Voltron Legendary Defender - Shining Like the Stars [39] [Shklance]

Title: shining like the stars [39]
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance, Team Voltron
Rating: M
Length: 1988
Summary: Allura stood at the command console on the bridge, her arms folded and a frown on her face. Outside the forward viewscreen, still far enough out that the entire planet could be seen at once was the gas giant of Eaphus. It was a maelstrom of slowly changing oranges and golds. Allura wasn't looking out the forward viewscreen, however, instead down at the holographic display that hovered above the command console.



 

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"So we're not wearing our paladin armor to the surface?" Lance was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the long couch in the common room. Hunk was seated across from him, frowning at the cards in his hand, which flickered a little.

"Nope." Keith dropped onto the couch behind Lance, and crossed his legs, narrowly missing thwacking Lance in the side of the head. Lance ignored this and folded his cards down so that Keith couldn't see them over his shoulder. "Allura said we're going to wear 'native garb'."

"That should be interesting." Lance rocked forward, staring at Hunk. "Are you going to fold?" he asked, as Hunk scrutinized his hand.

"I don't even know what these suits are," he said finally. "I can't remember, is the blue one supposed to be spades or clubs?" He tapped the top of his cards with one hand. "This one keeps flickering, I think it's changed denominations twice."

"That's what makes it risky!" Lance said, and Keith rolled his eyes.

Hunk let out a long sigh and threw his cards down. "Maybe we should just ask Coran to teach us the game that these cards are meant to be played with," he said. "Because poker is not working out."

"I wanted to play ratscrew," Lance said, and then yelped when Keith kicked him between the shoulder blades. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Nothing," Keith said dryly. "It was an accident."

"My ass it was an accident."

"Hey!" Shiro said, coming through the door. "We're going to be landing soon, why is no one getting ready?"

Lance leaned back on his hand and turned his head to look at Shiro as he spoke. "I think it's kinda stupid that we're not wearing our paladin arm...." The way that he trailed off made Keith look at him funny, then glance back to the door as well.

Shiro was wearing a thin, gauzy fabric of dark gray that was pinned on both sides at the shoulder and belted at the waist. It fell to just above his knee, and was hemmed in a black triangle pattern. Shiro was actually turning faintly pink at the attention.

"What are you wearing?" Lance gasped.

"Wow, Shiro," Hunk said. "Looking good!"

"That's the native garb?" Keith said.

"Wait, do we all have to wear that?" Lance jabbed his finger at Shiro. "I mean, I can pull it off but I don't know about Keith OW-"

Somehow Keith's hand made contact with the back of Lance's head without him tearing his gaze from Shiro. "Yes," Shiro coughed into his hand and found his normal voice again. "Everyone has to wear native garb. There should be something in the wardrobes in your rooms. Nothing that identifies us as Voltron paladins can be brought with us; there's a large enough bounty on our heads as it is."

Lance stood up quickly, cards dropped on the floor in the pile. "I'm going to change," he said, and hurried quickly out of the room. Hunk gathered up the cards and shuffled them back together, conspicuously slow. He put them away, and gave Keith and Shiro one last look, then shuffled out the door, heading for his own quarters.

Shiro looked after him. "Do I look that ridiculous?" he asked Keith, who still had not moved from his seat.

"No," Keith said. "You look that hot. I'm willing to bet that Lance ran off so he could jerk it at least once before getting dressed, because parading around in skimpy clothes like that his boner would be one hundred percent obvious."

Shiro turned an even darker shade of pink. "I notice that you're not running off after him to do the same."

Keith shrugged a little and finally blushed himself. "I could," he said, and shifted his position so he wasn't twisted as uncomfortably. "Or I could jerk it here where I can look at you the entire time."

"Keith," Shiro said, and walked to where the back of the couch met the upper level of the room. "You're not serious."

He shifted again, so that he was kneeling on the couch, and put his elbows on the floor and his chin in his hand, looking up at Shiro. Keith licked his lips slowly and let his eyes travel up and down Shiro. "The sandals really tie the whole thing together," he said idly palming himself through his pants. "You look like a gladiator."

Shiro's eyes glittered oddly for a moment, and Keith shot up onto his knees as he realized what he said. "Shit, Shiro, that's not at all what I meant-"

"I know," he said, and crouched in front of Keith. Keith bit his lip as Shiro reached out and gently touched Keith's face with his right hand. For a moment, all was silent as they looked at each other.

The door behind Shiro slid open and Shiro almost fell over backwards, the way he was balanced. "Hey, guys!" Pidge said, flouncing through the door in a long, layered tunic of a similar material to Shiro's chiton. "Look at-" she stopped dead in her tracks as Shiro shot upright. "Okay," Pidge said. "Can we not do the sex thing in the common areas? Some of us have to live here too, you know."

"We weren't having sex!" Keith squeaked, beet red.

"There was at least eye-fucking going on," she said, and pointed at Keith. "I am underage, and being exposed to all sorts of degenerative filth around here."

Shiro looked abashed. "Our apologies, Pidge-"

"Don't apologize to her," Keith said. "She was running the black market on girly mags in the garrison, even I'd heard about 'Gunderson's Goodies' before I got kicked out."

Pidge shrugged. "Had to make my money somewhere to pay for the modifications to my equipment." She hiked her thumb over her shoulder at the door. "Allura's almost ready. Keith, you gonna join us or just grit your teeth in frustration?"

Keith sighed heavily and stood up on the couch, then stepped up to the upper level of the room. "Hopefully he's done by now," he said and only hesitated a moment when Shiro caught his eye. They shared a small smile and Pidge groaned again.

"Eye-fucking," she emphasized.

"For someone who's underage you say 'fuck' a lot," Keith muttered as he walked out the door. Pidge shrugged and followed, leaving Shiro alone in the common room.

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"You aren't seriously wearing your gloves with that," Lance said, appalled. Keith hadn't taken them off, and was in the process of lacing up one of those really complex sandals that he had appreciated on Shiro's well-formed calves but were apparently a nightmare to put on himself.

"I am, and you can fuck right off," Keith said.

"You're a fashion disaster," Lance moaned. "How can you be so hot and be so clueless?"

Keith turned pink at that but resolved not to look up, finishing lacing his sandal and picking up his sheathed knife. "Wish I could say the same for you, but you're just clueless," he said, and tried to figure out a good place to tuck his weapon. His tunic was cream with a red belt and red accents along the hem, and unlike Shiro's actually featured sleeves.

"Oh, you wound me." Lance clutched at his chest dramatically. His pale blue chiton was worn only fastened at his left shoulder, and was cut especially short. Keith did not stare at his legs. "You're wound me more if I didn't know how sexy I was in this." He struck a pose and now Keith was actually ignoring him.

There was a knock at the door, and Lance struck another pose, with his ass out. "It's open," he called in a falsetto voice, and Keith rolled his eyes and groaned.

Hunk stood there, wearing a similar tunic to Keith's. He took in Lance's ass-out pose, then looked at Keith. "We're waiting on you two," he said to Keith.

"Aw, Hunk, my man. You're not going to compliment my ass?"

"No," Hunk said. "I've seen way too much of it recently." He inclined his head toward the hall. "Can we get going? The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can put on real clothes again."

"For real," Keith said, and walked to the door.

"These are real clothes," Lance muttered, and followed sullenly.