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Since my muse is hopeless on his own, JoAnn has been kind enough to collab with me. Not that it matters, since this is pretty much just a PWP, but it's set in a quasi-GoLion universe where the VForce isn't military and GG doesn't exist. I only mention it because I suspect it may appear again, since JoAnn's muse is frightening and voracious. forest High Priestess of the Cult of Todesengel
Warnings & Disclaimer: Lemon/lime PWP fluff, language, general
collabfic issues, Allura-bashing brought on by the comic. WEP owns
Voltron.
***************** Sagging back into the embrace of the couch, Keith shoved his sticky hair back. This was worse than he'd though it was going to be. "A whole fucking planetful of people, and I can't get laid." Lance flopped down bonelessly next to him with a groan. "Don't even talk about it. Shit, one more person tries to tell me" here he altered his voice into breathless adoration "'how honored' they are ..." Keith grimaced. "It's bad enough I'm almost tempted to join Hunk and Sven in their drunken stupor." Groaning, he slumped deeper into the couch, absently sliding closer to Lance. "That Princess of theirs even speaks the same fucking way. If only they had more material ways to show their appreciation..." "First off, you don't want to join Hunk and Sven. Sven found some Arusian concoction that tastes almost like Aquavit and is probably getting incredibly maudlin right about now. Secondly, I think `that Princess of theirs' *would* be willing to show her appreciation – to *you* at least – but she'd probably expect you to marry her after, and third..." He flopped his head to the side to crookedly meet Keith's eyes, "I know you, Keith. Getting laid because these people think we're some kind of heroes wouldn't be any more acceptable to you than *not* getting laid for the same reason." "Shit, jump to conclusions recently? It wasn't that I wanted them to offer sexual favors just because we save their planet as part of our agreement (okay, so that would be nice) – I *meant* that I wished they'd give us money, or repair our bloody ship so that we could get *out*. *Then* we could all get laid – don't even bring up the Princess again – and Sven could actually *have* Aquavit, and Pidge wouldn't be reduced to befriending rodents." Keith snorted, the air ruffling Lance's sweat-stiff hair. "And you think you know me. Hah." Lance colored slightly, but recovered quickly. "Hey, you're the one who brought up the Princess. It's not my fault she gets all wet every time you walk into the room." He turned to face Keith fully, wetting his lips and mimicking Allura's infatuated expression. "Oh Keith, how can I ever repay you? You know I'd do...anything." For a moment, desire almost consumed Keith. Bloody hell, he really needed to get laid if Lance was looking good. Launching off the sofa, he scowled and raked his fingers through his hair again. "Let it go, already. Yeah, we're all agreed that for some reason, she's got the hots for me. Even *Hunk* noticed. But curvy blonds – especially curvy blondes who are our *boss* – don't do anything for me." Looking over his shoulder, he snorted at Lance. "Even you know me at least that well." Lance put one hand dramatically over his heart in mock-hurt even as his body very notably registered the combination of Keith's anger-flushed skin and post-battle sweat-rumpled hair. /That's how he'd look after sex./ It was a disconcerting thought, especially given their current conversation and Lance's own level of sexual frustration. Best not to think of Keith that way. They'd been friends for years, and especially here on Arus, they couldn't afford to screw that up. Best to just change the subject to something harmless. Which was why he was surprised and dismayed when his mouth took over, voice rich with insinuation. "So enlighten me then, since I apparently don't know you at all, what *does* do it for you?" Spinning around, Keith raked Lance with a look. His friend, sprawled obscenely on the sofa, was flushed, a suspicious bulge in his pants. / What the hell./ Frustration snapping what little control he had left, Keith's common sense gave up the battle and took an unexpected vacation. He stalked forward, each sinuous movement highlighting the muscles under his clinging uniform. Planting his hands on the cushion on either side of Lance's face, he inhaled the metallic scent and salt- sweat of Lance. "Why don't I show you?" Wide-eyed, mouth gone dry, Lance blinked as his libido and mind had a screaming match over why this was the best/worst idea in the world. "Um...Keith?" He was joking. He had to be joking. This was revenge for that whole Allura thing. And if the expression in his eyes looked anything but amused, well, they were both horny and frustrated and it didn't really mean anything other than that. Reading Lance's expression with ease, Keith growled. "No joke. By our home those bastard Drules destroyed, I'm not playing with you." He kept his eyes locked on Lance's, doing his utmost to convey his sincerity. His common sense was shrieking in the background, but it was easily ignored. "Sven and Hunk found their solace in the bottle. Pidge is too young. You and I are the only ones left on this miserable planet who are willing to see each other as we are, not as some plaster saint. We fuck, we blow off the tension, we do what we agreed to do, and eventually, we'll get *off* this rock and we can forget all about this." Keith studied Lance's face. "What do you say?" /Ohfuckohfuckohfuck./ A little voice in the back of Lance's mind was playing merry hell with this one. Because, yeah, nothing *ever* went wrong with fuck-buddy arrangements, and there was absolutely no danger of either of them getting hurt, and there was no way Lance was going to fall for Keith and be completely unable to keep this at "tension- relief" status. There wouldn't be any complications in their new "saviors of the planet" role. He wasn't going to be jealous or bitter when it ended. They could do this then go right back to being the friends they were now, no problemo. Yeah, right. Of course, none of that really filtered past the synapses that had blown beyond repair when Keith said "We fuck." Keith's nearness, the smell and feel and sight of him, made any other answer impossible. "Oh fuck yes." Keith ruthlessly quashed the wistful feelings of hurt at Lance's rapid acceptance of a buddy-fuck. Keith almost, almost eased himself on top of Lance, almost acquainted his tongue with Lance's. The redoubled shrieking of his common sense finally got partially through to him. If he touched Lance in any way, now, he wasn't going to stop until they were both naked and covered in cum. "Oh hell. Not here. That blasted Princess or her insipid courtier could walk in at any time. Your rooms or mine?" Lance nearly groaned aloud in frustration at the delay. "Mine's closer." With a wrench, Keith forced himself further away from Lance. "Move." Correctly reading Lance's rising protest, Keith laced his fingers together and hissed at him. "If I touch you, I'm not going to stop. I'd rather not watch you orgasm against metal – either that of the flooring or the wall. I want to have the time – and privacy – to have you at my mercy, in a bed. Naked." Keith let his eyes move greedily over Lance. "So – move." Lance swallowed at the mental images Keith invoked and stood a little shakily. Seeing Keith's control so frayed wasn't helping his own any. "C'mon then." He led the way to his room, walking more quickly than strictly necessary, but not nearly as quickly as his rising desire urged. He could feel Keith a mere half-step behind him, his presence and heat, the tension between them, keeping his mind from straying too far into the future or questioning this too much. As soon as the door shut behind him, Keith locked it well enough that only Coran's override could unlock it from the outside. Once the lock engaged, his common sense disappeared under the onslaught of his libido. Lance met him halfway, a hand winding itself tightly in his hair. In turn, he wrapped himself around Lance and sealed their lips together. /No bed./ The thought was vague and fleeting, drowned out by the sensations of Lance's tongue moving against his own and by the heat of Lance in his arms. Slick heat, tasting of salt, sweat, mint and the faintest hint of chocolate drew Keith in. One hand slid uncaringly through sweaty chestnut hair; the other hand stroked patterns down Lance's back even as he rocked their hips together. Reaching Lance's ass, Keith tightened his grip and tore his mouth free of Lance's. Lapping his way to a slender ear, Keith gently bit down and made love to a tempting earlobe. "I want you naked, on your bed. Now." With those words, Keith maneuvered Lance backward and into his surprisingly neat bedroom. "...the hell weren't you this neat when we shared a room together?" Lance blinked slightly at the non sequitur, still panting from their near-frantic kisses. A split-second later he was shedding clothes in an awkward-graceful flurry of motion, flinging them haphazardly around the room. Grabbing a fistful of bedding, he yanked it down to lie in a heap on the floor, then turned, wearing just a grin. "Better?" Keith inhaled Lance-scent and grinned back, letting his eyes shine with admiration as they trailed over Lance's body. "Just needs a few finishing touches." Rapidly, he yanked off all of his clothes, throwing them every which-way. Before Lance could so much as blink at him, he pounced, tumbling them both backward onto the bed. Groaning at the feel of skin against skin, Keith rubbed his way up Lance's body to meet him in another searing kiss. Grabbing Keith's ass with both hands, Lance writhed against him urgently. There was no thought of taking his time, of savoring with soft touches and quiet sighs. There was only Keith's mouth hot and wet against his own, Keith's body pressed close, both of them smelling strongly of sweat and lust, and his own long-frustrated need demanding More. Now. Keith growled, the sound rumbling through his chest as Lance moved just *so* under him. Unwilling to even take the time to find lube, Keith his hand between their mouths, wetting it thoroughly. Reaching down, he gripped their shafts firmly and...stroked. Once. Twice. Lance arched under him, scream vibrating through Keith's mouth even as he exploded as well. Collapsing, Keith was vaguely aware that they were a sticky, smelly – but oh, so *satisfied* mess. Loud breaths slowing, coming back under control. Heartbeats and sticky limbs and comfortable weight. Splatters of their mingled cum on his stomach and chest, Lance rode the moment of delirium before Keith pried himself away with a sigh. Keith grabbed the discarded sheet and cleaned the worst of the spunk off both of them. Lance stretched, full-body, under the treatment and smiled. "Mmm, yeah. That took the edge off." He dredged up a sour look at his sheets. "Next time, though, we're doing this in your room so *you* have to do laundry." Keith chuckled, and wound himself tightly around Lance. "How about we do the `next time' in your shower...later today." He refused to let the niggling worry that he was pushing ruin the afterglow. Lance yawned widely, unexpectedly. "Later...like after I take a nap?" If he was going to be honest with himself, he'd have to admit he didn't want to stand up and get dressed because that would mean returning to their normal lives, and he wasn't ready to puzzle out what that meant yet. Maybe he could talk Keith into a nap, then that shower, and time enough to deal with any complications later. Tucking himself closely against Lance, Keith sighed and nodded against his skin. "Sounds good." Lance relaxed completely at the contented answer. With Keith's eyes closed, Lance stole the opportunity to just look at him for a minute. He'd been wrong earlier – that flushed and rumpled Keith looked different than Keith after sex. After sex he looked even better. Lance sighed as his eyes slid shut, tracing his hand lightly down Keith's back to rest comfortably in the crook of his hip. It felt good. /Fuck./ Keith eased microscopically closer to Lance's warm body, reveling in fingers running down his back and the warm weight on his hip. He was in such deep trouble. But he wasn't going to think about it now. For now, as long as they were stuck on this benighted planet, he'd be able to have this. That would be enough. It had to be. He wasn't going to get anything else. |