Keith huffed, spinning his blade on the stony ground. "This is boring. Why were we sent here, again?"

"Uhm..." Lance pulled a device out from his pocket. "Spying on... The Prince. They think he's possessed or it's an imposter. We're supposed to be keeping an eye out for either."

The red paladin groaned, rolling onto his back. "So why are we in regular clothes instead of our armor?"

Lance shrugged, feet kicked up. Keith raised a brow. "Where's your shoes and socks?" Lance gestured beside himself.

Keith rolled his eyes and dropped his head. "This is stupid." He grumbled.

"Then we'll do something to pass the time." Lance shrugged and sat up.

"With what? Don't tell me you're about to pull cards out of your ass."

Lance snorted. "No. We'll play chicken."

Keith raised a brow and slowly sat up. "Alright. I'll bite." The blue paladin grinned, crossing his legs. Keith tugged off his boots and socks. "But, you'll have to be more specific. What kind of chicken?"

"Gay chicken." Lance mused with a wave of his finger. "We lean in for a kiss. Whoever shies away first loses."

"What happens when we do kiss?" Keith asked, intrigued.

Lance shrugged. "Seven minutes in heaven, I guess. Except, without the being locked in a closet." Keith huffed amusedly. "If the winner wants it, of course."

"Wait? How do we tell who wins if we do kiss? Whoever pulls away the fastest?"

"No. It's he who hesitates loses." Lance shook his head. Keith nodded with a hum of understanding. "Start on three?"

Keith shrugged. "Yeah. Why not?"

Lance shuffled closer. "Mkay. One... Two... Three."

They stared at each other, almost daring the other to lean first. Simultaneously, they began to lean towards each other, Lance with his head tilted. Lance smirked and Keith huffed. Keith kept his eyes on the prize: Lance's parted lips.

Keith gulped, regret settling in. Why did I agree to this? He bit his lip, but didn't stop.

They inched closer and closer together until Keith could feel Lance's breath on his face. Keith clenched his jaw nervously, twisting the hem of his shirt. He almost smirked himself when he noticed how shaky Lance was getting.

"Scared?" Lance taunted.

"Of a kiss?" Keith cocked a brow. "Never." He took a leap. Keith grabbed Lance's jacket and yanked him forward.

Blame it on no impulse control.

Their lips crashed together very uncerimoniously. Lance froze up, so Keith was smirking as he pulled away. "I win." He mused, flicking Lance's nose.

"Hey! You cheated!" Lance shouted, rubbing both his mouth and his nose.

"Did not." Keith crossed his arms. "You never said I couldn't do something like that. So I won fair and square. I just won myself seven minutes in heaven, but without the closet."

Lance pouted, angrily folding his arms. "Do you even know what seven minutes in heaven is?"

The red paladin opened his mouth to retort, then paused. His cheeks went red in embrassment. Another simple game he didn't know.

"Really?" Lance laughed, rocking back as Keith pushed him. "Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in surrender.

"Show me." Keith demanded.

Lance blinked, staring at Keith in surprise. "What?"

Keith gestured with his hands. "Show me what seven minutes in heaven is."

"We don't have a closet."

"That's already been pointed out."

Lance scratched the back of his neck, but sighed. "Fine, fine. You are the winner of gay chicken, after all." Keith puffed out his chest proudly.

Lance cleared his throat, his own cheeks turning pink. "Come here." He murmured with a gesture to himself. "Seven minutes in heaven is always played in tight places, like a closet, so... We gotta act like we're in a... Tight place."

"So we've got to be really close." Keith nodded, shuffling closer. He seemed to think for a moment, then unfolded his legs and pulled himself into Lance's lap.

"Whoa!" Lance gasped at the sudden contact, throat dry as Keith's legs now wrapped around his waist. "Wh-what-!?"

"You said tight places." Keith gestured, then wrapped his arms around Lance's shoulders. "What if it's really tight? We'd have to be like this."

Lance nodded awkwardly, averting his gaze. "R-right!" He squeaked, then cleared his throat. "Right!" Lance hesitated before placing his hands on Keith's waist. "Well... Now, we... Some people kiss... Others will make out... Then everyone else gets... Really steamy with it."

Keith slowly nodded as he listened. "So, some people are like this," he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Lance's. Lance froze up again and couldn't respond. Keith pulled back only slightly. "And others will do this," Keith curled his fingers in Lance's hair and crushed their mouths together again. Lance gripped Keith's waist, eyes tightly shut as he finally responded to Keith's smooth, wet lips.

He nipped Keith's lip, causing the shorter paladin to gasp. Lance's tongue flicked out and slid along Keith's. Keith hummed and returned the gesture.

Once they finally pulled apart, they were panting softly. Lance gulped, noticing how tight his jeans were becoming as he stared at Keith's flushed, hot expression.

"And then... Everyone else..." Keith murmured, gaze searching Lance's.

"Is like this." Lance finished, pulling Keith back in. Keith moaned softly, grinding against Lance. Lance cursed, kissing Keith harder.

Keith gasped as Lance undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He tugged Lance's hair as the blue paladin palmed his erection. Lance's other hand trailed up Keith's shirt before pulling it off and tossing the fabric over by their shoes and Keith's jacket.

With Keith's help, Lance shrugged off his own jacket and tossed it, then lost his shirt as well. Messily, their lips mashed together again, Lance reaching between them to fumble with pants.

Lance gasped as he lost his balance when trying to get up, then they fell over. They tumbled for a moment, then laughed as they landed in the nearby stream.

Keith lay in the water as the returned to undressing each other. He kicked off his pants and helped Lance get rid of his jeans. Keith moaned loudly, unashamedly as Lance sucked and bit his neck while also squeezing and caressing his cock through his boxers.

"A-ah! Lance!" He shuddered as his boxers were discarded. Lance kissed down Keith's neck, then down his chest. Lance raised Keith's leg, then reached up. He prodded Keith's lips, so Keith gladly opened his mouth.

Keith hummed, closing his mouth around three digits. Lance bit his lip, watching Keith's erotic expression as his fingers were licked and sucked on, Keith's hands on his wrist to keep him there. Keith popped his mouth open, pulling Lance's hand up to reveal three sucked, dripping fingers.

If Lance could purr, he'd be purring right in this moment.

Lance reached down, keeping his eyes on Keith's face. "Uncomfortable?"

"Not at all." Keith sighed, hands above his head. He let the clear water run over his palms and around his fingers. "Water is nice. Sand is soft."

The blue paladin chuckled. "Good." He placed a kiss to Keith's chest, slick finger prodding at Keith's ass before slipping in.

Keith jolted, biting down on his lip.

Lance paused, looking back up at Keith. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah..." Keith's brows furrowed as He squirmed slightly. "Just-just hurry... I-I don't..."

"Okay." Lance nodded, pumping his finger inside of Keith. He hummed, thinking of something to take Keith's mind off the finger in his ass.

Before Lance slid in a second digit, Lance circled his lips around a perky nipple, and sucked. Keith sucked in a shuddering breath, tilting his head back. Lance smirked, spreading his two fingers while biting and tugging on Keith's nipple.

"Ah!" Keith gasped, arching his back. "L-Lance! Lance!"

Lance repeated this, but with Keith's other perky bud. Keith bit down on his lip, hard, to suppress any other shameful sounds. To make sure, Keith placed a hand over his mouth.

His noises were muffled as Lance added his third finger and curled them. Keith arched him back, pushing Lance's fingers deeper. A high-pitched whimper managed to slip through Keith's fingers.

"Okay..." Lance pulled his fingers out. "You ready?" Lance shuffled out of his boxers and tossed them.

Keith gulped as Lance gently pulled his hand away from his mouth. "Y-yeah... I'm ready." He looked up at Lance's face, nervous he'd try to stop it if he looked down.

Lance nodded, grabbing Keith's thighs to raised his legs up. "If you're sure." Keith nodded. Lance firmly pressed his lips to Keith's after lining himself up. He gripped Keith's quivering thighs and pushed in.

The red paladin jolted hard and clenched up, making Lance curse. "St-stop!" Keith cried, gripping tightly to Lance. "Wait!" his violet eyes were wide, tears pooling from them.

"Shit, Keith!" Lance pulled up. "I'm half in! Just a moment and it won't hurt so much!"

"Half in!?" Keith shouted, now trying to pull away. "No! It-it hurts, Lance! P-pull it out!"

Lance cursed, Keith's walls clenched so tightly around his shaft. "Keith! Keith- stop moving!" Keith didn't listen. Lance reached between then and gripped Keith's member.

Keith gasped and arched, not making Lance's situation any better. Lance swore as Keith got tighter. "Keith!" Lance hissed, feeling more like his cock was being pulled in than pushed out.

"Fuck!" Lance ground out, both hands back to Keith's thighs. Without thinking, Lance did pull out, but then slammed back into Keith.

The red paladin screamed, throwing his head back, back raising up as his toes curled and nails dug deep into Lance's back.

They both panted heavily, Lance hanging his head. "F-fuck..."

Keith raised his shaking hand. "Lance... L-Lance... You're- you're bleeding..."

Lance tilted his head to look at Keith's fingers. The slightlest amount of blood glistened on Keith's fingertips. "I deserved that." He muttered. Lance raised himself, but paused as Keith whimpered.

"N-no, don't... Don't move... Not yet..." Keith's brows creased, palms flat over Lance's back. "Just a... A moment."

Lance nodded slowly, trying to relax himself. "I could... Go finish somewhere..."

Keith shook his head, eyes closed. "No... You-you stay... I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Yes." Keith swallowed and nodded. "I'm okay. I just... I need to adjust..."

The blue paladin gently caressed Keith's side and reached up to cup his cheek. He pulled Keith up for a soft kiss. "Just tell me when."

"Okay..." Keith breathed deeply, then breathed out shakily. "It... It hurts..."

Lance huffed, stroking Keith's hair back. "I noticed." He murmured, pressing his lips to Keith's forehead. "But you're beautiful."

Keith hummed, relaxing slightly. "You think so?"

"I know so." Lance smiled, beginning to pepper kisses over Keith's face.

The red paladin smiled, then laughed softly. He gulped, hands curling into fists. "Okay... You can... You can move, now."

Lance carefully studied Keith's face for a moment, then nodded. He leaned down, capturing Keith's lips, then carefully rocked his hips.

Keith's sounds came out muffled or weak as he pulled himself to be closer to Lance. Lance kept focus on not hurting Keith with some difficulty.

"F-faster..." Keith panted, tugging on Lance's hair. "A little... Faster..."

Lance nodded, adjusting Keith before thrusting faster. Keith clenched, biting on his lip, drawing blood.

"K-Keith..." Lance grunted, gripping Keith's legs. He let go of one of Keith's legs and pressed his forearm into the soft sand beside Keith's head.

Keith gasped, blunt nails digging into Lance's back. He turned his head, nose brushing against Lance's forearm. Lance leaned down, kissing over Keith's neck. Keith sighed, closing his eyes. "Lance..." He tilted his head to kiss Lance's arm. "Lance... M-more..."

"Okay..." Lance complied, albeit carefully.

The smaller paladin clung to Lance, arching his back. His hips rolled onto Lance. Lance nearly stopped to soak in the pleasure, but managed to keep going. Lance looked up at Keith's expressions. Keith kept his eyes tightly shut, brows creased and mouth open. His cheeks flushed red, tear stains trailed down his skin. Sweat and water droplets from the stream dotted his face, making him glisten in the blue moonlight.

Lance coaxed Keith up into a kiss, muffling his noises.

He reached between them and grasped Keith's length. Keith gasped and whimpered, biting on Lance's lip instead of his own by accident.

The blue paladin chuckled softly, adjusting Keith for a moment before returning to his movements. Keith released Lance's lip, panting as he was pumped in time with Lance's thrusts.

"Lance... Lance!" Keith jerked his hips, lower gut tight.

Lance groaned as Keith tightened. "Y-you're close..."

Lance rolled his hips a little harder, drawing louder noises from Keith's throat.

Keith closed his eyes tightly, clenching his jaw. "Lance!" He cried, tensing up as he unraveled beneath the blue paladin.

"Fuck..." Lance panted, hand covered in Keith's release, as well as both their abdomens. As Keith had screamed for him, Lance buried himself deep into the smaller paladin and came himself.

They both stayed, panting and shaking as they tried to gather themselves. Keith gulped, letting his grip on Lance slacken. "It... It still...hurts..." He murmured, feeling the cool stream lap against his hot skin and dance through his hair.

The blue paladin raised himself up. "Y-yeah... Yeah, sorry."

Before Lance could completely pull away, Keith pulled him back down for a soft, tired kiss. "I'm tired..."

Lance chuckled. "Then you stay here. I'll get our stuff."

Keith nodded, letting Lance go.

~

Clothed, warm and tired Keith lay on the ground, head in Lance's lap as Lance kept his gaze through the binoculars to watch the palace. Keith hugged Lance jacket tight around himself, eyes closed as he listened to their surroundings.

The make-shift radio Hunk and Pidge put together before the mission crackled. Keith lazily reached for it, then held it in front of him once he grabbed it. He pressed a button. "Yeah, still here."

"It's been an hour," Pidge's voice came, all static. "Just another check-up. Anything on the Prince?"

"Nope." Lance responded as Keith held the radio up to him. "Other than sleeping like a bat, dude's normal."

"Is sleeping like a bat something we should worry about?" Keith asked, bringing the radio back down.

Pidge hummed for a moment. "Nope. I think all these people sleep like that. They do look like bats, so... Maybe it's space period." Lance snorted. "I'll give you another hour, then call you back. Maybe the princess will have you guys return to the ship. Though, I thought the forest would have set fire by now with you two out there without a babysitter?"

Lance smirked, taking the radio. "It almost did, thirty minutes ago." He mused, then hung up.

Keith smacked Lance's leg, but the blue paladin shrugged and set the radio down. "Just get some sleep, hot stuff." Lance stroked Keith's hair back, then carded his fingers through the strands.

Keith hummed and relaxed. "Mkay..."

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Another story!!! Yay!!!

Just before season three comes out!!!

Not exactly smart, but, heh.

Two days until Lance's birthday, so...