Notes: Taryn’s betaing an unfinished fic for me – and in the midst of it, mentioned that she was searching some happy, sappy K/L.

My muse looked at me. I wrote.

Taryn beta'd. {bows to Taryn}

Warnings: Lemon. YAOI. PWP (seriously – not even a *ghost* of a plot).

And this fic’s *other* name is “How many times can I *just* violate Jemisard’s challenge?”

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Surprise?

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Lance smiles slowly at the sight before him.

Completely oblivious to the world around him, Keith lies slantwise across the bed, face down, hanging over the edge, reading a book. Stark naked.

Letting his eyes trace over the lean back, tight ass, and long legs ending in elegant feet, Lance can feel his mouth stretching into a predatory grin. Casually discarding his towel, he steps softly closer, stalking his prey.

Keith continues to slowly turn pages, completely absorbed.

Grinning, Lance pounces – straddling Keith’s butt, arching over his back to pin Keith’s arms in place, ending with his mouth a few centimeters from Keith’s right ear. “Whatcha reading?” Breathed out for the maximum effect, Lance enjoys the full body shudders and the futile attempts to escape Keith makes before he realizes that it’s Lance above him.

Relaxing back into the embrace of the bed, Keith tilts his head so that he can look out of one eye at Lance. Smiling, he licks his lips slowly. “Does it really matter?”

Sinking down atop Keith, Lance squirms to make himself more comfortable – causing Keith to drop his head and groan. Abruptly released pages turn until a break in the binding stops them. Keith can feel Lance’s mouth curve in a wicked smile against his nape.

Sliding over sensitized skin, Lance works his way back to Keith’s ear, taking the lobe delicately between his teeth. Worrying it gently, he can feel Keith’s moan through his chest. Letting the ear go with a careful lick, Lance whispers. “But I want to know…”

Casually, Lance slowly kneads the slender wrists trapped by his hands.

Lance’s coiled legs delicately glide down the length of Keith’s, almost absently sliding them further apart as Lance settles his pelvis more deeply onto Keith’s.

Shuddering, Keith completely releases his book, flattening his palms against the floor for traction. Legs spreading wider, his knees dig into the bed. And then he arches forcefully up.

Hissing at the contact, Lance sinks his teeth into Keith’s shoulder. One hand releases Keith’s arm; gliding lightly upward, Lance traces patterns down Keith’s flank, ending by sliding a finger into Keith’s hole.

Startled at the slick heat that opens readily to him, Lance pulls away slightly – with the incidental effect of spreading Keith’s legs wider.

Pushing his rear up higher to continue the contact, Keith laughs softly even in the midst of his arousal. “I figured you wouldn’t be able to resist…”

“Think highly of yourself, do you?”

“You just have poor… ah… taste…”

Their banter is abandoned as Lance thrusts easily into Keith.

Both moaning now, Keith arches up as Lance slides his hands around Keith’s pelvis pulling him into better position. By Keith’s increased motions and sounds Lance can tell when he’s at exactly the right angle.

Reaching around, Lance closes his fist around Keith. The tight press of Lance’s fingers around him, and the feel of Lance inside him triggers Keith’s climax – which sends Lance over the edge.

Breathing slowing, hearts calming, the two of them lay in a tangled, sweaty, sticky heap.

Running his fingers through the silky black hair, Lance grins. “So, what were you reading?”

Keith’s mouth curves up in a wicked grin. “I wasn’t. I was listening to you shower…”

Stunned, Lance gapes, before whacking a laughing Keith with a pillow.

~owari~

Oi! Just who did you *think* was going to be surprised? Given the writer... ^_^

And books *are* common household items. So there.