Warning: OOC. Probably. I think.

Warm sunlight bathing him, the rich smell of greenness all around him. Slitting his eyes open just enough to enjoy the flicker and dance of sunlight through the leaves, Keith can feel all the tension flow out of him into the accepting embrace of the earth below him.

Drowsily, a soft voice wraps around him. “I wonder what it’s really like.”

“Hmm?”

“Sex.”

Breath clogging in his lungs, Keith almost destroys the moment. Barely managing to catch himself in time, he can’t quite hide the tension tightening his body, but his voice is all calm laziness. “I thought you knew.” Turning his head in carefully measured increments, Keith can now see the blush growing ever darker on Lance’s cheeks.

“Yeah, well….” Lance swallows, a hunted look on his face. “That’s what everyone assumes.” Sneaking a swift look at Keith, Lance is reassured by the steadiness of the dark eyes watching him. “It’s just … easier to keep pretending, living up to expectations… But… I always thought that the first time ought to be special…”

“Every time ought to be special. It just doesn’t always work out that way.” Melancholy-tinged understanding laces his words as Keith reaches out and touches Lance’s hand.

Snatching his hand away, Lance recoils as if he’d been struck. Snapping into a crouch, growling, anger painted over hurt, Lance spits the words at Keith. “I don’t want pity.”

With a fluid movement, Keith knocks Lance over, landing lightly on top of him, pinning him. Face inches from Lance’s, close enough to see the minute flecks of gold in his eyes, Keith breathes the words. “That’s the one thing I can’t give you.”

Lance’s eyes widen.

Keith smiles a slow, feral smile, desire in every curve. Closing small distance between them, he delicately laps Lance’s nose, once. Abruptly letting go, Keith rolls to his feet, carrying the motion through into a continuous, sinuous stretch. Looking down, black eyes pin hazel. Bowing, without breaking contact. “Your call.”

And then he’s gone.

Lance lies in the green grass, breathing.

Bursting into the room, Lance locks the door and leans against it all in one swift, jagged movement. Eyes just the slightest bit wild, he glares at Keith. Who is turning from the books on his desk, one dark brow arched just so.

“What did you mean?”

Dark eyes glitter at the abrupt demand. “I thought I was clear. You’re my best friend. If you want to find out about sex, I’m willing to teach you.”

Shaking his head, Lance drops unthinking to the bed, making their eyes level. “But you agreed with me -- the first time ought to mean something.”

Keith’s voice darkens. “You think that it wouldn’t mean anything between us?”

Gesturing wildly, wondering just how he could have lost the high ground so quickly, Lance scrambles. “Not if you’re doing it just because….” Mouth slowly dropping open, Lance gapes at Keith.

Keith lifts a shoulder, simulating carelessness. “I never thought you were interested, before.” Meeting Lance’s eyes straightly, Keith doesn’t bother to hold anything back. “Like I said before. Your call. Maybe I misunderstood, but I thought when you told me what you wanted, that meant that you wanted it with me.”

“You….”

“Like you. Very much.” Though his voice doesn’t falter, Keith’s eyes hold deep wariness.

Hesitantly, Lance eases forward, leaning in.

Contact.

Lips meet, brush.

A delicate tongue braves the room air, coaxing, until the other mouth opens.

Hands clutch and entwine in hair.

The kiss deepens.

Breaks.

Panting, the two look at each other.

Lance starts to smile.

Keith’s mouth lifts in response. Pulling a hand free from the chestnut strands, Keith slides his hand along Lance’s jaw, positioning him just right. Inexorably he moves in.

Surfacing from the long, wet kiss, Lance dimly realizes that somehow, Keith managed to strip them both without breaking the kiss until the end. Strong hands are sliding across his flesh, finding sensitive spots that he’d never known about. A tongue follows in fingers’ wake, accented by the careful scrape of sharp teeth.

Lance shudders and moans, helplessly. Trying to caress Keith back, Lance keeps getting distracted by the pleasure Keith wrings from his body.

A hot mouth closing over his cock distracts Lance from the slick fingers teasing their way into him. Bucking into the heat, feeling that talented tongue dance along his length, Lance is barely aware of the stretching of his hole.

Pulling free, Keith clamps down on the base, preventing Lance from coming. Pushing his body upwards, Keith kisses him deeply. One hand clamped around Lance’s cock, the other stretching Lance’s ass, Keith’s kiss distracts Lance. Breaking the kiss, Keith slides half-under Lance, turning Lance onto his side. He manages to make the whole maneuver into a full-body caress with subtle clenching and relaxation of his muscles. Lance cries out with desire, and writhes against the body that’s coiled half over him. Licking his way up Lance’s neck, Keith bites an earlobe for attention. “Do you want this?” Twisting his fingers inside Lance as a graphic warning of what ‘this’ is, Keith tremors, awaiting an answer.

Snarling, Lance glares evilly over his shoulder, and throws his leg over Keith’s in answer.

Teeth sinking into his neck, tongue flicking the captured flesh -- they distract Lance as Keith carefully sinks partway into him.

Trembling, Lance clenches down involuntarily at the pain.

Keith freezes in place, sweating.

Letting go of Lance’s neck, he hums wordless reassurance, only moving when he can feel Lance relax, give to him.

Inch by inch, Keith slowly sinks inside.

Back arched, head thrown back against Keith’s shoulder, Lance’s eyes are wide and sightless, absorbed as he is in the feel of Keith inside him.

Just as carefully, and maddeningly slowly, Keith pulls back, and in again.

And again, changing the angle ever so slightly.

And once more -- when Lance cries out, stiffening in shocked pleasure.

And then both of them are moving frantically, the rhythm building until it breaks, tearing cries of pleasure from them both.

“Special?”

“Yeah… But I have to have something to compare it to, you know.”

Abruptly arms tighten, and just as abruptly relax. “I don’t like to share.”

“Neither do I.”

Hazel eyes meet black, a promise exchanged.

~owari~

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