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scriveynerTitle: shining like the stars [1]
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Lance/Keith
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2340
Summary:
Keith stood under the hot spray of the shower head, his eyes closed as he focused inward, trying desperately to regain some sense of composure. He wasn’t quite certain what was wrong with him today; he was the one moving out of sync in their training exercises, he’d run himself into an invisible maze-wall so hard he was dizzy for a quarter hour after it, and he swore he could still feel the static jolt under his skin. When Shiro had touched his shoulder, eyes concerned, his touch was like a fresh electric current and Keith had yanked himself away.
He realized how quickly he was breathing and turned around under the shower head, trying to get his heart rate under control. He’d turned the water on full blast, hot enough to scald but now he was beginning to feel like that was a bad idea, like the blood in his veins was just as hot as the water and if he let it keep going he would burn up, combust right here and now.
The showers were small, and gave the illusion of privacy when the dividers only came up to chest height. Keith gripped the top of the divider to maintain his balance, he felt like a fever had come up on him out of nowhere and it hurt, it throbbed in his temples and in his chest and lower, too. He should turn off the hot water spray but he was too dizzy to move again, and all his thoughts ran back to earlier, and Shiro’s hand on his shoulder, and how comforting that was….
“Keith…? You okay, buddy?”
It took a monumental amount of effort to lift his head, to look to the corridor that ran between the two rows of stalls. Lance was standing there in a ridiculous, fuzzy blue bath robe with a towel and carrying his shampoo. He was staring at Keith, unabashedly, eyebrows high in his hairline. He would usually turn red by now, or look away, because Keith’s naked and that’s awkward, but he’s clearly concerned and that only makes Keith feel worse. If Lance is concerned about him….
“I’m fine,” Keith croaked, because he wants Lance to go away, he doesn’t want to be seen like this. But then his legs give out and he slides down the divider to sit on the tile floor, the water sluicing down his body and he groans at the weakness in his own limbs, the water too hot, his skin even hotter. He presses his face against the divider, relishes in its cooler temperature and he lifted his head just a bit when he realized the water was shut off and Lance was standing in the stall with him, still wearing his robe but now more than a little bit wet.
“Do you want me to get Shiro?” Lance asked, water dripping from his soaked robe, and Keith caught the hem of it, felt the water run down his hand. Yes, getting Shiro would be nice … he wanted to see Shiro, although he wasn’t quite sure why, and he also didn’t want Shiro to see him like this. Lance put his hand on Keith’s shoulder and said, “holy shit, you’re burning up.”
‘I’m fine’ wasn’t even remotely accurate, but Keith said it anyway. Or, at least, he tried to.
Lance was crouched now, staring at him wide-eyed. “Are you in heat?”
Keith scoffed. “Betas don’t go into heat,” he said, and then felt his face flush even redder at admitting his status. He turned his face away and closed his eyes. “I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” he croaked, even if he didn’t feel fine.
Lance bit his bottom lip. “It’s your first heat,” he said, suddenly understanding, and equally surprised. “You hadn’t presented yet?”
“Why are you an expert on heats, anyway,” Keith pushed at Lance weakly. “You don’t smell like an alpha to me.” He didn’t. He did smell, in a way that Keith hadn’t noticed before, but… god, this was weird.
And he realized, with a hard beat of his heart, that he was in heat, and the reason he still felt so wet despite the spray being turned off was because he was leaking. Keith let out a low, aggravated noise, but it slid off into one higher and needier. He was really too separated from the moment to be ashamed, but he was certain his brain would remind him in vivid detail, later.
Lance let out a noise almost equally frustrated. “You’ll feel better if you take care of it,” he said. “It won’t be over right away, but that’ll help.”
“What do you know-” Keith said through gritted teeth.
“I’m an omega, too,” Lance said, turning red. “I’ve been through this, it’s rough but you’ll make it through-”
“Oh god,” Keith said. He didn’t want to be hearing this. He didn’t want to be living through this, he was confident he was a beta, that didn’t carry the same prestige as an alpha but it wasn’t an omega. “I’m not…” he trailed off, because he knew, he knew, and he hated that he knew it but Lance was telling the truth and he was an omega. “Dammit,” he hissed, and slapped the wet tile with his hand, weakly.
Lance’s hand was still on his shoulder, comforting, soft … but not the same. Keith hung his head forward, hair soaked, dripping warm water down his fevered skin, as he tried desperately to bring his breathing under control. Why did it have to be Lance, here, now? He didn’t want anyone to see him like this…
“Do you want me to get get Shiro?” Lance asked again, not having moved. Keith’s muscles seized up at the thought of Shiro there, his arm on Keith’s, his arm over Keith’s shoulders, and if he wasn’t already flushed red from the heat he would have gone dizzy with the blood rushing to his face. He stared at the tile, breathing hard. “Shiro is an alpha,” Lance was saying, certain with the knowledge and Keith’s head jerked up, he stared at Lance. “That can… make things easier.” Lance was as red as Keith felt, but he wasn’t looking away.
“Shiro’s…” How had he not known this? He knew so much, but they’d never talked about – he always just figured, Shiro hadn’t presented, he was a beta too; but it would explain so much, alphas were natural leaders, after all…. Keith wrenched himself out from under Lance’s hand, breath burning in his lungs, shaking. If Lance was an omega too, had he…? No, he would have known, Lance was the opposite of subtle, something would have slipped out by now. “Have you… have you-?”
“What? No! I’m on suppressants,” Lance said. “I don’t have a lot left, I wasn’t exactly planning to be away for this long, but I can give you some, you’re just not supposed to use them on your first heat.” He was watching Keith critically, and Keith let his head loll against the divider. He felt sick, panicked, everything hurt and he didn’t know what to do. Lance sat back on the wet tile in front of him, and stared at him critically. Keith closed his eyes.
He could feel the hesitation in the air. When he opened his eyes Lance wasn’t looking at him, looking behind him at the shower wall, arms folded and face flushed. “It makes things better if you deal with it,” Lance said, and moved a little, like he was going to get up. “I’ll stand guard in the changing room if you want, I wouldn’t want Pidge walking in on this…”
For all the way his limbs currently felt like lead weights, his hand moved quickly, catching Lance’s robe. The movement surprised even him, as his emotions had gone sideways on him. “I don’t want to be alone,” Keith said, heart pounding quickly, everything too muddled except for that single point of clarity. He’d been alone too much. “Please…”
“Are you – are you kidding,” Lance said, too quickly. “I’m not going to, this is something that….” He took a great gulping breath, staring at Keith, his breathing coming too fast now too. Keith stared right back, hazy, hard, hurting – and Lance looked away sharply. “You’re going to owe me,” he muttered, addressing the tile. “Big time. Bigger than big time.”
“Lance,” Keith said, eyes closed. “Shut up.”
He shifted then, slid his shoulders against the divider, felt the give of the cool material as he moved. Lance’s attention had turned back to him, but he was very pointedly Not Looking At Lance, because while he’d agreed to stay that didn’t mean that Keith had to maintain eye contact. He was ridiculously hard now, and when he moved he could feel how sticky he was, he was leaking and it was uncomfortable, he’d never experienced anything like that before; the thought that this had happened to Lance, and Lance was still here and completely insufferable kept him going.
When he touched himself, he was so sensitive he actually gasped and jerked his hand away, panting. Lance was still determinedly looking at the wall, but his eyes darted to Keith and back again, repeatedly. After he gently stroked himself a few times Lance let out a low noise of frustration. “You can’t just do the front,” he said, and Keith looked at him, startled. “You’ll get off quicker if you do the back, too…”
Keith said, a little dumbly, “what…?” and Lance groaned again and moved, pushing Keith’s shoulder.
“You have to,” he said, the words falling out of his mouth as Keith found himself pushed over, on his knees, one palm against the tile, brow furrowed in dazed confusion. “Don’t you know anything, did you even go to the sex ed classes-” and Keith wasn’t listening anymore because Lance’s hands were on his ass now, spreading him apart and Keith let out a low, choked noise of shock as he felt fingers rub through the slick dripping from him.
Then they were inside, two of them, and it hurt only it didn’t and now Keith was making an embarrassing mewling noise, his forehead pressed to his hand on the slick tile floor.
He felt Lance freeze, felt the realization dawn that he now had his fingers inside Keith, and whatever he was saying trailed off as Lance said, uncertainly, “…um.”
He couldn’t quite find it in himself to care that Lance was now freaking out, because the pressure of something inside him had woken something. Keith’s hips jerked, his hands curled underneath his head as he groaned and came without a finger touching his cock, sticky white fluid sliding off the wet tile. Keith panted hoarsely, trembling, but he didn’t feel relief, he didn’t feel like the edge had come off, not like when he jerked off in the showers sometimes; if anything the blood felt hotter in his veins as he felt Lance move his fingers a little.
“Uh,” Lance said and there was a weird quality to his voice now. “Usually, you finger yourself, but-” He was moving his fingers, slow at first and the fluid was slicking down Keith’s thighs.
“I don’t feel better,” Keith said hoarsely, eyes closed as he felt every minute movement of Lance’s fingers inside him. “Lance, I don’t-”
“I know,” Lance said. “That was just the first one, we gotta wear you out for it to go down long enough to get you to your bunk.”
“Oh god,” Keith moaned, as he felt Lance shift behind him, still with his fingers inside. He jerked his entire body forward and almost hit his head against the wall when Lance’s other hand stroked down his engorged flesh.
“C'mon,” Lance said, and if Keith hadn’t been too far gone on this point he would have heard the smirk in Lance’s voice. “You gotta tell me when you come, I’m keeping track.”
“F-fuck off,” Keith managed as his hips jerked back involuntarily, orgasming again that quickly. “Oh, god….”
“Two,” Lance said, voice smug, and outside of a hazy blur of impressions, that was the last thing that Keith remembered.
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Lance/Keith
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2340
Summary:
Keith stood under the hot spray of the shower head, his eyes closed as he focused inward, trying desperately to regain some sense of composure. He wasn’t quite certain what was wrong with him today; he was the one moving out of sync in their training exercises, he’d run himself into an invisible maze-wall so hard he was dizzy for a quarter hour after it, and he swore he could still feel the static jolt under his skin. When Shiro had touched his shoulder, eyes concerned, his touch was like a fresh electric current and Keith had yanked himself away.
He realized how quickly he was breathing and turned around under the shower head, trying to get his heart rate under control. He’d turned the water on full blast, hot enough to scald but now he was beginning to feel like that was a bad idea, like the blood in his veins was just as hot as the water and if he let it keep going he would burn up, combust right here and now.
The showers were small, and gave the illusion of privacy when the dividers only came up to chest height. Keith gripped the top of the divider to maintain his balance, he felt like a fever had come up on him out of nowhere and it hurt, it throbbed in his temples and in his chest and lower, too. He should turn off the hot water spray but he was too dizzy to move again, and all his thoughts ran back to earlier, and Shiro’s hand on his shoulder, and how comforting that was….
“Keith…? You okay, buddy?”
It took a monumental amount of effort to lift his head, to look to the corridor that ran between the two rows of stalls. Lance was standing there in a ridiculous, fuzzy blue bath robe with a towel and carrying his shampoo. He was staring at Keith, unabashedly, eyebrows high in his hairline. He would usually turn red by now, or look away, because Keith’s naked and that’s awkward, but he’s clearly concerned and that only makes Keith feel worse. If Lance is concerned about him….
“I’m fine,” Keith croaked, because he wants Lance to go away, he doesn’t want to be seen like this. But then his legs give out and he slides down the divider to sit on the tile floor, the water sluicing down his body and he groans at the weakness in his own limbs, the water too hot, his skin even hotter. He presses his face against the divider, relishes in its cooler temperature and he lifted his head just a bit when he realized the water was shut off and Lance was standing in the stall with him, still wearing his robe but now more than a little bit wet.
“Do you want me to get Shiro?” Lance asked, water dripping from his soaked robe, and Keith caught the hem of it, felt the water run down his hand. Yes, getting Shiro would be nice … he wanted to see Shiro, although he wasn’t quite sure why, and he also didn’t want Shiro to see him like this. Lance put his hand on Keith’s shoulder and said, “holy shit, you’re burning up.”
‘I’m fine’ wasn’t even remotely accurate, but Keith said it anyway. Or, at least, he tried to.
Lance was crouched now, staring at him wide-eyed. “Are you in heat?”
Keith scoffed. “Betas don’t go into heat,” he said, and then felt his face flush even redder at admitting his status. He turned his face away and closed his eyes. “I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” he croaked, even if he didn’t feel fine.
Lance bit his bottom lip. “It’s your first heat,” he said, suddenly understanding, and equally surprised. “You hadn’t presented yet?”
“Why are you an expert on heats, anyway,” Keith pushed at Lance weakly. “You don’t smell like an alpha to me.” He didn’t. He did smell, in a way that Keith hadn’t noticed before, but… god, this was weird.
And he realized, with a hard beat of his heart, that he was in heat, and the reason he still felt so wet despite the spray being turned off was because he was leaking. Keith let out a low, aggravated noise, but it slid off into one higher and needier. He was really too separated from the moment to be ashamed, but he was certain his brain would remind him in vivid detail, later.
Lance let out a noise almost equally frustrated. “You’ll feel better if you take care of it,” he said. “It won’t be over right away, but that’ll help.”
“What do you know-” Keith said through gritted teeth.
“I’m an omega, too,” Lance said, turning red. “I’ve been through this, it’s rough but you’ll make it through-”
“Oh god,” Keith said. He didn’t want to be hearing this. He didn’t want to be living through this, he was confident he was a beta, that didn’t carry the same prestige as an alpha but it wasn’t an omega. “I’m not…” he trailed off, because he knew, he knew, and he hated that he knew it but Lance was telling the truth and he was an omega. “Dammit,” he hissed, and slapped the wet tile with his hand, weakly.
Lance’s hand was still on his shoulder, comforting, soft … but not the same. Keith hung his head forward, hair soaked, dripping warm water down his fevered skin, as he tried desperately to bring his breathing under control. Why did it have to be Lance, here, now? He didn’t want anyone to see him like this…
“Do you want me to get get Shiro?” Lance asked again, not having moved. Keith’s muscles seized up at the thought of Shiro there, his arm on Keith’s, his arm over Keith’s shoulders, and if he wasn’t already flushed red from the heat he would have gone dizzy with the blood rushing to his face. He stared at the tile, breathing hard. “Shiro is an alpha,” Lance was saying, certain with the knowledge and Keith’s head jerked up, he stared at Lance. “That can… make things easier.” Lance was as red as Keith felt, but he wasn’t looking away.
“Shiro’s…” How had he not known this? He knew so much, but they’d never talked about – he always just figured, Shiro hadn’t presented, he was a beta too; but it would explain so much, alphas were natural leaders, after all…. Keith wrenched himself out from under Lance’s hand, breath burning in his lungs, shaking. If Lance was an omega too, had he…? No, he would have known, Lance was the opposite of subtle, something would have slipped out by now. “Have you… have you-?”
“What? No! I’m on suppressants,” Lance said. “I don’t have a lot left, I wasn’t exactly planning to be away for this long, but I can give you some, you’re just not supposed to use them on your first heat.” He was watching Keith critically, and Keith let his head loll against the divider. He felt sick, panicked, everything hurt and he didn’t know what to do. Lance sat back on the wet tile in front of him, and stared at him critically. Keith closed his eyes.
He could feel the hesitation in the air. When he opened his eyes Lance wasn’t looking at him, looking behind him at the shower wall, arms folded and face flushed. “It makes things better if you deal with it,” Lance said, and moved a little, like he was going to get up. “I’ll stand guard in the changing room if you want, I wouldn’t want Pidge walking in on this…”
For all the way his limbs currently felt like lead weights, his hand moved quickly, catching Lance’s robe. The movement surprised even him, as his emotions had gone sideways on him. “I don’t want to be alone,” Keith said, heart pounding quickly, everything too muddled except for that single point of clarity. He’d been alone too much. “Please…”
“Are you – are you kidding,” Lance said, too quickly. “I’m not going to, this is something that….” He took a great gulping breath, staring at Keith, his breathing coming too fast now too. Keith stared right back, hazy, hard, hurting – and Lance looked away sharply. “You’re going to owe me,” he muttered, addressing the tile. “Big time. Bigger than big time.”
“Lance,” Keith said, eyes closed. “Shut up.”
He shifted then, slid his shoulders against the divider, felt the give of the cool material as he moved. Lance’s attention had turned back to him, but he was very pointedly Not Looking At Lance, because while he’d agreed to stay that didn’t mean that Keith had to maintain eye contact. He was ridiculously hard now, and when he moved he could feel how sticky he was, he was leaking and it was uncomfortable, he’d never experienced anything like that before; the thought that this had happened to Lance, and Lance was still here and completely insufferable kept him going.
When he touched himself, he was so sensitive he actually gasped and jerked his hand away, panting. Lance was still determinedly looking at the wall, but his eyes darted to Keith and back again, repeatedly. After he gently stroked himself a few times Lance let out a low noise of frustration. “You can’t just do the front,” he said, and Keith looked at him, startled. “You’ll get off quicker if you do the back, too…”
Keith said, a little dumbly, “what…?” and Lance groaned again and moved, pushing Keith’s shoulder.
“You have to,” he said, the words falling out of his mouth as Keith found himself pushed over, on his knees, one palm against the tile, brow furrowed in dazed confusion. “Don’t you know anything, did you even go to the sex ed classes-” and Keith wasn’t listening anymore because Lance’s hands were on his ass now, spreading him apart and Keith let out a low, choked noise of shock as he felt fingers rub through the slick dripping from him.
Then they were inside, two of them, and it hurt only it didn’t and now Keith was making an embarrassing mewling noise, his forehead pressed to his hand on the slick tile floor.
He felt Lance freeze, felt the realization dawn that he now had his fingers inside Keith, and whatever he was saying trailed off as Lance said, uncertainly, “…um.”
He couldn’t quite find it in himself to care that Lance was now freaking out, because the pressure of something inside him had woken something. Keith’s hips jerked, his hands curled underneath his head as he groaned and came without a finger touching his cock, sticky white fluid sliding off the wet tile. Keith panted hoarsely, trembling, but he didn’t feel relief, he didn’t feel like the edge had come off, not like when he jerked off in the showers sometimes; if anything the blood felt hotter in his veins as he felt Lance move his fingers a little.
“Uh,” Lance said and there was a weird quality to his voice now. “Usually, you finger yourself, but-” He was moving his fingers, slow at first and the fluid was slicking down Keith’s thighs.
“I don’t feel better,” Keith said hoarsely, eyes closed as he felt every minute movement of Lance’s fingers inside him. “Lance, I don’t-”
“I know,” Lance said. “That was just the first one, we gotta wear you out for it to go down long enough to get you to your bunk.”
“Oh god,” Keith moaned, as he felt Lance shift behind him, still with his fingers inside. He jerked his entire body forward and almost hit his head against the wall when Lance’s other hand stroked down his engorged flesh.
“C'mon,” Lance said, and if Keith hadn’t been too far gone on this point he would have heard the smirk in Lance’s voice. “You gotta tell me when you come, I’m keeping track.”
“F-fuck off,” Keith managed as his hips jerked back involuntarily, orgasming again that quickly. “Oh, god….”
“Two,” Lance said, voice smug, and outside of a hazy blur of impressions, that was the last thing that Keith remembered.
