Pre Voltron jaith because I have nothing else to post
I wrote this like back in August when I first got into Voltron again
I have two more of them just being a bit silly but idk I’ll post them another day maybe probably
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It had been a month since Keith had gotten suspended from the Garrison. It was strange for James to not see that loner at the window or have someone get them in heaps of trouble or someone who would always talk back to the more mean teachers. It was too quiet at the Garrison without Keith, but there was nothing much to do about that. He was suspended for a reason and the school was better off without him. A bit more boring, but still better, he supposed.
When he returned to his dorm room, he turned on his phone to see a text from none other than Keith. Odd, no one had heard from him since before he even got suspended, it’s like he had gone into hiding or something.
Keith: You free?
James: Ya, why
Keith: [coordinates]
James: ?? Isn’t that the desert
Keith: You coming or no
James: Yeah yeah I’ll be there
James: If you kill me in the middle of nowhere I swear
Keith: If I wanted you dead I’d poison you not lure you to the desert
James: ????
Seen
Ugh, that asshole. He rolled his eyes before he got out of uniform and made his way to the cryptic coordinates. Maybe Keith had gotten lost? Why he would call him and not Adam was weird but whatever, guess he’ll find out once he’s there.
It was a few minutes away from the Garrison via hoverbike. Some messed up shack in the middle of nowhere, no way this is actually what Keith meant, right? This place was disgusting, there’s no way he was there willingly right now. James took a moment to… let’s say ‘appreciate’ the shack before knocking on its frankly flimsy door. It had a lock, but it looked like it was easily opened by just about anyone.
“It’s open!” A voice from the other side of the door yelled out.
James twisted the knob slowly as he opened up the front door to… a complete and total mess. The coffee table was held up by cement bricks, the sofa looked like it had fallen apart years ago and messily put back together, there was dust everywhere and he swore there was a cobweb on that radio looking thing, “Hi…”
“Hey,” Keith turned from a covered board. Okay… weird.
“So… is this where you’re staying now?”
“Uh… I guess,” Keith shrugged, “I was drawn to it.”
“Okay…” weirdo, he thought to himself, but he stayed anyway. He sat on the rickety couch, hearing it strain from his weight, “you gonna redecorate or what? Because this place is a total dump.”
“There’s no need, it's not like anyone important will come here.”
“HEY!”
Keith looked at him confused, but ignored him quickly after as he sat beside him. They sat silently for a while, Keith was picking at the knees of his stupid jeans, like he was waiting for something to happen.
“You could at least tidy up the place,” James muttered into the silence as he looked around, “have you even heard of a broom?”
“It’s a shack in the desert, there’s no need to keep it spotless.” Keith grumbled.
“Yeah, well, fine. Live in filth like an animal then you weirdo,” he stood up.
“There isn’t even any filth!”
“There’s a cobweb right there!”
Keith gasped as he stood up as well, “That’s a spider’s home not filth.”
James rolled his eyes, “It’s still dusty in here.”
“There’s a lot of cracks in the walls, sand seeps through in strong winds.”
“Oh you just have an answer for everything, don’t you!?”
“That’s how talking works!”
“I hate you!”
“I hate you more!”
And suddenly they were inches apart from each other, stormcloud scribbles over their heads as they glared at each other for what seemed to be forever. Steady breathing was the only noise in the room right now, they weren’t even arguing anymore but the words still hung up in the air. Something about the shack being far from livable, it didn’t matter. They were close, too close and some kind of magnetic force was pulling them even closer.
Now, they stood barely a centimetre apart, breathing in each other’s breaths. They stood that close for ages, as if the slightest movement would break everything. Keith was the one who finally closed the gap, pressing his lips into James pretty aggressively. He was still mad, but man he couldn’t stand like that any longer, the tension in the room was pulling him down. Damn humans for being social creatures and damn Keith for giving into it and texting the first person he thought of.
They made their way back onto the couch, the thing dipping significantly with their combined weight. It was barely a couch anyway, if they ended up breaking it, it wouldn’t matter. Keith had chairs in the kitchen if he wanted to sit down anyway.
James did make a quiet sound as the couch dipped a little too much, but it was quickly drowned out. For around maybe fifteen or twenty minutes they’d only pull away from each other to catch their breaths for a few seconds before going back in. They had no idea what was pulling them so close, but they just couldn’t stop. As if some unknown force kept pulling them together.
Eventually, though, they did have to stop. Keith had settled himself on top of James, holding onto the arm of the couch to help him up but even he couldn’t stop his arm from giving out at some point. They didn’t dare look at each other as Keith sat himself upright again, allowing James to do the same.
“Sorry…” Keith eventually mumbled out.
“It’s…” James hesitated before he continued his thoughts, “fine. I… sorta liked it.”
Keith looked over at him, his face was as expressionless as ever, but the slight twinkle in his eye, the tiniest bit of happiness in them was a wonderful feeling. James quickly looked away, a blush on his face as he sputtered, “I-I mean. Your messy shack reflects your messy kissing style.” He huffed. Bad insult but whatever he couldn’t let Keith have something on him.
A small chuckle escaped Keith but nothing more. There was no more sound around them, just the silence of the night and their own somewhat ragged breaths. James could leave, he could go back right now and they could act like nothing had ever happened between them, but he didn’t. He stayed on that long-gone couch, staring behind him at the front door.
He took one last look at the door before turning to look at Keith again, who was now on the other edge of the couch just staring at the floor, “Is… the rest of the shack this disgusting or do you at least sleep and eat in a clean place?”
“The mattress is new… ish.”
“Do you… um…” he tried to block the heat creeping up his neck by scratching it away, “need any help… breaking it in?”
Keith blinked at him a few times, “It’s been, like, two weeks I think it’s fine.”
This dumbass… James put in all that effort and swallowed his pride to ask that and he didn’t even understand! Best pilot my ass, he didn’t even understand an innuendo. James rolled his eyes, “Never mind,” he stood up, “I’m gonna go back to base.”
“No, wait!” Keith gently grabbed onto his forearm, “It’s… um… gonna get dark soon and it’s already past curfew. I’ll sneak you back in in the morning. You don’t wanna get in trouble.”
“I’ll get in trouble in the morning anyway.”
“No you won’t. Trust me, I’ve snuck back into the Garrison more times than I can count.”
“Shiro probably got you excused.”
“All my accomplishments aren’t because of Shiro, y’know?” Keith huffed.
“Yeah, right. The only reason you lasted in the Garrison that long with your attitude is because of him. It’s no coincidence you got booted after Shiro dis-”
Instead of another argument breaking out, this time Keith went straight for it, pulling James back down onto the couch and connecting their lips. It worked for a good few minutes last time, so y’know solid proof it’d probably work again.
It did, to be fair, Griffin shut up pretty damn quickly after that. The only thing that got them to separate was the couch finally giving out and falling to the ground. They both fell, still incredibly close to each other, their steadying breathing taking up the entire space. Then, Keith laughed.
Keith Kogane laughing, not a thing you see everyday, but it was infectious. Seeing him express genuine joy was a sight to behold. James began laughing too, I mean it was a pretty humorous situation it wasn’t because Keith’s laugh made him happy… totally.
“Maybe I should get a new couch.”
“Yeah, now you take my advice when it comes to bite you in the ass.”
“Hey, you never suggested another couch.”
“It counts as keeping the place clean, look how much dust came out of it.”
Keith rolled his eyes, “You’re not the one living in it why does it even concern you?”
“It doesn’t but if you get sick because of these awful conditions you can’t blame me.”
“I could get sick from you and not these conditions. I mean, you are the only person I’ve interacted with in the last month.”
“Yeah but I’m not sick,” he paused as he processed the sentence, “you’ve talked to no one at all in the last month?”
“There’s no one I need to talk to.”
“Still, don’t you get lonely?”
He scoffed, “No. I don’t need other people.”
“Uh huh, what am I?”
“A moment of weakness.”
“Fine, I guess I’ll leave.”
“Fine, get in trouble, Golden Boy.” Keith crossed his arms and looked away with a huff.
James grumbled as he stood from the… can it even be called a couch anymore? Wayward cushions on the floor more like it, “Fine!” But Keith pulled him down again, “For fuck’s sake do you want me to leave or not?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, already a few inches from the other’s lips, “I’m complicated.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
They sat in silence for a long while before Keith whispered, “Stay.”
“Alright…” James nodded his head slightly before connecting their lips once more.
