Chapter Thirteen
"I don't like this."
Lance laughed as he continued to lead a blindfolded Keith across the beach. "I'm enjoying it just fine."
"You didn't stay I would have to wear this thing in public, there are people laughing," Keith grumbled.
"As they enjoy the beach on a Saturday morning, totally ignore us," Lance said, moving them around a sandcastle two kids were building, they both looked up at them with big eyes, Lance grinned at them.
"Is he doing a dare?" One of the boys dared.
"No he agreed to do this," Lance laughed.
"I stupidly said I would trust him to surprise me, I'm never doing it again, who am I talking too? That didn't sound like Pidge."
"That was a kid building a castle."
"Why is a kid building a castle talking to us?"
"Cause you're wearing a blindfold on the beach."
"You said people weren't staring at us?"
"Whatever. We're going uphill now, going to led you from behind."
"Lance, take it off. I want to see where I am."
"If you see where you are, then where we are going won't be a surprise," Lance said, gripping Keith's hips and leaning to the side to keep an eye on where they were stepping. "Stairs coming up, railing is on your left," Lance said, nudging Keith by his hips wear to go, trying not to get distracted by being so close to him. Keith was wearing a pair of Lance's shorts, the fit tight on him and his ass was extremely distracting, Lance had to keep reminding himself that he was Keith eyes at the moment. Keith's left hand went out and waved around in the air but quickly found the railing of the staircase they were about to climb, he grabbed it but didn't budge.
Lance was less than an inch behind him so he ended up plastered totally against him, hands digging into Keith's hips he inhaled deeply, loving how his sandalwood soap smelled on Keith. Smelled better on Keith than on him, he thought and so did his boring generic shampoo. He liked Keith's hair like this too, unstyled and wild in the wind coming off the ocean. "This isn't where the surprise is, you know," Lance whispered into Keith's ear, burying his nose into Keith's hair.
"How much longer, do I have to wear this damn thing?"
"Until we get there."
"And that will take."
"A really long time, if you keep grousing about it, Keith," Lance laughed.
"Are you going to give me a straight answer?"
"No, cause I it's way too fun to listen to you order me around," Lance said, pushing Keith his hands, though he was tempted to thrust with his hips too but that would probably get them both in trouble and there were too many people around. It was a really nice day.
Keith started up the stairs, suspciously silent as he walked up the stairs, but Lance could hear him breathing, careful controlled breaths and he smirked. "Three more steps, then sand again," Lance said.
"You're driving me crazy," Keith muttered.
"Blindfold will be off soon."
"Not what I meant," Keith whispered, moving his hips back into Lance's grip, his body back against Lance, letting his weight rest there for a full moment before taking it away and taking the last three steps of the stairs.
Lance sighed, let out a small moan and grinned. "Oh, well that feeling is totally mutual, and I can't really blame you, I mean I am hot and I do smell really good right now."
"You're such a cocky son of a bitch," Keith said, laughing.
"And?"
Keith shook his head, refusing to budge again, he turned around and thought Lance couldn't see his eyes, he was sure he was being glared with lust blown dark eyes. Lance swallowed at the just the thought, it'd get to see it soon enough he told himself, he grabbed Keith's face and kissed him the second Keith opened his mouth. To yell about be blindfolded, to tell him to take it off, to give him an actual Estimated Time of Arrival this time damn it, Lance didn't care, he wasn't going to cave into the orders, but damn if he wasn't going to give into other more important urges.
Keith made an ummphh noise then his own hands where on Lance's hips, hitting only skin because the shorts he'd put on had slid down as always, and he never remembered to wear a belt. Tongues dueling, they were plastered front to front this time at the top of the stairs.
"Get a room!" Someone yelled as they walked past them, making Keith jump back, Lance laughed as Keith went total alpha male who wanted to make sure he knew who belonged to who to shy guy. Tongue back in his mouth, hands in the air, not knowing where to go, and head tucked down, thought Keith couldn't actually look at the sand below their feet to wish for a hole to swallow him.
"Shouldn't be embarrassed, remember I'm hot, you should be proud to be making out with me," Lance reminded him, lightly, taking his hand this time to continue onward toward the end of their journey. "Then of course there is the fact you are hot," Lance added. "Together, we are like, too smokin' hot for words, really. They should define a new word for our hotness. It's Keith/Lance hotness. We're the Kogane-McClaine Factor? Some new temperature of volcanic level of heat. Right? Right?" he pulled Keith in against him then and slung his arm around him.
"I'll agree with you, if you take off the blindfold."
"Oh, so you'll disagree with me about our hotness if I don't?"
Keith laughed but remained quiet. "Seriously, how much longer am going to be subjected to your unfair, and totally arousing manhandling, where I don't know where we are but can hear quite clearly we are in public? I want a real true estimated time of arrival, Lance. An ETA, now?"
"Bossy, bossy, bossy."
Keith growled.
"Are you like part lion?"
"Keep it up and find out, McClain."
Lance laughed.
Keith sighed.
"How long were you gone before I woke up?"
"Why?"
"Well, I woke up and was informed by Hunk and Pidge, you'd showered and taken off to see if something was doable. Then they told me I could take a shower, what stuff was yours that I could use - I showered, ate breakfast with them and Katie. Then you came back in, and said it was doable with that shit eating grin of yours."
"Yeah, you like that grin."
"Then you talked me into a blindfold."
"Yeah, I'm awesome."
"How long were you gone?"
"See if you're trying to figure it out, like some kind of weird math problem, you've got an issue because I took the Kessel then. We are taking the scenic route right now."
"Now blindfolded on the Kessel, I might li- Wait, uh, you took the Kessel?"
Lance smirked and stopped their walking hip to hip, he then leaned into whispered Keith ear really low. "So, blindfolded on the Kessel, while I drive really fast, I won't hear a peep of complaining out of you, huh?"
Keith squeaked, then sighed he leaned into Lance, his body shifting, hands coming out to grab at Lance's shirt, finding his shoulders and his mouth found Lance's mouth and Lance had himself a very eager handful of Keith. Rubbing against him, tonguing him and pushing under his shirt and oh, yeah they were definitely putting a blindfold on Keith and hopping on the Kessel really soon.
But first things firsts, Lance thought as he reluctantly pushed Keith away, but he kept a grip on his hips and leaned into his ear. "So, yeah, we'll do that. But this first," he said and he turned Keith around, so he face front, and started to steer him by his hips again and kept himself plastered to Keith's back because he just didn't want to any further away from him.
"I still want my ETA."
"For the Kessel blindfold run, tonight could work," Lance said.
Keith made a noise, that wasn't one of frustration but yet was but then he shook his head. "For the surprise, Lance, the surprise."
"No, no ETA's for the surprise, but we're stepping off the sand, onto gravel now," Lance said just Keith stepped his sneakered foot onto gravel.
"I feel that," Keith complained. "You know, since I don't know this area at all, blindfolding me is pretty moot."
"You're logic will not effect on me."
"I told you I don't like surprises."
"But you said, you were willing to try one out, because It would be me giving it. And I think since you said that, I have to make sure that you go all the way with it."
"Well, obviously, around you I lose I.Q. points. You make me stupid, I shouldn't be allowed to make decisions in your vicinity; it's bad enough you look like you do, then add the cajoling and the eyes and I turn into an idiot moron around you who is not thinking with his brain."
"Frankly, it gives me hope."
"What?"
"What to know that the smart brainy types sometimes let their dicks think for them too, makes me feel better for us average guys who get in trouble for it all the time."
Keith laughed that time, Lance felt it vibrate through Keith's body against his and he grinned. And it was perfect timing. "Almost there," he said, stopping and grabbing Keith's hand again and let him up a few steps, through a door and then up another staircase.
"We're inside somewhere now, where are we?"
"Hold on," Lance muttered as he dug into his shorts pockets for the key to the room, his stomach starting to feel queasy, his palms starting to sweat. Now suddenly that they were here, he felt completely nervous and unsure if he was making the right move here. He swallowed over a sudden lump that felt a mountain in this throat as he unlocked the door and pushed Keith inside and walked in himself. He then wiped his hands on his shorts, walked over to Keith and pulled off the blindfold.
Keith blinked about a million times, rubbed at his eyes as he readjusted to light; it was a bright day and the windows drapes were open and the windows were open, to let in the wind and let the customers of the place hear the ocean that was the small Bed & Breakfast's backyard. Keith turned around in a circle, took a look around and when he stopped he was staring at the bed.
Lance wanted to open his mouth, start talking about how there was no way they could be alone in the house, and he of course couldn't go to the dorm and anyway they couldn't really just kick Sven out. There just weren't many options for them to be alone and so he'd come up with this a place where they would definitely be alone.
Keith turned back around and looked at him, all wide-eyed and looking fucking perfect and he opened his mouth and then he closed it again. Then he just took off the borrowed shirt of Lance's he was wearing, and Lance let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, followed Keith's lead and did the same thing.
"This is good then?" Lance whispered as he walked into Keith's space, placed his forehead against Keith's.
"It was worth the damn blindfold, you jabbering on and never answering a question for almost thirty minutes," Keith said.
"You timed it?"
"I had to distract myself from your hands somehow, you kept touching me, those hands all dug into my hips," Keith said.
"I did this so we could be alone," Lance said. "No one is going to bother us, no one is going to call, no one can walk in through that door because I locked it and put the do not disturb sign on the doorknob. I already put everything else we need in the room," he whispered.
Keith's breathing hitched hands moved from Lance's hips to the shorts and he just tugged hard and watched them fall to the floor around Lance's sneakered feet. "I knew it, no underwear?"
"Remember, laundry wasn't done," Lance grinned. "And you aren't wearing any either."
"Well, I didn't bring any over, I wasn't really planning to sleepover," Keith said his eyes closing, as Lance pulled the shorts down and went down with them. His hand wrapping around Keith's cock, and his tongue darting into Keith's bellybutton.
"I usually don't plan, but sometimes it's worth it," Lance murmured, his mouth, tongue, against Keith's flat stomach, darting in and out his navel and his hand moving up and Keith's cock, thumb teasing the tip. "Are you ready, Keith?" Lance asked, a second later, eyes wide looking up from where he was kneeling straight into Keith's eyes.
(please don't kill me)