Notes: This chapter is very M, Hard M, NC-17. SEX SEX SEX. Between Men. Full on Sex. You have been warned, though if you are here, this is what you're hoping for :-)
Chapter Fourteen
Bellybutton, erogenous zone, oh yes, yes, yes, yes, Keith thought as Lance's mouth made contact with his navel, his slightly chapped lips scrapping against his skin, his tongue snaking out and thrusting into his bellybutton and making his legs feel like jelly. His hands reached out and scrambled, collided with Lance's head, went into thick brown-red hair, the sunshine streaming in the room making it more red than anything which Keith noted with some far portion of his brain as the rest of it was only capable of going, ngggh.
All of this was before, Lance touched his cock, hand slipping around Keith's width, stroking up and down his length, Keith gripped onto hair and pulled and pushed, trying to hold onto himself, and Lance was barely touching his cock, the hold was so loose, his focus on was his stomach, on his bellybutton, but he was stroking Keith through it all. How could Lance do so many things at once? Keith forced his eyes open to look down to watch it all, to watch how it was happening, he had to know how to do it back because he wasn't disappointing Lance, he couldn't disappoint Lance.
As he looked down he met Lance's eyes, Lance's pupils were so dilated Keith could barely make out the rim of green around them, his lips were wet and puffy from pressing against Keith's stomach and Keith wanted them back there, why were they off of there, but Lance's hand was still moving, even if it was irritatingly, teasingly loose.
"Are you ready, Keith?" Lance asked, all his cockiness from earlier gone, he was stripped bare in more ways than just his clothes. Lance still had the same nervous look he'd had on his face that had made Keith pull off his shirt because he didn't know how to articulate how much Lance bringing him to this room where they could be alone meant to him. Keith licked his lips, felt his eyes close and open as Lance did something with his wrist, his thumb against the tender skin at the tip of his cock, as if trying to talk him into being ready. Keith grinned, the nodded. "Been ready since day one," he said, and it was true.
One look, one minute, one hour, it was clear to Keith this was it. Lance McClain, as crazy as the guy was, as nuts as it sounded sometimes in Keith's head in his more rational moments when Lance wasn't in the room to distract him from remembering how to rational. Keith tugged at Lance's hair and then released a bit to only tug harder again, then ordered. "Get on with it, already."
It earned him that grin he loved, the half amused, half sexy smile as Lance pressed his mouth against his bellybutton again, mouthing around it, thrusting his tongue in out, around it, in it, in no pattern that could be guessed or figured out. But Keith tried to guess anyway, he couldn't help himself, he gripped at Lance's hair, tried not too but he pushed Lance's face more into his skin, only realizing it and letting a bit when he felt his pointed nose press a little to much into his belly.
Lance always laughed when Keith loosened his hold, this time was no exception the difference was Lance was taking his time. He was being almost lazy about it, instead of fast and furious like he was between classes; when he pushed Keith against a wall in a storage closet, unzipped the pants from his Academy uniform and rucked up his shirt, mouth and hands on his stomach, his bellybutton, then his mouth around Keith's cock. His mouth would be there by now, tongue doing things Keith hadn't known tongues could do, he was still improvising with his own, hoping he was duplicating or at least pleasing Lance just as much as Lance pleased him; he was pretty he was since when he got to push Lance against the wall in the closet he usually had shove something in Lance's mouth to keep him from being loud enough to attract attention. Literally before they'd come up with the idea, people had thrown open the doors wondering if someone was in trouble inside.
The memory made Keith heat up, which mean he triple hot from his normal, he groan, he was losing patience, his cock was thick and ready, Lance's grip was tighter, his hand doing more funny little twists and turns, again in no discernible pattern, why was Keith could never pin him down - he loved he could never pin him down.
"Damn it, Lance, fucking suck my cock," Keith ground out, tugging at Lance's hair hard enough Lance at to look up.
Lance grinned, canary happy. "Bossy, bossy, bossy," he muttered, but then his mouth was over Keith's cock, sucking down as much as he could take, Keith felt his eye roll into the back of his head, because Lance could take a lot.
"Oh, god yes, yes," Keith muttered, louder than he meant too, no where near as loud as Lance would get. He got lost in the sensations, familiar but not, up and down, hand twisting, tongue licking up as mouth pushed down, tongue darting left and right as wrist twisted right to left and Lance's lips sucked at the tip. Keith sighed, then hands were on his balls, Lance was moving up with just his mouth, and Keith felt close, so very close, when he felt something new, different and awesome.
One of Lance's wet fingers, covered in salvia and precome, pressed against Keith's anus, circling, at first, Keith keened, literally blushing but he felt the question Lance couldn't ask because his mouth was full. He nodded, then he remembered Lance might not be looking up and he said. "Yes, yes, yes." Because it was the one word he could say coherently.
Then he felt Lance push his finger in, the intrusion expected but of course unexpected. Lance kept on with the blow job not missing a beat, Keith tried to keep his eyes open to watch what he could, take mental notes he could remember later even if he couldn't focus on them now, but he couldn't. There was something pushing into him, Lance's mouth was hard suction, and his eyes rolled again, his lids fluttered shut.
Eyes closed he felt it more, the newer sensations, and he could visualize Lance's finger, it's length, how much of it was it inside of him, pushing in and moving out and pushing in more, wiggling around like it was, giving him another kind of pleasure, always more and more. Keith breathed into the sensation, completely loving it and without warning it all slammed into him, his orgasm caught him by surprise and he gave Lance no warning as white light appeared against his closed eyelids and he floated, then fell as everything went black.
When he woke up, he felt Lance's mouth against his throat, arm around his waist, body leaning against him. He was on the bed now, on his back and he felt the telltale heat of an embarrassing blush. "I uh, wow," he stammered out.
"Yeah, I'm good," Lance said, all his cocky confidence back in full force. He leaned up enough to look Keith in the eye and grinned. "I'm just glad the bed was behind you, kind of surprised you stayed standing for so long without a wall behind you."
Keith laughed. "I kept flashing to the damn closet from school."
Lance laughed. "This place is much cleaner, less dust and there is sunshine," he said, looking around and expanding his hands.
Keith lifted up, grabbed Lance's upper arms and pulled him back down and kissed him, tasting himself on Lance's lips and tongue, moaning into it and deepening the kiss. Lance did as well as they kissed for a long time, slip sliding, Keith dragged his hands down Lance's spine and started to reach for his cock, he could feel hard against his hipbone, but Lance grabbed his hand before he reached.
"Uh, uh, remember we are sticking that somewhere else," Lance said with a smirk.
Keith blushed, felt his belly flip and cock twitch, and he realized he was going to get hard again fast and he made a weird noise, he wasn't even sure what it was but Lance pressed his lips against his and smiled, reached over to the nightstand and came back with a small tube of lubricant. Lance's features shifted then from cocksure to serious, eyes going vulnerable and his free hand touching Keith's cheek and he kissed him again, soft and sweet. "You're sure?"
"Yes."
Lance nodded, swallowing. "Damn, now I feel like a virgin," he breathed out and Keith felt him shaking.
It threw Keith for all of two seconds, he knew the way to get Lance back on track, he moved up and kissed his jaw, trailing kisses to his throat and down to his shoulder, where his bit at the skin where neck and shoulder meet. "Fuck me already will you," he said.
Lance made an incoherent noise, then said something that sounded like, "Fuck yeah," and Keith suddenly found himself upended. Lance moved quickly, grabbed Keith by his hips, pulled him down the bed, then pushed his legs up and apart. "Pillow," Lance demanded.
"Pillow?"
"Want to be fucked, give me a pillow, babe," Lance said.
Keith felt behind his head and grabbed pillow and threw it at Lance's face.
Lance snickered. "Hips up."
"You're going to get you in me soon, right?" Keith bitched, feeling completely vulnerable in this new position, but loving that it was Lance that put them there, tilted his world off it's axis again without any permission - well that was wrong Keith had given him permission but Keith didn't like giving up control.
"Maybe," Lance teased, pushing the pillow under Keith's hips, then flattening his body, moving down and licking his tongue his over Keith's anus.
"Oh fuck me!"
"Kind of the point," Lance said, though it was muffled and Keith felt his eyes rolling back again, his stomach was flipping, and he was definitely erect again. His boyfriend had the best tongue, the best, best tongue in all the galaxies.
"Nnngh," Keith called out, his fingers gripping at the bedclothes he started to move into Lance's tongue thrusts, wanting more and more. Lots more. "More, more," he demanded.
Something cold happened and Keith bitched, "Cold!"
"Lube," Lance laughed and Keith felt his breath against his perineum, then the tongue was back with a finger, one of Lance's perfect long fingers.
More, Keith thought, he wanted more, he thrust into it, in them and he felt more come, and he might be chanting it, demanding it, and there might be muffled laughter coming from Lance. Keith loved it, it was awesome, it was amazing, it was perfect but he needed more and he was ready.
"Come on, fuck me already," he yelled out, eyes wide staring.
And then all sensation stopped.
"What the fuck!"
Lance laughed, on his knees between Keith's legs, he reached out and put a hand on Keith's stomach, just missing his penis, stroking his thumb near Keith's bellybutton. "Shh, condom, lube, two seconds."
"Too long," Keith bitched, but he rolled his eyes resigned to waiting a few more seconds to lose his virginity.
Then came the perfect intrusion, Keith moaned, eyes wide with shock and amazement, and he watched Lance's face, the concentration then Lance opened wide and he met Keith's gaze. "God," Lance whispered.
"Just me," Keith said, taking a page out Lance's book.
Lance laughed and on the chuckle Keith felt him thrust all in, and he moaned, eyes wide at the intrusion and how it didn't feel like a intrusion at all, it all felt so right, like Lance belonged there, looming over him, the only thing that felt off was Lance wasn't moving.
Lance was draped over him though, he bent down and over and pressed their foreheads together, and he met Keith's eyes, Keith met his. "Move?" Keith suggested.
"Bossy, ass," Lance gritted out. "I'm trying not to come on the spot here, you're so fucking tight, and so fucking sexy, how the hell did I land you anyway?"
Keith felt his heartbeat start to pound, in his ears, Lance's face was so close, he could count freckles on the fair skin, a few scars on his chin he'd must've gotten as a kid, and he really wanted to lick. So he lifted up and licked them, and Lance groaned.
"Shit," Lance muttered. "If I come faster than a fifteen year old boy in his first groping session it's all your fault."
Keith was going to laugh, but Lance pulled back and then thrust back in hard and fast, and Keith forgot what laughter was, what speech was, he arched up and into the thrusts, reaching up and gripping hold of Lance wherever his hands could grab onto skin and pulled him in even closer. There was thrust after thrust, his own cock between them getting friction from their bodies being so close together. Then Lance moved and there were stars, and Keith heard his voice yell something that wasn't English or Japanese, and it was all stars until it was white and then black again.