Quick Disclaimer: Voltron is the property of WEP.
This is my first attempt! Yes it's short, but it's to the point! Athene-Chan doesn't mess around when it comes to yaoi! I wanna see action ;p So here it is! Hope you like it =)
He felt all eyes on him. The faint whispers swirling in his ears. The curse of being new he supposed. He tried to listen to what the instructor was explaining to him, but it too was lost in the mix. "Understand?" was all he caught. He snapped back from the one set of eyes that had caught his attention, fumbling for the right words.
"Uh, ja, uh...yes sir."
"Good, then. You can take the seat right over there." he pointed to a boy who was making a vein attempt at hiding the fact he was staring through his mangled bangs.
He's gorgeous!
The eyes! Skön! he took note the "eyes" embarassment, taking his seat without a word. After class they both seemed to calm down, when an outstreatched hand jolted him out of dreamland.
"Keith."
"Sven." he took the hand extended to him. So soft... Surely this wasn't the Keith he had heard about when he had first arrived. Fierce in combat? Tough on his team mates? He is too beautiful. Keith is fairly common american name... he thought. "Ett sött ansikte..." he said softly.
"Huh? You say something?"
"I said something?" he didn't realize he let it slip. Please don't understand!
"Where are you from, anyway?"
"Sweden." he let an audible sigh of relief. He couldn't place the accent no way he could know what he said.
"I have a freind who speaks Swedish! Wanna meet him?" Sven wasn't sure wheather to be relieved or sickened.
"Sure, why not." it would be a nice change of pace. He was adivsed to speak only english as practice, but it was starting to wear on his nerves.
"He's probably back at the dorm. Where's your room?" he took the slip of paper out of Sven's hand. "Hey! You're with us!" Again, relief, or sick?
They made their way to the room, Keith showing him the ins and outs of the campus as they went. Sven still refusing to tell Keith what exactly he had said earlier. "One day I'll remember what it was and Lance'll tell me!" Great, this Lance must be the roomy that speaks Swedish. Sven wasn't too sure now that he wanted to meet this character. When they reached the room, Lance was half asleep. Keith got a running start and jumped on his bed.
"WHAT THE...?!"
"How can you be tired from nothing?"
"Nothing?! I'll have you know I worked very hard today..."
"Yea, running to keep from getting caught hooking class is alot of work." Sven looked him over. This was going to be torture. "Oh, Lance, this is Sven. Had you actually come to class you would have known this."
"Sven, huh?" he took his turn looking Sven over, "Ett välkommet avbrott." Sven's eyes widened. This guy was a little more "open" about things than Keith, for sure.
"Bevars." Keith just stared, not understanding a word, but the looks exchanged between the two seemed to say it all and he quickly broke it up.
"Uh, yeah. By the way, Lance, he's our new roommate." he suddenly wasn't as excited as before about the idea.
"Really? Well, someone needs a proper welcome!" he strutted over to him, placing one hand on his shoulder, and the other on his cheek. Sven was a bit taller, but it wasn't going to stop Lance. He used the hand on the shoulder and pulled him down just enough.
My, God he's strong!
By now Keith was pissed. He knew from day one of getting involved faithfulness was not one of Lance's strong suits. Then he remembered, I'm no better, I was gonna try first... he was snapped back by a hand on his shoulder.
"Keith?"
"Uh? Yea?" he tried not to seem upset.
"We gonna welcome him or not?" 'We'? This was new. He looked Lance over, who already had his shirt off.
Lance unbuttoned Keith's uniform. "Why don't you go help our new friend out of his." Wow. Not only was this a 'we' thing, he got the honors. Keith smiled and drifted tward Sven. Sven sat back, allowing room for Keith to fumble with the buttons. He couldn't help a slight giggle as he undid the shirt. He must have intimdated Lance a little, this guy was huge across the chest. His biceps were unreal.
This guy's an Adonis! He looked back at Lance, who was already stripped down and obviously very aroused, and gave a 'come here' look. He quickly obeyed, and wrapped his arms around his lover from behind, trying to get his pants off, kissing every inch of his neck as he did. This was too much for Sven, who nearly knocked them all off the bed as he went for Keith's lips. Keith was on cloud nine. He let a slight moan from the strong kiss. Lance caught him off guard grabbing his cock, causing him to nearly bite Sven's tongue off. Sven slowly backed off, savoring the kiss he had longed for since that morning. He looked down at Keith, his eyes rolling back in his head from the pleasure of Lance's stroking. When he regained vision, he looked Sven up and down. There was no way he was gonna let this Adonis get away with out getting his. Before Sven knew what was happening, Keith wrapped his lips around his dick. He only hoped after nearly loosing his tongue from Lance's surprise before, he didn't have anything else new to throw at Keith this time. Lance became more and more aroused and slowly leaned into Keith, continuing his rhythm as he did. Luckly for Sven, this wasn't new, and only made Keith work harder. Keith finally came. To Sven's shock, he still kept his rhythm even as his body shook from the intense pleasure. Lance let go, then grabbed hold of Keith's shoulders. It was his turn. He backed off Keith and crawled to Sven, kissing him from his chest, to his neck, then finally meeting his mouth. Sven made a motion to Keith he was ready. He backed off, stroking him as he came, kissing his inner thighs and groin. The three cuddled on the bed. Lance lay his head on Keith's chest and fell asleep. He rolled his eyes and met Sven's.
"He's not one for long cuddles after making love." he sighed.
"No? Too bad. I am." He picked Lance up and moved him to his bed. He rejoined Keith, wrapping his massive arms around him. "I wasn't sure at first, but I may like it here after all." he looked down at Keith, who's breathing had become very rhythmic. He had gotten so used to Lance knocking off, he caved and decided it wasn't such a bad idea. Sven smiled and sighed.
"Yes, I will like it here."
Okay, here's the translations:
Ett sött ansikte - a sweet face
Skön - beautiful
ett välkommet avbrott---a welcome interruption
bevars - indeed
No, I don't speak it, if you can't tell, these are obviously from a "Swedish Phrases" website..ya know...translate a phrase type deal. Cool, huh?