The midday sun had sunk enough in the sky to lend everything a soft golden glow, softening lines and shadows both. Keith watched his closest friend covertly out of the corner of his eye, wondering if Lance knew he was watching. Terrified in case he did notice and terrified in case he did not.

This feeling was not new to either of them; half-remembered nighttime fantasies and offhand innuendo had turned to reality once before. A long way away and far from home they had indulged, when they were cadets on their first mission together and everything had gone horribly wrong. A passion born of loneliness and fear and love had blossomed that night, and had faded with the light of day. But had it? Once the line had so easily been crossed...why not again?

Keith blushed a little when Lance suddenly looked up and caught his gaze.

Could he know what I'm thinking?

The moment seemed endless and familiar. And God help him, but they were barely dressed; they had surrendered to the heat of the day and stripped down to their shorts. Keith drowned in Lance's eyes, so rich brown that they were almost violet.

I am fooling myself. I am.

Lance sighed and turned away. Keith and Allura loved each other, and he, he loved them both. Was that so wrong? He knew better than to stand in the way of their happiness, and yet... the look in Keith's eyes.

Well, he certainly could find out, couldn't he?

"--think, maybe, we should move the wave receiver up here?" Keith frowned and waved his hand in front of Lance's eyes.

"Hello? Arus to Lance, come in buddy."

"Huh? Oh."

Stupid. That was eloquent.

Blushing in turn, Lance helped Keith lift the heavy piece of equipment high onto the top of a dresser.

"Okay, that should be out of the way for now. Long as we don't have to put anything else up there..."

Keith trailed off; he couldn't talk past the sudden tightness in his throat. Lance was facing him and behind him the sun, brushing his skin with the color of gold, burnishing his brown hair to a firey bronze.

My god, he is so beautiful...

Lance guessed that Keith had no idea his mouth was hanging slightly open. With a tiny wondering grin, he reached across the small distance between them and slowly, gently, shut it. He saw his friend seem to abruptly come back to himself, and the color of his skin deepen to a delicious rosy tan.

"Is that the only thing left to put up?" he asked softly. Keith just blinked at him, and Lance grinned, but then he saw the look in Keith's eyes just before they narrowed and pinned him under a gaze that went abruptly from longing to hunger.

"Tell me..." Keith returned the challenge, hunted becoming the hunter as the desire purred in his voice and Lance knew he had been right.

Feeling a sudden irrational desire to get away, Lance turned to back out of the small space they were in; at the same time, Keith stepped forward--to do what exactly, he wasn't sure. One turn in separate directions, and Lance's butt came in to contact with Keith's groin, just for an instant. The brief moment of contact, firm and round under the silk of Lance's shorts, was enough to get Keith up like a flagpole. It also didn't help matters any that Lance knew this. He gave a slow, lopsided grin and he looked back at Keith over his shoulder.

Keith was never quite sure just how it started, only that he had a sudden desire to run his fingers through Lance's freshly-cut hair and before he realized it, he'd done it and then they were kissing and Lance's hands were all over him.

"We're crazy," he mumbled as Lance's teeth found his ear and nibbled delicately. "The window's open..."

Lance's tongue was sweeping Keith's concerns away, touching like gossamer brushing across his eyelids and the tip of his nose as he explored Keith's face with his mouth. Then he pulled back and looked at Keith with a silly grin, and said,

"Then I guess we'd better move, right? How about--over here?"

He gripped Keith's hand in his own and led him eagerly away to the bed. Following more than willingly, Keith couldn't help but run his free hand over his friend's slender, muscular body all the while and feeling his lust reach undreamt-of proportions.

Together they tumbled down onto the bed and touched each other freely for the first time in years, touched in all the secret places nobody else had touched in far too long. Keith became the aggressor then and Lance let him take control, arching under the body that pressed him down onto the covers and slid eager fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts. Keith claimed the other man's lips again with his own, and then drew back abruptly with a small worried grimace.

For a moment Lance froze in shock and fear.

No no no, he can't be rejecting me now we're so close...

Keith leaned back in and kissed him softly, easing the tension that was all to visible in Lance's body.

"Wait just a second, love, I'm going to lock the door."

And suddenly the delicious warm weight was gone and Lance shuddered with more lust than cold, watching Keith's ass move underneath his shorts as he strode rapidly across the small room and turned the lock. The one and only key to the room was lying in the desk by the bed, safe in the drawer; Keith knew this because he'd stolen it away from Allura and put it there. He returned to the bed as quick as he could, feeling the air uncomfortably cool against the drying sweat on his torso when compared to the erotic heat that Lance was generating.

Lance propped himself up on his elbows to meet Keith's lips with his own as Keith climbed back onto the bed and resumed his explorations. He felt himself being carried away on a current of wonder and sensation, letting his Captain truly be his Captain in all ways. Lance gasped as the tender skin on the inside of his thighs was brushed again by Keith's fingers, and then the trailing hands moved to grip the waistband of his shorts and slide them down around his knees.

"Hell if...I..." Lance managed to mumble between Keith's increasingly bold attacks on his mouth, "if I'm gonna be the..."

"...what...?" Keith murmured, barely listening to what his friend was saying as he struggled to get the stubborn silk shorts over the knees which blocked their removal. He continued kissing Lance until strong hands wrapped around the top of his own shorts and rudely yanked them down.

"...only one naked on this bed..." Lance finished, bubbling softly with laughter when Keith's erection made an audible whap! as it was freed to stand firmly against the captain's stomach. His superiority was short-lived, though, once Keith had succeeded in his goal and returned his hands to Lance's crotch where they toyed relentlessly with the already-hard penis they found there.

"Aaahh...!" Lance tossed his head back, lost, forgetting what it was he'd been about to do. Then he reached up to wrap an arm around Keith's neck and managed to raise his head enough to look into the glimmering depths of his black-velvet eyes.

"Do you...feel silly?" Lance asked, biting gently, hungrily, at the curve of Keith's neck.

"No, I want you," Keith breathed. "Oh I love you. My Lance."

He pushed slowly, irresistably, taking his friend down under him, kissing him deeply, grinding his hips into Lance's crotch, feeling hot fingers caressing his buttocks, urging him on.

"I'm glad...Allura's gone away," Lance said, unable to help himself, letting the words slip out. "For now," he amended, breathlessly amused by his own audacity as their lips separated. He gasped, said "Oh!" as Keith's mouth moved down to his chest, found his nipples and pinched and sucked them greedily. He writhed, opening his legs wider, pulling his partner in close and rubbing his straining cock as closely against Keith's body as their position would allow.

"Wicked boy," Keith finally declared in a pleased tone as he looked down at the object of his lust and love. "I forgive you, since right now...so am I."

With that said, Keith lowered his head again, sliding down in the bed until he could get comfortable between Lance's thighs and take his cock in his mouth. Lance groaned, slid his hands down, pulled.

"Hey," he said, soft protest until Keith figured out what he wanted, swinging around and allowing the other man to reciprocate. It mattered little that Keith's attempt was inexperienced; he knew with an innate knowledge what felt good and what did not, and he read Lance's reactions like words on a page. Lance betrayed past experience by the surety of his actions, but Keith had never held it against him and the secret had been kept close between them.

The bed creaked softly for a minute or two, old wood groaning underneath a pair of bucking hips, until Lance pulled back and Keith followed his lead, looking back quizzically. Not for long, though, his cock felt like it would burst and he saw what Lance wanted...what he wanted. What he was now determined to have.

"That's right, fuck me," Lance mumbled, glancing down covetously at Keith's wet lips and the slick shine his own had left on the captain's erection, shoving his friend to face the other way. "I want you inside me." He lay passively waiting, savoring the coming attack, offering himself without shame or hesitation.

Keith smiled widely in delighted anticipation, locked eyes with his lover and received a broad smile in return. Carefully he lowered himself, feeling Lance's legs wrap around his buttocks, hard muscle under smooth flesh, so different from a woman's softness. He used one hand to support himself and slid the other hand underneath them, finding Lance's heated little nether mouth with his fingers and teasing it. He felt his partner's cock hard and trembling between their clamped bellies and rubbed it with his own. Lance moaned and shut his eyes.

Finally Keith could wait no longer and he removed his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock and pushing in slowly, watching Lance quiver in pleasure, enjoying the powerful rush of feeling as the tight ring of muscle stretched to let him in. So tigh, so hot it almost burned, and the rippling mucles of Lance's ass squeezing his penis sending tingles up and down Keith's spine.

"Keith," Lance moaned deliriously, the one word saying it all.

In response, Keith bent down to kiss the eminently kissable lips, luscious and open in a breathless pant. He felt his balls press finally against Lance's hips and sighed contentedly. His hard-on had penetrated as far as it would go, and he began rocking slowly, driving it in just as Lance had asked him to so long ago in a faraway place.

He received proof that he must have been doing it right, when Lance giggled happily and shoved his ass back against his thrusts. As Keith shifted his grip onto Lance's hips so as to better plow into him, Lance rested one hand on the junction of Keith's thigh, rocking with the motion. Little beads of sweat appeared on his flushed face, making his skin glow in the rays of the sun, as he curled his other arm back behind his head, clutching the pillow. Nothing but sheer abandonment showed in the dreamy expression on Lance's face as he gave himself utterly to the man who was the true captain of his soul in this time which was theirs alone.

As Lance's passion grew he writhed ever more urgently against the onslaught, opening the depths of his body as the ass-ring of muscle loosened and adjusted to the intruder, cradling Keith's cock in soft wet heat. As he felt the pressure on his cock ease, Keith increased the speed of his thrusts gradually. Gazing down into his lover's face, Keith finally had to chuckle at the expression of sheer lust he saw there. Leaning in close, he whispered,

"You like that?"

"Yes, oh yes," was the answer. "You kidding?" Lance gasped, allowing Keith's eyes to hold his own, letting him see the depths of his feelings reflected in them.

"My god...so long...you never forgot how to do this...mmm..." he cried out softly, losing breath to form words, as he shuddered with the sensation of Keith's cock rubbing back and forth against the sensitive nub of his prostate.

"I am only doing what you taught me," Keith murmured back. He noticed a trickle of pre-cum leaking in rivulets down Lance's cock where it strained between them, and collected it with his fingers as Lance screamed at the touch. But Keith slowed down, not letting him go over the brink, showing him the liquid on his fingers instead and then wickedly licking it off. He felt deliciously naughty, sinfully sexy, full of lust, and the master of his domain, and he was loving every minute.

Lance sighed. "God, you're good..."

"I want you to do me next," Keith said unexpectedly, surprising both himself and Lance. He found that he meant what he said; he wanted to give his friend back some of the gift he was receiving--and his lust was only heightened by the desire to feel what Lance was feeling. Judging by the state of Lance's cock, it had to be a heady brew indeed. He was exquisitely aware of Lance's muscles, alternately squeezing and releasing his member, and his own ass twitched in response.

"You want that, you'd better slow down!" said Lance with a little hiss of indrawn breath. "I'm on the verge down here!"

Obeying with difficulty, Keith leaned back a little and slowed, taking a deep breath. They were both sweaty and gasping for air.

Lance reached up and tapped him on the chest. "Lie down. Let me finish." Awkwardly they rolled over until Keith was on his back, still embedded in Lance's ass. Then Lance stuck his tongue cheekily out of the corner of his mouth, braced his hands on Keith's stomach, and with a salacious look in his eye began riding up and down.

Keith rested his hands on Lance's thighs, tickled by the soft fine hairs there, and tried to focus his gaze on his cock as it slid in and out of Lance's body. He could not keep his eyes from drifting shut; the sensation was better than anything he'd ever had, partly because of the 'who' as well as the 'what' of the situation.

"Just where did you learn this?" he asked breathlessly.

His friend laughed. "Never you mind, Keith. I learned lotsa stuff I never told you about! Don't think I can show you in one afternoon--but I'll give it a try." He tossed his head back, openmouthed in a silent cry of delight, and fingered a feathery caress along Keith's inner thigh. Keith moaned, reached for him, found his cock with both hands.

"Don't do that," Lance said crossly. "I'm close enough as it is." But that didn't stop him from increasing his pace until he, too, was shuddering.

With Lance's renewed fervor, Keith forgot all about teasing the cock that bobbed so enticingly in front of him. Instead he let out a tiny whimper and dug his fingers into Lance's waist.

"Here it comes," he gasped, feeling every muscle in his body, it seemed, tighten into one huge ecstatic spasm of release. Lance stopped and watched with a small crooked smile as Keith's mouth dropped open and a wave of sensation flooded his body, forcing his eyes shut and building to a peak as it rushed to his groin and out of his penis with an almost painful intensity.

Lance sighed as he felt the warm spurt deep inside of his gut, surrounding Keith's penis where it was embedded within his body. He sat unmoving and barely breathing, trying to burn the feeling into his memory as Keith's cock slowly softened and the warm liquid soothed the stretching of his muscles around it. Lance wished for a moment that they could remain forever like this, together in a place all their own, timeless and apart from everything.

Of course he knew that could never be; a momentary sadness flitted across his face and disappeared. It was always like this for him, lurking underneath the cocky exterior, seen only by those who knew him best, like Keith. The expression went unnoticed by Keith this time, lost as he was. Lance drank in the sight of his captain's upturned angelic face, mouth open in a little 'o' and his raven hair in disarray all over the pillows, before the moment ended.

As Keith returned to reality, Lance ran his hands gently up and down the other man's chest and then lay down carefully on top of him, letting Keith's penis slide out. With a little hum of appreciation, Lance rubbed their bellies together, trying to ease some of the pressure of his aching cock, nuzzling his face into Keith's neck.

"Wow," Keith whispered finally. "That felt--great." He smiled warmly and turned his face to breathe in the scent of Lance's hair, hugging him close. They lay that way for several minutes, until Lance could not remain still any longer and began moving his hips in slow suggestion.

They pulled apart again in silent agreement, just enough to find each other's lips once more. Lance paused long enough to lick his fingers and snake a hand underneath Keith's body to find the entrance there. Keith shuddered but lay immobile and passive in Lance's arms, finally stirring and curling a possessive leg over the other man's back.

Lance murmured in Keith's ear, "You still gonna let me fuck you?"

"Absolutely," Keith whispered back with a small smile, gazing with utter fascination into Lance's eyes and watching the gold flecks dance deep within the violet-brown. His nervousness was tempered by trust and love, and he lifted his buttocks to allow Lance's hand easier access.

Lance's fingers were probing him gently, opening the little ring of muscle, readying the way. Through the haze of his desire, Lance realized that Keith was going to need more than a simple finger-fuck to get his cock where it wanted to go. Reluctantly he stopped, and said "Wait. I'll get something slippery..."

He slid away, trailing warm wet fingers across Keith's stomach as he went, and got up out of the bed. As he walked toward the bathroom, Lance could not resist looking back at his friend where he lay on his side, head propped in his hand, watching him go. Keith's other hand played absently with the bedcovers, drawing invisible swirls on them. Then he pursed his lips suggestively, kissing the air, and subsequently burst into childish giggling when Lance immediately tripped over the laundry basket. Lance recovered his balance and grinned sheepishly, disappearing into the bathroom. He would use a moment to clean himself up, and then find "something slippery" to take back with him.

On the bed, Keith leaned back and stretched languidly, listening to the sounds of Lance rummaging around in the cupboards. He felt very contented at the moment, and hardly nervous. He knew that what they were about to do would likely hurt him, at first, but not for long. Lance's fingers in his ass had not been enough to satisfy the aching need he now felt--he wanted something more. Something no-one else could give him, for to no-one else would Keith ever have allowed such intimate contact as this. For Lance, he was going to allow himself to be vulnerable. It was with this in mind that he watched Lance walk back in with a jar in his hand and a promise in his eyes.

I'm the rabbit and he's the hawk, Keith thought suddenly. He's caught me and I never want to get away.

Lance saw the tension appear in Keith's body and slowed, uncertainty crossing his features for just an instant. The fleeting disappointment vanished when Keith smiled at him and patted the bed, beckoning him down. Lance crawled aboard eagerly then, reaching across the supine body to meet his lips with a moan of lust that was matched by Keith's own. As he leaned over, Lance's free hand found the crevace between his lover's buttocks and rubbed it gently. Keith sighed with the tingling rush he felt.

"Are you ready for this?" Lance asked softly. "I'll understand if--"

For a moment, Keith hesitated. Then he lifted a hand to stroke Lance's soft brown hair away from his eyes. The gentle fire he saw in those eyes made him want to weep for the love he felt for this man, the only person who understood him utterly, the only person who knew all that he was and loved him more than life itself even so. It was all there in the rich brown eyes for him to see.

"Yes, I want to do this," Keith said firmly. "I want you to fill me until I feel like bursting. I want you to push yourself inside me as far as you can go. Make us one person, Lance. I know you can..."

"Keith..." Lance trailed off, lost for words, touched to the core of his soul by what his friend had just said. "I'll go slow, I promise. I won't do anything you're not ready for." Then he grinned and pinched him affectionately on the side, causing Keith to gasp and squirm away. Lance stared appreciatively down at Keith's groin. "Though, if you ask me, you're pretty close now."

Moving slowly so Keith could see what he was doing, Lance dipped a finger in the scented grease and pushed the tip inside Keith's ass. The hot ring opened easily to accomodate it and he joined the first finger with a second, then a third. Keith moaned and spasmed tightly around the invaders, pulling Lance down to him possessively and kissing him hungrily. They rocked together in that position for a few moments, prolonging their joining, letting their excitement build until Keith groaned impatiently and pushed his lover away, reaching for the jar of grease and gathering a generous dollop. He sat up and moved toward Lance's erection with a determined look.

"Whoa, armed and dangerous," Lance said, laughing, and then muffling a cry as Keith pulled his hand away at the last moment and engulfed the tip of his cock with his lips instead. Just for a moment the hot mouth clamped around the head, and then it was replaced by Keith's hand rubbing the cream smoothly and thoroughly up and down the shaft.

When Lance could no longer take the stimulation he pulled back, looked Keith in the eye and clamped his arms around the other man's shoulders, rolling him over onto his stomach. Keith offered no resistance, and spread his legs wide with a moan as Lance's hand found his cock and stroked it. Then the hand was gone and Keith felt uncomfortably exposed, feeling a million tiny breezes caressing his hot skin as Lance kissed and nibbled his way down his body, leaving a damp trail behind him until the fingers in Keith's ass were replaced by a tongue, teasingly lathing and tickling him open and Keith knew he was ready. God, was he ready.

"Ohh yes...do it now!" he pleaded.

In a flash Lance moved forward and positioned himself, curling his thighs around Keith's buttocks and rubbing the back of Keith's neck with one hand as he prodded ever so carefully. Keith moaned and shuddered.

"Open up, relax," Lance breathed into his ear. "Push back against me."

Keith did as he was told and was slowly, exquisitely skewered.

"Aah..." The captain's eyes rolled back as he tossed his head, savoring the feeling of being opened and filled. "It hardly hurts at all...Lance...oh please..."

"Mm. You're so tight, feels good just sitting here inside you," Lance told him.

Keith opened an eye, looking up and back at him. "Well, don't do that," he said. "You can move a little bit!"

Lance chuckled sotly and bit his ear. "I'll get to it. Just let me try to get things under control for a minute or this will end too soon!" He found the scent of Keith's hair intoxicating, and bit his ear again. Keith squirmed.

"You're good enough to eat, love," Lance told him. "So sweet--and firm, and round, and hard...Hm. I don't think I..."

He started to move again, thrusting slowly back and forth, sighing in pleasure as Keith shuddered and moaned beneath him. Lance slid his palms down Keith's arms and grasped his wrists, rubbing his face in the soft raven hair.

Keith felt his cock stiffen all the way as he drowned in the rich, lovely friction of the little opening where Lance's erection slid in and out of him. He gave himself fully to the sensation, so pleasing and almost nauseating at the same time. He cried out softly.

"God I can't stand it I'm gonna be sick," he said desperately, and yet he was pushing back to meet the thrusts all the while.

"No you're not," Lance said soothingly. "Just relax, push against me, that's it..." His voice was husky with lust. His hand reached under to where Keith's cock strained against his belly, found it hard, and began to stroke it in time with his movements.

As his legs spread wider and his head swam, Keith was thinking how really impossible and incredible it all was, being fucked like this by his closest friend. He imagined the look on Allura's face, if she should happen to walk in and see him like this, writhing in sheer abandonment at the end of Lance's prick, and then he lost any sense of objectivity and climaxed violently for the second time.

Lance was still and quiet on top of him, breathing hard, and Keith realized they had come together. He felt a moment of regret that he'd been too occupied to feel Lance spurt into him...

Oh well. He was sure there would be other opportunities. Keith smirked and then groaned, and Lance pushed himself up and off of him. Keith felt the softening penis slide out wetly and mourned the emptiness for a moment. Then Lance plopped down on his back on the pillows with a big whoosh of breath, and Keith collapsed face down next to him.

"Oh man, what a rush," Keith sighed.

"Mmm," Lance agreed.

For a little while they lay next to each other without speaking, content and drowsy.

Lance broke the silence first.

"So how do you feel?"

"Uh...kinda warm and fuzzy all over...?" Keith said with a small laugh.

Lance sat up and kissed the tip of his nose delicately. "It's the sunshine," he said.