Keith comes back Hot and Lance has a crisis on the bottom bunk.
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For: @rvsvlka
“How is this fair,” Lance muttered to himself. “In two years all I get is more eyebags for studying. Keith goes away for two years and he comes back hot ay eff. ”
The universe just loved to screw with Lance McClain it seemed.
It was the only explanation for his childhood friend slash long time crush coming home from being abroad with his mother for two years, taller and buffer, and every bit more the dream Lance thought he was. If Lance had thought Keith attractive before, with only an inch of height difference between them in Lance’s favor, then Keith was deadly to his health now. Taller by a good three inches, biceps like wow, with wider shoulders, and a firm chest capable of cradling Lance’s head just right; with the perfect amount of distance for Lance’s lips to touch the tantalizing skin of his collarbones peeking through the shirt.
Lance’s longtime fantasies had always been the thought of holding hands and Keith kissing his knuckles, whispering “As you wish” as the sun set on the beach. Now, Lance dreamt about Keith’s hands. His roughened hands, made hard under the toils of labor, creeping up the back of his shirt. The gleam of Keith’s crooked incisors.
Lance shook his head. He couldn’t let that train of thought keep derailing.
Fantasies aside, Lance was glad to see Keith. He’d known how much leaving had agonized his friend. After eighteen years, his mother had finally come back into his life, had wanted to have him spend the summer with her to reconnect in the Caribbean. He remembered looking at Krolia Kogane, the dark brown of her skin under a mop of dark hair, a pretty face like Keith’s, eyes like Keith’s, and a heart bared to her son for a simple chance.
Lance remembered how withdrawn Keith had been leading up to graduation. The way his quiet nature had taken on a dangerous and discomforting edge. His mother’s presence had left him conflicted and angry and wanting; caught between wishing to freeze her out and reconcile all at once.
Lance remembered the way he’d been curled up with his friend, back to back in Lance’s bed, hearing the agony of decision rocking Keith.
In the end, between Shiro and Keith’s dad, Keith had accepted. He’d gone back to Krolia’s home country with all but a knapsack, a typical Keith move, and had probably taken Lance’s heart with him. At some point, Keith had video called all of them and said - he’d be staying longer than a summer.
Then two years had passed.
Time had done nothing to quell Lance’s feelings or his attraction. So here he was, pretending like he wasn’t hiding in the Kogane’s bathroom, a place he’d been in tons of times when he and Hunk slept over at Keith’s place. He looked at himself in the mirror, cursed the faint scar his zit had left behind, and inhaled deeply.
“Just because Keith is back, and he’s grizzled and - and buff, and really, really, super hot,” Lance swallowed. “Does not mean that you cannot handle this, Lance McClain!”
Making a slight distressed noise, Lance steeled himself and hurried out of the bathroom. Behind Keith’s bedroom door, Lance could hear the tell tale signs of the video game Lance had left Keith playing. Lance laid his forehead against the wood of the door. His heart was beating loud enough that he was sure Keith might think he was knocking. Three days back and Keith had been the one to text Lance to sleep over. He’d promised him videogames and pizza, just like they used to do, with the edge of something unspoken in between the lines. Lance feared he was letting his fantasies get the better of him. Regardless, he’d agreed, and now he was just standing outside his crush’s door trying not to melt. Lance shouldered his way in.
“Took you long enough,” Keith teased. He was flopped back on a mountain of pillows on the floor, a greasy paper towel on his honest-to-god abs where his shirt had ridden up, and he was too busy killing Blighters with Jacob’s brass knuckles to care.
Lance tsked. “You know perfection like this takes time , Keith. I had to be thorough.”
“You look perfectly fine to me. Always have.” Lance could only hope Keith didn’t see the way his face bloomed red. He settled back next to Keith, one leg flung over his knee. “Hey, you want to do the next mission?”
“Hell yeah,” Lance said, switching to Evie.
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Lance hadn’t even known when he’d fallen asleep. One moment he and Evie were ziplining across rooftops, and the next his cheek was cushioned against Keith’s shoulder. It wasn’t a new thing, leaning into Keith’s space like that. He’d done it enough times when they were growing up that it felt natural. When exhaustion had started to set in, Lance had curled himself against his friend, tucked the heels of his feet into Keith’s thighs where he’d thrown them over his lap. Keith, as usual, had barely even batted an eye, only stolen the controller when he’d deemed Lance too lazy.
Lance woke slowly, groaning as he struggled to open his eyes. He raised his head up, catching the underside of Keith’s jaw in his line of vision. The shadow of coarse hair there made Lance pause. From it, a faint scar hugged Keith’s cheek. He wanted to run his fingers along the curve of Keith’s jaw, trail along the scar. He became aware of where his hand was cradled. Right against that firm chest he’d been fantasizing about lately. A hand smoothed the hair at the back of his head.
“Finally up, huh? Guess I can finally change my shirt,” Keith teased, a cheeky grin on his face.
It made all types of heat flood Lance’s body like molten lava. Just when he thought the cool of the ocean had quelled the fire, there Keith was, grinning his lopsided little grin, still the same, and yet so different, and igniting Lance into ash with the barest of lilts. Unfair.
“Whuh?” Lance muttered, looking back down. Yup, a drool spot. “Oh my gawwd, why didn’t you wake me up? Dude!”
Keith snorted. “It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve done it.” Tenderly, almost like a secret to himself, Keith said, “Won’t be the last time, either.”
Lance flushed, resisting the urge to tuck his face into the curve of Keith’s neck, fingers playing with the fabric of Keith’s tight ass shirt. Had he not gone shopping for new clothes or something? Or was he determined to drive Lance wild? No way he was asking.
When Lance didn’t say anything more, Keith moved his shoulder under his hands, and then motioned his chin towards the bunk beds. “You wanna turn in then? We made pretty good progress on this game.”
“Yeah, why not. We can get more done tomorrow after breakfast if you want,” Lance agreed.
Groaning, he rose to his feet and stretched. Keith crossed in front of him, peeling his shirt off his body and making his way to the dresser in the corner. Lance nearly swallowed his tongue. His eyes followed the lean muscles of his back, the peek of his v when Keith turned, disappearing under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His shoulder were even wider than his t-shirt seemed to imply, molded to his skin as it may be. A faded scar cut across his shoulder. Without thinking, Lance reached out to touch it. Keith turned to him.
He rested his hand over where Lance’s fingers traced the raised skin. “It’s an old thing. I got it fighting my uncles. They don’t pull any punches, but - they taught me a lot I’m grateful for.”
“Like getting your ass handed to you?” Lance asked, cocking a brow.
Keith laughed. “Well, yeah. Uncle Antok used to grab me by the back of my shirt and just - throw me. I did a lot over there, worked on Uncle Regris’ farm, helped Uncle Kolivan in town. They kept me busy, but they also welcomed me in. Scars mean little in the long run.”
“You really changed, huh,” Lance murmured. “I’m glad you got to go. You look - happier. I’m proud of you.”
Keith squeezed his hand, grinning faintly, shyly. Lance bit his lip. Keith took Lance’s hand in his, eyes lingering on his knuckles as his lips parted. He pulled away to tug his shirt on haphazardly, leaving a bit of skin just below his navel.
“So, top or bottom?” Keith asked.
Lance choked, feeling his palms drench. “Uhm, what?”
Keith tilted his chin at the bunk beds, eyes dark under his lashes. Dangerous. Lance looked away, stuttering around his next words.
“Uh, b-bottom. Good ole bottom bunk. Yep.” Lance gave an awkward laugh.
“Yeah, that sounds right,” Keith said, making his way to the bed. Their hands brushed as Keith passed, igniting Lance like a match. Keith put his foot on the first rung of the ladder. Something like a smirk crept across his face. “Kinda happy to know you’ll be under me.”
He wants to destroy me , Lance helplessly thought.
Then, Keith ascended to the top bunk. “Cuz, the only roommate I had was Uncle Antok and he was the worst. At least I know you don’t snore.”
Lance only just barely contained his internal screaming before he was diving into the bottom bunk. He twisted himself up into the fabric of his sheets, cursing the existence of mullet-haired boys and the way they made him damn near stupid. The Keith from two years ago was an awkward, angry thing, who sometimes had trouble just ordering a drink at a coffee shop. The Keith of now was calm where his other self was not, confident, and dare he say it, charming.
Keith’s knuckles rapped on the metal barrier of the top bunk. “G’night, Lance,” Keith softly said.
Burying himself further against his pillow, Lance gently replied, “Night Keith.”
Sleep wasn’t as easy after that. Not like it had been cradled up against Keith.
-
Lance rolled over. He stared into the darkness of Keith’s room, tracing the familiar outlines of the posters on the wall, and the old glow stars still stuck there. He ran his fingers over the indent he knew was there, the K + L that Keith had etched into the wall when they were eight, and Keith had declared them best friends. Attached not too far from it to the wall was a walkie talkie.
Countless hours over the years spent using them in the still of the night. Telling stories and secrets, and one almost confession the day before Keith was due to leave. Lance took it in his hands. He flipped it on. A hum of static sounded. Lance pressed the button down, gathering his courage.
“Hey, Keith, you awake? Over,” Lance whispered.
Above him, he could hear the other walkie talkie gargle his question. He felt the bed shift, Keith rolling over towards his own. Lance squinted, laughing quietly to himself at the way Keith’s feet apparently hung over the edge of his bunk. Oh boy.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Keith replied. “Uh, Over.”
“You nerd. No I just. I just wanted to tell you, I’m happy you’re back.”
"I’m happy to be back.” Keith’s voice was a gentle thing, warm in Lance’s ear. Chased the silent little fears he didn’t realize he’d had away in an instant. It made him think back to all those nights before, falling asleep together on the phone. (This time without Antok’s snoring as background music). Lance breathed out, pressed his hand over his heart and willed it firm as he let his thoughts tumble free.
“I really missed you, Samurai. You were only supposed to be gone for like two months and here it is two years.” Lance chuckled, a genuine affection in the tone. “Leave it to you to pull such a Keith .”
“You can’t be the only dramatic one in this family,” Keith joked. An edge tinged his voice, one Lance knew well. “Sorry if I made you worry or anything.”
Lance chewed in his lip. He was never mad at Keith, never upset. He needed his friend to know that, understand that. All this time, he only wanted what was best for him.
“Don’t be. I mean, yeah, I worried. I know how much it was - was bothering you before you left. I worried that you were unhappy. But I’m glad I was wrong. I’m glad you’re okay. Better than okay.”
“Me, too. I was...prepared to hate it, to be honest. I was always looking for some reason to just hate everything. Mom and I grew closer, we came to understand things more. She’s even moving back.” Lance could hear the joy in Keith’s voice as he continued. They don’t think I know, but Dad’s going to propose to her all over again. Can you believe it?”
“Who knew Kogane men were so romantic? Maybe it skipped you,” Lance teased.
“Why don’t you come up here and find out?” Keith shot back.
Lance’s heart leapt into his ears. Loud thumps rocking against the inside of his head, Keith’s words a hammer against them. He couldn’t have heard right. A silence fell over them, with just Lance’s aching chest screaming at him and his fingers yearning to hold Keith’s hands in his. He heard Keith shift.
“Lance?”
“Th - There’s no way we’re both fitting up there, you egg.” Good job, Lance. Fake it till you make it. “So, come down here and - ”
Lance jolted at the speed of Keith’s feet hitting the metal ladder, whipping around to watch his friend swing onto the bottom bunk. He tackled him against the mattress, sending them into a painful heap of limbs. Lance pulled at Keith, forcing him to lie side by side with him, his eyes bright
“I love you,” Keith blurted, still the awkward kid Lance could remember. Lance couldn’t help his smile. “I’ve been in love with you and being away only made it worse. If you’ll even just give me one chance, I’ll never let you regret it.”
“I never regret anything with you,” Lance admitted.
Keith gathered Lance’s hands in his, locked eyes with him as he brought his knuckles up for a kiss. The moment his lips touched the skin of his knuckle, brushed the backs of his hands, Lance couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him.
“Keith, I’ve loved you since we were twelve .” Lance reluctantly took his hands from Keith’s grip, weaseled them around Keith’s neck, and flung a leg over his hip. “Why are you always so late to the party?”
“Better late than never,” Keith muttered petulantly around a lopsided grin. He darted his eyes to Lance’s lips, deliberate in his motions. Lance nipped his finger when he tapped at the plump of his lower lip.
“Gonna kiss me, Chief?”
Cupping Lance’s jaw in his hands, the rough pads of his fingers gentle against the skin of his cheek, Keith drew Lance in. He looked at him from under the cover of his lashes, dark and inviting, committing the high flush of Lance’s cheeks, and the faint freckles hiding at the corners of his eyes to memory. Keith smiled and said, “As you wish.”
No kiss could ever compare, Lance though, melting under Keith’s fire, and pulling him in again and again, until they seemed to collapse and become one. Two stars chasing each other on an endless orbit. Lance pulled away to catch his breath before letting Keith pull him under, breathless and wanting, and greedily rewarded.
-
“Hey be real with me. Were you actually asking about bunk beds earlier?”
“No. I really just wanted to mess with you. I already knew you were a bottom.”
Any attempts at overpowering Keith only ended with Lance pinned. The weight of Keith’s hands on his wrists, the ghost of his teeth nipping at Lance’s lower lip, was more than enough for Lance to melt, and surrender. Raking his fingers through Keith’s hair, Lance parted his lips and accepted defeat.
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AN: my best bud is feeling not the best. so I hope this is okaaay.I also wanna say I've been Buff Keith since s1 and I am in Heaven. I also stan Lance and the Others calling Keith "Chief" :D.
Nothing about this fic is meant to be taken seriously, it just for fun. I was headcanoning to myself and then with Jas about some silly banter concerning KL and bunkbeds and jokingly how Keith gets Lance to admit he's a bottom lmao. Then this idea popped up in my head. Also, I'm really obsessed with AC Syndicate and I'm late to the party by some years but whatever. So that's why Keith is playing Syndicate. Walkie talkie idea for this goes to Jas.
It was either going to be a modern au or a canon divergence where the castleship (SPOILER) hadn't been blown up /yet/ and Lance got to be tortured by Keith's buff existence a little more. Lance totally gets wrecked at a later point.
as said before this is for my friendo, who is not feeling so great. I hope this can take your mind off things for a little while, love.
no beta and first draft is last draft, so i apologize for mistakes. I HC Human Krolia as being caribbean/west indian. bc why the hell not
Headcanons on angry sex with both Balan and Lance?
Balan really doesn’t have sex when he’s angry, as he much prefers to lock himself away during any episodes.
When you tell him that seeing him angry makes you hot, he honestly forgets why he was even angry in the first place, too flabbergasted by what you just told him.
He is more than happy to roleplay being angry with you during sex, but he is insistant on being calm and happy when you do have intercourse.
Lance is kind of the same way, but is definitely more prone to having jealous sex over angry sex.
He has better sway over his negative emotions, however, and if you are sure that you want him to have angry sex with you and have a safe word in play, he will definitely play it up.
He takes you fast and hard, and no amount of begging will make him slow down (barring the safe word).
He always takes care of you afterwards, no matter how angry he may be at the time, because in the end you are his light in life.
N S F W ask for the headcanon game. B, K, S, and T.
Balan
Body part: He actually likes his hands, especially what they can do to you. They are his keys to opening your deepest desires, almost everything he does to you involves his hands in some manner anyway, what isn’t there to like? His favorite body part of yours is undeniably your mouth. He has a bit of an oral fixation, and enjoys it when you suck or lick his fingers and things like that. He thinks you look adorable when you use your mouth on him.
Kink: BIG on praise, he eats that up like no one’s business. He is also into bondage, loving the trust that is shared between the two of you.
Stamina: He has a LOT of stamina, most likely from all the exercise he gets when performing. He tries not to run you into the ground too much, but sometimes he just can’t help himself.
Toy: He owns a lot of toys, much to his embarrassment and excitement. He will not hesitate to “show off his collection”, so to speak. He’ll be sure to put on quite the show for you. Also, he wouldn’t mind sharing...
Lance
Body part: He used to hate his fangs, but after meeting you, he has seen the light. He loves how he can make you scream his name by gently sinking those things into your neck… It turns him on quite a bit. His favorite body part of yours? It’s your chest. He loves how he can tell when he’s doing a good job, how your heartbeat speeds up for him and him alone. Not to mention, he enjoys burying his face into its softness.
Kink: He enjoys things like temperature play, that tiny snap of pain being really exciting to him. Biting is another thing he really enjoys, especially the prospect of leaving marks.
Stamina: He has a lot of stamina, but because he is so touch starved, he gets overstimulated quite easily, so in the end it balances out.
Toy: He didn’t own any until you convinced him to try it. Now it’s one of his favorite things, and he’s slowly building his naughty collection. He also likes it when you use toys as well.
Aftercare: He is the BEST at aftercare. He treats you like absolute royalty, doing anything you would like for him to do. More than anything, he just wants to make sure that you are well taken care of. He will even run a bath for you, and bathe you! You might have to remind him to take care of himself as well!
Intimacy: He is an incredibly romantic person by nature, so it translates to the bed no problem. He always focuses on your wants and needs, making sure that you have the best time imaginable. Balan does enjoy making a show of how much he loves you, and how grateful he is that you would trust him with such vulnerability.
Quickie: Balan enjoys the more slow, loving sex, but he isn’t above doing a quickie just to get rid of some excess energy. He does tend to get excited quite easily, so it’s not too uncommon for you to tease him and rile him up, just so he’ll take you then and there.
Volume: He can keep it down pretty well, but if there’s no one else around? His natural moans are akin to that of a pornstar. What can he say, he really does enjoy putting on shows, even in the bedroom. There are moans, gasps, and whining that can guarantee to turn anyone on just from the sounds, and he loves every second of it.
Lance
Aftercare: He isn’t all that great at mushy-feelsy stuff, but he does his best for you. He’ll wipe you off, tend to any injuries, and give you small reassuring kisses. He mostly relies on you to tell him what you need. Anything you need, he’ll do for you.
Intimacy: He is surprisingly very sweet in the moment. As much as he plays up the role of being rough and tough, he’s got a soft spot for you. He’ll treat you like a precious pet, with plenty of punishment and rewards in store for you if you’re good for him. Also, he won’t hesitate to stop if either of you feel uncomfortable or painful.
Quickie: This is one of his personal favorite things, just quick, to-the-point sex. Of course he loves to caress you and take his time with you, but for just a straight rush of joy? A quick session could never hurt in that regard, right?
Volume: His moans are more like hisses and growls, and they tend to be a bit more on the quiet side. If he is submissive, however, they tend to be whimpers of pleasure. He also tends to get louder in that situation. So really, his volume depends.
What kind of things would Balan or Lance say to you in the bedroom? How would they approach talking dirty to their so?
Balan
He isn’t one for cursing, so his dirty talk is more like a narration of what he’s gonna do to you, how good you’re being for him, and how naughty you’ve been.
“I saw you squeezing your thighs together when I spoke to you. Just my voice makes you weak, huh? You like it when I whisper about what a naughty little thing you’ve been…”
Lance
Lance mostly just moans into your ears and lets out an occasional curse. Basically anything that comes to his mind will be spoken, no matter how dirty. He often flusters himself with some of the things he says.
“Oh… You like that, huh? Me pounding into you… My cum covering you in pearls. Listen to those whimpers. You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”
