Voltron Legendary Defender - Shining Like the Stars [25] Shklance]

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Title: shining like the stars [25]
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1491
Summary: When Keith left the flight bay, it was well past dinner time. He'd skipped the meal in part because Hunk and Pidge had been knee-deep in attempting to interpret the data that Pidge was pulling from the memory core and that meant that dinner was likely made by Coran. And while Altean-specific cuisine was unique in its primary flavor combinations, Keith was barely able to stomach it with a straight face on a regular day.

When Keith left the flight bay, it was well past dinner time. He'd skipped the meal in part because Hunk and Pidge had been knee-deep in attempting to interpret the data that Pidge was pulling from the memory core and that meant that dinner was likely made by Coran. And while Altean-specific cuisine was unique in its primary flavor combinations, Keith was barely able to stomach it with a straight face on a regular day.

"Man, you missed it," Lance said. He was sitting on the floor in the bedroom, legs spread impressively and leaned forward between them, stretching out. Keith stopped short in the open door, and immediately cupped his hand over the lower part of his face, because he'd never seen Lance stretching out like this before. "I don't know what the hell it was that Coran made, but it tasted like motor oil."

"Sampled much motor oil?" Keith said as casually as he could manage, stepping around Lance and pulling his dirt-and-grime soaked shirt off as he did so. "That explains a lot."

"Yeah, it's a delicacy where I come from," Lance said, and rolled his eyes. "Where have you been?"

"Flight bay." Keith looked into the drawer that popped out of the wall into which all dirty clothes got dumped, before shoving his shirt inside. "I was working on a speeder."

"Cool, cool." Lance was still stretching out, his legs spread like he was doing the splits. Keith looked over at him and then back again, because he wasn't capable of dealing with that at the moment, he had no idea Lance was that flexible.

"So, um," Keith wasn't certain how to broach the subject. Shiro had agreed that he would let Keith talk to Lance first, and Shiro himself wasn't making any decisions yet either, which left Keith really nervous that despite his declarations he might still have to make a choice. He turned back to Lance, only to see now that Lance was typing something into the Altean-modified datapad Lance had stolen from Pidge. "...what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Lance said, typing furiously.

"That doesn't look like nothing to me," Keith said, shucking off his gloves and dumping them into the chute behind his shirt.

After another moment of furious typing, Lance looked up and made a face. "Hunk bet me twenty bucks that we couldn't have a conversation without fighting about something."

"We have conversations all the time!" Keith spread his hands. "We're talking right now!"

"I know, right?" Lance said. "I mean, it's not like you can help you're ... well, you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Keith said flatly.

Lance shrugged. "Well, you're ..." he gestured at Keith with one hand outstretched, and held that position for a moment, clearly processing. Keith was already irritated, and was about to actually say something very rude and ruin the conversation when Lance started turning noticeably pink.

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not blushing!" Lance yanked his hand back and covered his face with his free hand, which did very little to cover the warm red tones that had crept up Lance's face and into his hairline.

"You are blushing!" Keith said, and Lance let out a little embarrassed noise and dropped the datapad, covering his face now with both hands. "Why are you blushing?"

"I want whatever it is you've done to my brain to stop!" Lance said, and peeked between his fingers before blushing again and covering his face.

Keith was thoroughly lost, now. "What?"

"You're hot," Lance complained, still with his face (and eyes) covered. "You're covered in dirt and sweat and grime and you're really freaking attractive like that and it's unfair."

Keith looked down at himself a little self-consciously. "Really?" He'd never even thought that before, although he did need to get a shower in he'd stopped by the room first in the hopes of having A Certain Conversation with Lance and now he didn't know if he could steer the topic on course. "You're ... attractive, too. I guess."

"You guess?" Lance dropped his hands and screeched a little. "You guess?? Damn straight I'm attractive!" He slapped both of his palms on the floor between his spread legs. "I had girls all over me at the academy!"

He was fairly certain this was a lie of some caliber, but Keith made a mental note to ask Hunk for certain. "If you had girls all over you, why were you so bad at sex?" Keith asked honestly.

The color that Lance's face turned defied description. "Fuck you!" he screeched, scrambling to his feet. "I'm not bad at sex! You scratched up my back and begged to get off!"

Those points were both true, and Keith was willing to admit to that. "But you could be better," he said.

Lance advanced on him, and shoved Keith in the shoulder. He was close to the wall as it was, it was a bare half-step back to it and Lance had him pinned, one hand slammed against the wall by his head. "You are really pissing me off," Lance snarled.

"It's just honest criticism," Keith said. "I would expect you to tell me if I was performing inadequately."

Lance opened his mouth and closed his mouth again a few times. Then he hung his head and sighed dramatically. "Foreplay," he finally said. "You suck at foreplay, Keith."

There was a moment of silence as they stood there together, and Keith wet his lips, and knew exactly what he was asking when he said, "so why don't you show me?"

#

Shiro slammed the robot back with his prosthetic hand, and it blocked his next jab. He'd set the training level high because he'd wanted a hard workout, something to distract him one hundred percent from the thoughts that had been trailing through his mind ever since he had left the red lion's hanger, and so far the program had very much been doing its job.

One hard punch, a block, a parry, a leg sweep – Shiro kept pressing on mindless of the robot's programmed fight patterns. It was for the most part an excellent sparring partner, if only because he had no obligation to pull his punches even a little.

Keith had offered him so much on a plate, and he didn't know if he was strong enough to reject it. Keith and Lance being together was good for the team, they supported each other already, there was very little possible detriment ... but he couldn't see what good would come of it if he was involved. In fact, the negatives highlighted themselves in stark contrast to everything; especially in regards to Lance. Lance was afraid of alphas, full stop. This would just end poorly.

Shiro let out a yell of frustration as he caught another blow on his Galra arm and then used it to slam his fist through the torso of the robot. He could barely restrain himself as it was, where Keith was concerned. Two omegas, in heat, vying for his attention? Shiro wiped his face with the back of his left hand and panted aloud. A bad, bad idea.

So why was he still considering it?

Shiro lifted his head and looked up at the ceiling. "Start training level six," he commanded, and this time, two of the sparring robots rose from the floor. Breathing hard through his open mouth, Shiro squared off.

#

Lance leaned over Keith in the bed, rubbing his fingers through the splatter of come that trailed up Keith's belly. "I told you," he said with a smirk, as Keith panted, red-faced. "And you didn't believe me."

"Sh-shut up," Keith groaned, and raised a hand to his face. Lance leaned forward again and applied his mouth to Keith's chest, tongue and teeth both, tracing around his nipple before firmly catching the nub between his teeth. Keith moaned and jerked a little, and Lance ran his hand back down to rub over the head of Keith's cock. "Fffffuck," Keith moaned, and raised his hips off the bed.

"Can't just jam it in when you're not in heat," Lance murmured into Keith's chest, correctly interpreting the action. "Gotta work up to it." He grinned as he felt Keith's fingers in his hair, coiling tight. "But we'll get to it," he promised. He pushed himself up a little so he could look into Keith's face, red and panting and still not yet satisfied. "Still think I'm bad at sex?" he teased, stroking Keith's cock one-handed.

"Y-yeah," Keith said, and closed his eyes and groaned when Lance squeezed him in retaliation. "Oh, fuck-"

"Fine then," Lance said as he trailed his mouth lower, lapping at the fluid that had settled on Keith's skin. "Be an ass, we'll see how that works out for you here in a bit-"

The rest of his sentence, and his thought, was abruptly interrupted by the emergency scramble siren.