Voltron Legendary Defender - Shining Like the Stars [22] [Klance | Sheith]

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Title: shining like the stars [22]
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Keith/Lance, Shiro/Keith
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1632
Summary: Keith had heard.

Keith had heard.

When he left the room finally, he'd left Lance dozing on top of the covers on the bed, curled on his side and a content expression on his face. He had intended, as he stood outside the room, to go find Shiro and find out what had happened that made Lance so hard he came running back to the room begging to be serviced. The thought of what he'd done without even thinking made Keith's cheeks turn a little pink, but they were a thing now, and besides, he liked it if only because he got a front-row seat for the moment when the smug was wiped completely off of Lance's face for a few seconds.

Shiro wasn't in his room. Keith walked by the training room, to see Pidge seated cross-legged in front of the memory core, a laptop balanced on her lap and surrounded by a rat's nest of wires. He knew better than to disturb that, so he checked the galley and the bridge before heading toward the showers.

He could hear the showers going from the locker room, and found Shiro's clothes and towel laying on one of the benches. He could wait here, that would be the logical, sane thing to do – but Keith pushed through the door to the showers, still fully dressed.

Shiro was in one of the stalls near the front of the row; he had both palms flat on the way and head ducked under the spray so that the water ran down his head and the back of his neck. Keith felt his heart jump into his throat, but didn't leave. Instead he walked to the stall that Shiro was standing in and stood in the row behind it, waiting to be noticed.

It took a while. Shiro groaned and turned his face under the spray, lifted his left hand, his real flesh hand and ran it down his chest, his belly and lower and Keith's eyes widened a bit. He hadn't really had a chance to see, yet – they'd showered together but he'd always made an effort not to look or stare openly, it was a well-known fact that alphas were decently endowed, a blessing in the genes – but now Keith did let his eyes wander, following the path of Shiro's trailing hand until he brushed it over the root of his cock, already standing at attention.

"Wow," Keith breathed, despite himself and Shiro jerked, yanking his head out from under the spray and half-turning, eyes wide and surprised. Keith took a step back, away from the active shower but his eyes still drawn to Shiro's body, his warm, erect cock showing few signs of diminishing.

"Keith?" Shiro said, strangled, his voice echoing on the tile. "What are you doing here-?" His hand went to his cock as if to try to hide it from view, but at that size, erect, the only thing he could really do was grip the shaft helplessly.

"I was looking for you," Keith said, and reluctantly tore his eyes from the sight that greeted him between Shiro's legs and dragged it up to the vicinity of Shiro's eyes. "I was a little worried at... the way Lance came back to the room, did you...?" Did you do anything to him, he wouldn't tell me but he moaned your name when he came in my mouth. Seeing Shiro like this was making him ache in other ways, too.

Shiro's face was red, from the hot water or the arousal it was impossible to tell for certain. He licked his lips as he stared at Keith, and said hoarsely, "I kissed him."

"You kissed ... Lance?"

Shiro nodded his head, and had the temerity to look abashed. "I shouldn't have, but he looked so ..." he gestured with his false hand, his Galra hand. "And I did."

Keith took a step forward, toward Shiro's shower stall, and then another. His eyes were on Shiro's, and Shiro stared at him with a hungry edge. They weren't going to, not here, but Shiro's expression was sending tingles down his spine. "Are you gonna kiss me now?" Keith asked, resting one hand on the semi-transparent door.

Shiro's hand, dripping wet, the left one, the one that had just been on his cock touched Keith's face, brushed back into his hair. Keith tilted his head back as Shiro leaned down and he accepted the kiss, all of it, pushing up on his toes against the barrier so that Shiro didn't have to lean down as far.

His mouth was hot and wanting, made more so by the steam of the shower. Keith gasped against Shiro's mouth, even as Shiro's prosthetic hand undid the latch on the tiny excuse for a door, letting it swing inwards and drawing Keith just that step closer. He was going to get soaked, but he couldn't imagine caring about it as Shiro's Galra hand did all the work, unbuckling his pants and feeling him through his underwear, drawing his own erection out and then taking another step forward so that their bodies crushed together.

Shiro's cock was huge next to his, large and twitching. Keith didn't have to look down as Shiro wrapped them both in the fingers of his false hand and began to stroke, hard and fast. It was dazzling, this sensation; the water still carrying the warmth of the shower, of Shiro's body as it soaked into his shirt and pants.

Keith gasped, unable to hold it for very long. He felt his body convulse, felt Shiro's hand tighten and then he could feel Shiro's cock twitch and contract. Shiro kept kissing him as his own come splattered between them, soaking into the front of Keith's shirt.

"Shiro," Keith said, and Shiro kept kissing him; the sound of the water hitting the tile the only other sound aside from their panting breaths.

#

When Keith got back to his room he shoved his water-and-fluids soaked clothing in the laundry chute. They'd appear, completely clean in a few hours; he had learned this from prior experience. Then he looked over to the bed, only to see that Lance who had been curled into a ball when he left had somehow transmogrified into a starfish. His limbs were flopped out in every direction, head back and snoring through an open mouth.

"For fuck's sake," Keith muttered as he climbed onto the bed and bullied Lance into a less spread-out sleeping posture. His blood was still electric in his veins, and all he could think about was the expression on Shiro's face, brows drawn together in concentration, his mouth open just a little as he came, hand tight on the both of them. Keith's face was red, but he buried it in the back of Lance's neck, putting his arm over Lance's side and pulling him back against Keith.

He expected some form of resistance – but he didn't expect Lance to melt back against him and hum a happy, sleepy tune of contentment before drifting off again.

Keith inhaled a little, and smiled against Lance's neck. Now, if only he could requisition a bed big enough for all three of them...

#

"The moon of Eaphus?" Keith repeated, standing between Lance and Shiro, his arms folded. Allura stood on the other side of the three-dimensional star map, shrunk down to show one particular binary star system, full of half a dozen planets of varying size.

"Yes," Allura touched the star map with her fingers and it zoomed in further, on a gas giant that quickly filled the portion of the map they were zoomed in on. "It was a particular favorite of Father's, when the paladins needed to rest and rejuvenate themselves." She looked up and looked at Shiro in particular, who met her gaze evenly and did not blanch and look away like Lance or Keith did.

"So it's not a mission," Shiro said. "It's a vacation."

"I wouldn't call it a vacation," Coran corrected from his position at the forward of the bridge. "There's much training to be done, there! Your current training and teamwork will really be put to the test!"

"That doesn't sound very much like a vacation to me," Lance muttered, and Keith elbowed him.

"What kind of training?" Pidge asked, and Coran didn't turn around or answer her, and Pidge and Lance exchanged eyebrow-raised glances.

"We don't need a vacation," Shiro said firmly. "There's too much that still needs to be done before we can even think about some r & r."

"Hey man, speak for yourself," Lance said, leaning forward. "I am all about some shore leave." He looked at Allura, on the other side of the map. "So what kind of planet is Eaphus, anyway, what kind of vacation are we talking about?"

"Eaphus is a gas giant," Keith said. "Weren't you listening?"

"The moon of Eaphus has sustainable atmosphere to oxygen-breathing humanoids," Coran said. "It is a volcanic planet, dense in mineral-rich soil."

"Oh, a volcano planet. That sounds like a good time," Lance said sarcastically.

"Lance," Shiro said, then addressed Allura. "If it's what you think is best, Princess."

Allura nodded her head. "We'll arrive there in about a week's time, without using wormholes. It's safer, I feel, not to attract a lot of attention."

"I agree," Shiro said, and nodded. "In the meantime, we need to get back to training. As a team," he added, before anyone could sneak off. "We've been really lax as of late, with everything that's been going on, and we need to rectify that." He cast his glance over the other paladins, who were all looking at him. "After breakfast, I expect everyone to report to the training room. In uniform."