ran his tongue over Keith's lips spreading them gently before inserting his tongue and creating a deep and passionate kiss.

Keith moaned at the feeling of their tongues dancing between them. His mind emptying of anything else but Lance. His fingers tangled themselves in Lance's hair as tan fingers gripped Keith's waist.

Lance rolled on top of Keith and positioned himself over Keith and started grinding lightly against Keith. Keith released a seductive moan that made Lance grind harder against him.

Keith was very aroused by what Lance was doing to him. And he wanted it, he wanted Lance. Keith spread his legs as Lance slipped between them. It made the the feeling so much better to Keith.

Lance broke their passionate kiss to trail soft feathery kisses down Keith's jaw and to his neck where he bit lightly on the pale collarbone. Lance could hear the heavy breathing and Moans that were escaping swollen pink lips by his ear.

"A-are y-yo-uoo….. ah…..s-sure?" Keith asked.

Lance looked up from where he was nibbling to look at violet gems as he answered, "Yes, I'm sure."

Lance covered those swollen pink lips once more and erased any other doubts from Keith's mind. Lance sat up and quickly removed his shirt revealing lean, tan muscles. Keith sat up slightly and removed his own shirt tossing it aside.

Keith had a strong wiry build with toned muscles. And dear God was he fine. Keith's porcelain skin was milky and smooth under Lance's fingertips and roaming lips.

Lance reached around and lifted Keith into his lap. Keith fit perfectly against Lance as they rekindled the deep passionate kissing from before. Keith's legs wrapped around Lance's waist as Lance stood up and walked over to the bed in the next room.

Lance collapsed on top of Keith when they reached the bed. Keith began pulling at Lance's belt wanting for it to just disappear. Lance seemed to understand as he stood up and removed his pants and boxers, releasing his throbbing erection.

Lance didn't give Keith time to admire him as he bent down and removed Keith's pants and boxers releasing a very hard throbbing erection of his own.

Lance held Keith's throbbing shaft in his hand gently as the top of his tongue ran from the base of the shaft to the slit at the top sending shivers down Keith's spine.

Keith couldn't hold back any of the embarrassing sounds Lance was making him produce. Keith looked down at Lance as he took Keith's whole manhood in one fell swoop eliciting a slew of seductive moans and curses.

Lance hollowed his cheeks and began bobbing his head against Keith while his tongue and teeth caressed the shaft. Lance felt fingers tangle themselves in his hair as he moved. Dear God did Keith taste good. Keith bucked his hips up and Lance let him. Or rather he encouraged Keith to buck harder...deeper.

It was so arousing to Lance. He felt sinfully good. Keith tried to pull Lance up off of him muttering about cumming. But Lance pushed his nose against Keith's soft pelvis swallowing every drop of hot seed that came.

Wiping his mouth and looking at the wrecked Keith before him Lance grinned mischievously. Lance went lower on Keith finding his ass and licking the entrance.

Keith tensed and shook from the sensation of Lance sucking and kissing his puckered hole. Then Keith felt a higher level of pleasure as Lance inserted his tongue into Keith's entrance swirling it around and stretching the walls. Lance lifted Keith's legs over his shoulders and deepened his tongue into Keith as drool slipped from his mouth making the area very wet.

Keith was a hot and sweaty mess. He was no longer in control of any part of his body. How was Lance so good at this? It felt amazing! Granted it was Keith's first time, but still he had thought it would be more painful.

Lance pulled back and locked eyes with Keith. There was drool still dripping from his mouth, and god damned it was sexy as hell.

Lance stuck a finger in Keith and moved it around until he found his sweet spot. Lance was merciless as he fingered Keith's sweet spot wrecking him even more. After a moment Lance added a second finger then a third.

Once Lance felt Keith was sufficiently stretched he removed his fingers earning a needy whine from Keith. Lance lined himself up with Keith and slowly inserted himself.

Lance found it very hard not to ram into Keith, however he didn't want to hurt him, he wanted to make him feel good. And so Lance withheld from the temptation.

Once they were hips to ass Lance took a moment for them both to get used to the sensation. Keith was the first to move rolling his hips against Lance slowly.

Lance took the cue to begin moving and thrust deep and hard as Keith clung to Lance like a life preserver. His thrusts becoming faster as each second passed. Keith bit Lance's shoulder as he began screaming his name which only drove Lance over the edge.

Lance spilled out hot gooey liquid, filling Keith's insides to the brim. Both of them were wrecked as they fell back on to the mattress in a heap of limbs.

Lance let himself fall out of Keith as they snuggled tired and wrecked. Lance held Keith close as they drifted off to sleep. A single thought floated into Lance's mind just before falling into a dreamless sleep,

'What did I do to deserve this beautiful person?'

And then nothing….