insideoflight | w/ redrebel

[After having what could only be described as an interesting text encounter, Keith sat motionless on the edge of his bed. His face rested in his hands with his fingers laced across the bridge of his nose as he stared at the bare wall, processing. Did he just come out to Lance?

Oh quiznak, he came out to Lance!

The cut that ran along his temple to his scalp throbbed. Silently he cursed the stupid hot tub wrestling for starting all this. There was a little part of him that hoped there would be a distress call or a galra attack, anything to postpone him having to deal with his… ah… feelings.

But when the knock came and Keith heard Lance's voice call from the other side, it broke his trance and he sat up turning his gaze. With a long sigh he picked himself up, trying his best to put on a brave face as he made his way to the door. They opened with a hiss.

For a beat, he stared at Lance’s smirking expression.]

Come in. You brought the stuff?

[Keith glanced down at Lance’s hands expecting some sort of anti-bacterial cream to ‘take responsibility’ for the cut to his head. Also to mask the true intent of his visit.]

[Stuff. ...Yes. Stuff. He's...got the stuff.

He doesn't have the stuff.

He kind of has the stuff? Lance is still baffled that this is even happening. He's got some lube that'll work for this, but christ, Keith really wants this? He's cool with this?]

Hey! Yeah, um...stuff, yes, exactly which stuff? Cause I'll bring the stuff, I got the stuff, I can bring the stuff.

[He hates himself for being this awkward.]

[Keith's eyes narrowed watching Lance flounder over his words. Yeah… he didn't bring the stuff. Though it was partly his own fault for not being more specific behind his meaning “take responsibility”. Sure it was one part flirting to lure Lance up here, but also one part trying to be subtle about having a cover story just in case Lance was spotted in the halls. The last thing he wanted to do was try to explain this to the others.]

Yeah, something for this? [He made a quick gesture to the cut on his head.] … N-nevermind. I already got some earlier. Just get inside so I can close the door.

[Keith shot a nervous glance over Lance’s shoulder to scan the hall. He didn't like how open this was. Once the doors were closed, they could talk.]

[What in the everliving hell just even came out of his own mouth? Lance sometimes had a tendency to word vomit, but that was more of like...a word seizure. He clears his throat before quickly making his way into Keith's room, letting the door slide shut behind him.

That nervous glance wasn't unnoticed by him, but he chooses not to say anything about it right now.]

Oh, that stuff. No, I, uh...sorry, my mind was kind of. You know. Elsewhere.

[When the door shut, a calm washed over Keith. Well, not completely. Now in his room standing in front of him was Lance and this whole... situation. He reached up to rub the back of his neck as he turned his eyes to the side.]

Er, right. Mine too. So.... [His voice trailed off sounding weaker than he meant to.] ...Should we talk first? About the texts?

Sounds like a good idea. Get things straight and all. Or...not straight, in this situation?

[Stand up comedian, this one.]

So, yeah, I... I like you.

[Despite himself Keith let's out a small snort at Lance’s attempt at humor. Well, he wasn't entirely wrong, but it was still a horrible joke.

But hearing what Lance said next had him fighting a rush of heat that threaten to show on his cheeks. Keith lift his eyes to meet Lance’s.]

And I'm kind of gay for you. [He smirked, repeating Lance's own text back to him.]

[So what if Lance was extremely un-smooth when it came down to it? Even if, wow, yeah, he really texted that, didn't he... The important part was that Keith reciprocated.

That was something he never thought would actually happen. And this?]

Good. I mean, I can't blame you. Look at this. How could you not be?

[The smirk faded on Keith's face, staring blankly back. Aaaaand there it was. Where was his off switch?]

Oh yes, totally. Look at everyone clambering over you with all your many charms. I don't know how Allura resists. [Completely. Monotone.] Admit it, you've been obsessed with me way longer than I have.

[Is there even one?

Lance narrows his eyes, but there's no actual malice in his gaze.]

That--lies and slander! Who said I was obsessed with you anyway, huh?

[Again Keith snorted as he crosses his arms over his chest giving Lance an incredulous look.]

Need I remind you of the day when we first officially met? I didn't even know who you were, but you had this whole concocted story about a non-existent rivalry we supposedly had. [Keith took a step forward into Lance’s bubble.] You've been aware of me for a long time.

Concocted? We most definitely had a rivalry, even if you were too up your own butt to notice!

[And Lance finds it difficult to admit how correct Keith is. He's had a crush on him from the day he first saw him across the classroom, even if he's acted like a little boy pulling pigtails this entire time.]

[Up his own butt? Well, there was a sex joke in there somewhere and any lesser person would make one given the current situation but… this was Keith. So he let it pass. Instead he took another shuffling step forward, waiting for the moment when Lance notices just how close he had gotten.]

Sure, whatever you have to tell yourself. You still got a long way to catch up to me. [Again, a smirk etched across his lips. Now he knew he was being an ass but he couldn't help himself from trying to poke the bear. Or I geuss it would be the lion?]

I'm already...

[He trails off when he realizes just how close Keith has actually gotten. They might have been rolling around naked just one night previous, but there wasn't intent behind it like there is now. Not one either of them meant to pursue, anyway.]

I'm already way ahead of you, Red.

[With that, he steps up as well, grabbing Keith by the collar of that stupid jacket of his and dragging him in for a kiss. It's not graceful, more an awkward smashing of mouths than anything, but it gets the point across.]

[To tell the truth, Keith was caught off guard by the sudden tugging on his sweet totally not stupid Lance is just jealous his isn't as cool jacket and was pulled into a kiss. Or at least he thought it was meant to be, not that he had much experience. Lips were in fact touching.

He chuckled into the kiss, pulling back ever so slightly so that their lips only a breath away.]

I thought you were suppose to be good at this.

[He teased but before Lance could respond he grabbed him by the shirt and moved back in, adjusting the angle for a more deliberate kiss.]

I--

[That's as much of a protest as he's able to get out before they've locked lips again. This is much better than arguing, actually. Lance is, surprisingly, really good at kissing, and now that he isn't just trying to shut Keith up, he puts his focus into kissing the breath right out of him.]

[Welp, Keith stood corrected. Previous statement retracted. This second kiss was a vast improvement from the first to say the least….. Not that he would tell Lance this. However, he could probably tell by his reaction that he was deeply enjoying it. Keith's mouth had betrayed him, letting out a soft sigh when paused for air…. But not to be out done, he tries to deepen the kiss, running his tongue long Lance’s bottom lip.

The hand that held Lance’s shirt loosened to snake down his front. It lingered longer that it should over his chest as it made it's journey down to his waist. His other hand raised up to grip the other side before he pulled their hips together.]

Edited 2017-06-13 03:57 (UTC)

[What did you know, Keith wasn't a bad kisser himself. Their competitive nature is only going to make this better, Lance can tell already, at that. He grants Keith entrance into his mouth, meeting his tongue with his own as his hands move to rest on his lower back. Like a true paladin of flame, Keith runs hot, and Lance already can't get enough of the heat.]

[The inside of Lance's mouth was expectantly hot... Then there was his tongue... It sent an involuntary shiver down Keith's spine. Heh, so it was good at something else other than just running his mouth, good to note. ~~He hoped this trend would continue for..... later.~~ In turn, Keith toyed back, caressing it against his before retreating nipping at his lips.

Lance's observation of Keith's heat was true, and the red paladin started to take notice of the warmth that surged inside him. Now that his jacket was free from grasping hands, he briefly released Lance's waist to quickly shrug it off where it fell unceremoniously onto the floor around their feet. Feeling that things were a bit uneven between them, Keith took hold of the hood of Lance's coat, coaxing it around his shoulders. For a moment he kept it there, tugging it snugly around Lance to lead him as Keith backed himself up towards the bed against the wall.]

[He's more than happy to follow along to the bed. Once they're there, he shrugs off his coat and tosses it into a corner. Normally, he's better when it comes to tidiness, but right now there are more pressing matters. Literally, what with his dick straining against his jeans already.

Lance pushes Keith down onto the bed, just looking down for a while because yep, they have definitely made it to a bed.]

Should we, uh, strip now before we start really getting to things?

[The question made Keith pause and stare back blankly. That was a good point... He guessed yeah... eventually that would be the main objective. Also wasn't that part of the fun of things? Taking each other's clothes off? Keith wasn't really thinking that far ahead and just going with the flow, following Lance's lead a little bit. It wouldn't be that far fetched to assume Lance had experience... But now Keith was trying to imagine what kind of person would fall for Lance's cheesy pick up lines and.... wait.

He fell for it.

Welp, time for some serious self reflection on his life choices will have to come after, shoving that thought deep, deep down.]

Stop asking and just do.

[Keith tone come out more annoyed than he meant to as he reached out to grab the hem of Lance's shirt to slide a hand up.]

That sounds like a really Keith thing to say--

[Okay. Yeah. He can work with this. Lance won't even complain about the tone of Keith's voice, because there's a hand up his shirt and that is a very nice start, thank you. Tanned hands slide down to grasp the bottom edge of Keith's black t-shirt, tugging it up and off of him.

It's not the first time he's seen Keith shirtless by far, but he's never been able to appreciate the view like this. The things he wants to do to it with his hands and mouth...]

Guess all those hours in the training room paid off, huh?

[When Lance made his move to remove his shirt, Keith had to reluctantly withdraw his hands. There was an unfamiliar gleam in the Blue Paladin's eyes that Keith couldn't put his finger on.]

Uh... Thanks? [Keith responded unintelligently, his eyes skittering down to scan his bare chest before snapping back up.] You could use a little more work.

[Again Keith's hands found their way back under Lance's shirt, grabbing his sides. Truth be told, Lance was shockingly toned, he had seen it with his own eyes the night previous with their hot tub shenanigans. Though he didn't take the time to fully examine his.... figure. So there wasn't much in the way of excess flab for Keith to hold on to and his hands just groped awkwardly at the failed point.]

What do you mean, more work?

[He's trying to compliment you and you turn it around and insult him, Keith? That's not how you get a guy into bed! Lance looks genuinely hurt for few moments before cracking a little smile at Keith's failure to find any real flab on him. Lance trains too, okay.]

Having fun there?

[The warmth in Keith's face rose until his complexion started to match the paint job on his lion. Okay, yeah, there was nothing to complain about as his fingertips began to ghost up Lance's abs with more purpose.]

Everyone could always use improving?

[He made a vain attempt to recover from his previous fumble. Flirty banter was Lance's thing, not his. But by now Keith's hands had skated up, along with the shirt, to rest on his partner's firm chest.
Staring at his pale hands against Lance's tawny skin he realized just how wrong he was, fingers flexing slightly to feel the muscle underneth. Lance could probably feel the rolling heat radiating from his cheeks.]

Maybe a little.

You know, it's not gonna kill you to say nice things to me.

[In fact, it definitely helps. Give the guy a little compliment fodder. He gives a little content sigh at Keith's hands on his chest, reaching up to rest them on top of them.]

It's all for you, babe.

[Yes, yes it would kill him. He was trying not to die right now. How can he say those things with a straight face? It annoyed him how much smoother Lance was being right now. Come on, get it together. Keith's brow furrowed slightly taking his hands back from Lance to yank the rest of his shirt off, tossing it to the slowly forming pile on the floor.]

I liked it when we were kissing.

[That was something nice, right? Keith moved to sit up on his elbows to take back Lance's lips with his.]

[Okay, he's not gonna complain at the kissing. Kissing is nice. They can work on proper boyfriend talk later.

(Hopefully that's what Keith was interested in, because Lance doesn't want this to be a one time thing.)

Lance takes the opportunity to straddle Keith's lap, giving him a better position to lock lips with him. It as well gives him a good position to rock down against him, giving a little moan into the kiss.]

[Now this, Keith likes. No more awkward talking that might, and inevitably, spoil the mood. They could deal with that later. Right now Keith was more concerned about the burning desire building inside him, which Lance mounting his lap did nothing to settle it. The friction between them made his dick press uncomfortably against the front of his tight pants.

Keith lets out a little growl of his own into the kiss as his hands ventured down Lance's smooth back pausing at the waist band of his jeans. These had to go. One of his hands whipped around to the other side to undo the front button, loosing them up allowing Keith to slide his other hand under. Shortly both hands found their way down to firmly cup the full roundness of Lance's backside, squeezing.]

[Oh. That's...nice, that's very nice. Lance wants move, and these damn jeans are in the way, so he starts to work them off while not actually moving too much, so that Keith can kept grabbing his ass. This mostly ends up in a lot of squirming on Keith's lap, which he decides is just a bonus because he can feel the other teen getting harder and harder underneath him.

Lance decides to skip the middle step, and as he all but flails about trying to shuck off his jeans while staying in the same general place, he tugs off his underwear as well.

Hope you like a naked Cuban in your lap, Keith, cause that's what you have now.]

[All the blood went rushing towards his lower extremities. Oh yeah, that squirming was NOT helping. Or depending on what you trying to do, maybe it was. But the tension in his pants was now unbearable and he lets out a low groan.]

Dammit Lance.

[Keith's head rolled back, powerless as his breathing grew heavy. Resting back the red paladin could take in the vision perched upon his lap. Why yes, he in fact does like a naked Cuban in his lap. Definitely takes back anything mean he might have said about Lance needing to work out. His nether region was aching at the sight. Pants. Gone. Now.

Without a second thought Keith's hands slide down the front of Lance's thighs to the front on his own pants. In what was probably not the most sexy or efficient way possible, Keith floundered under him, kicking off his boots and eventually after a slight struggle, his pants. It was such a great relief to free himself from their tight confines, and his dick thanked him, standing at full attention. Since his hands were no longer preoccupied, they found their way back to fondle Lance's ass. He.... he really liked it.]

[It may not have been sexy or efficient, but it was so very...Keith, really. Lance takes sometime to let his eyes rake across the other's body, deciding that yes, he very much likes what he sees. There are so many things he already wants to do to every inch of it. For now, though, he just scoots in more (while making sure Keith's hands are still firmly grabbing his ass), pressing his own cock against Keith's.]

I can't decide how I wanna have you first.

[A shutter ran through him feeling Lance's heat press against his own. Down boy, Keith mentally told himself. He swore that he was starting to sweat and boy, his mouth felt like sandpaper. Part of him still couldn't believe this was actually happening. Lance, on top of him, naked, looking at him with want in his eyes for him. Trying his best to play it cool Keith smirked up at the other paladin.]

Don't worry, we have all night to try everything out.

[~~Unless there was a sudden galra attack or distress call which oh my god, if that happened now, Keith would literally kill everyone.~~]

Everything, huh? It might take longer than all night for that.

[God. He's never felt this kind of burning, all consuming desire for anyone like this before. There's nothing in the universe that can pry him away from Keith right now. But he just can't figure out where to start.

Touching is always good. And how they're positioned gives him an idea. Lance leans in to capture Keith's lips in another kiss, reaching down to take them both in hand, starting to stroke both of them at once. He can't reach all the way around, of course, but he does the best he can, and damn it feels good.]

[Instinctively Keith's hips bucked upwards and his breath hitched. Fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of Lance's ass as Keith held on tight, pressing the other firmly against him making sure he wasn't able to escape. He couldn't help himself from grinding them hips together in time with the gliding hand that held them. This was good... But Keith wanted more.

Reluctantly he broke the kiss, trailing a line of saliva with his tongue down the boy's jawline and onto his neck. Keith peppered ever inch of bare skin with small sucking pecks before settling to his shoulder, baring his teeth down on it.]

[Oh--

Fuck. Lance didn't know he'd be into the whole biting thing, but he lets out a gasp when Keith's sink into his skin. The burst of pain is oddly welcome, and his hand stutters before going back to the rhythm he had before.]

Ah, Keith... That fricken mouth of yours....

[Keith lets out a husky chuckled, licking the tiny red marks his teeth had left behind.]

Yeah? What about it?

[He teasingly reeked his teeth across the tan skin, breathing thickly against it. God , the persistent stroking of Lance's hand was driving him mad causing clear fluid began to bead at the tip of his dick.]

It's good for something other than talking smack.

[He gives them both a squeeze, swiping his thumb over each of the heads of their cocks.]

Want more than just this...

Lance...!

[Keith's whole body shivered as he hissed at the sensation that prickled through him. He had to fight back the urge to smack the other paladin. Which... would be a horrible idea when you're trying to have intimate relations. And yes, he did want more. But like hell he was going to cum first!

With determination in his eyes, Keith frees one of his hands bringing it around to place his palm solely on the head of Lance’s dick. With small circles of his wrist, he massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves.]

[He gasps at that. It almost feels too much this early on, but it's somehow fits the situation.]

More, Keith. More...like... I want to suck you, or you blow me, or you fuck me or just...

[Some handies just aren't cutting it right now.]

Edited 2017-07-03 07:07 (UTC)

[More? Well that was something they could both agree on. Keith was still determined to make Lance be the one to cum first. With both hands he reached up to take Lance by the shoulders, pushing up with all his strength flipping their position.

Keith flashed a smirk down before he bent over to attack his neck again. Leaving his mark, Keith ventured southward ghosting his lips over the peeks and valleys of Lance's abdomen, which he had been dying to do ever since the blue paladin had liberated himself from his shirt. Keith shifted his body, making himself at home between the other's legs, dick brushing up against the side of his cheek. There he paused, glancing up. He wanted to see the look in Lance's eyes as he realized what Keith was about to do to him.

After a beat, with one hand gentle grasped the base as the other tucked his hair behind his ear. His eyes closed, moving in to trail his tongue along the underside, testing at first.]

[Well then. His eyes go wide when he realizes that yes, Keith is really going where he thinks he's going. It's almost comical, really. Before he can say another word, though, he feels Keith's tongue against him and it's enough to make him whimper.]

Please--I need more of that. More of your mouth.

[Heh, hearing Lance's pleas egged him on. It would be rude not to comply with his request, wouldn't it? Smirking inwardly to himself, he made one more long slow lick from the base to his tip where he paused,
pressing his lips in a kiss against Lance's head.]

You want this?

[Keith already knew the answer so he didn't wait for a response before he leisurely took Lance's dick into his mouth. Okay, don't choke, don't choke....]

[Oh, holy quiznak.

Thankfully, Lance is able to somehow control himself and not instinctively thrust up into Keith's mouth, which would have definitely made him choke. And that would have really killed the mood. Lance's eyes are wide as he looks down at the sight, still hardly believing this is happening.]

Dios mio, Keith...

[What did Lance just say? Me-o? What about him? Eh????

Well what ever it was, Keith was going to take it as a good thing judging by Lance's reactions. He put a pin in that to ask about later. Right now he had other things to focus on. Oh like Lance's dick in his mouth, cause that's certainly a thing that's happening. Again, will revisit life choices after all this is over.

Pushing his thoughts aside, Keith returned his attention back to the task at hand.... or rather mouth. Keith began to slowing bob his head, taking Lance deeper with every stroke. All the while the red paladin's tongue kept busy sliding down his shaft.]

w/ redrebel

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/insert sloppy makeout icon*

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Sorry, I thought I lost the tag ^^;; It was buried

it's all good! <3

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/embraces this thread

/licks it