Everyone knew that Keith and Lance were dating. Between their constant flirting and the stunt they pulled at Jason's New Years party it was obvious what they were to each other. Keith's friends could tell when he was late to practice with hickeys all over his neck. Lance's friends were disgusted by how much happier and energetic he was since he was getting a healthy dose of dick multiple times a week. Of course with his friends mostly being in band they didn't understand, so Lance took their disgust with a grain of salt. Pidge cared the most, but Hunk cared the least. In fact Hunk didn't care at all. He actually appreciated Lance's chipper-ness and used it to get him to do more work during jazz band concerts.

     Hunk played a lot of instruments. In jazz band he mostly played saxophone, and during marching season he played the tuba. Since he was so strong it only made sense that he played one of the heaviest instruments on the field. In his free time he was a genius with a piano, and a rather decent percussionist. He was in drum line during his cadet years, but settled down with his sax and his tuba. He and Lance had been friends ever since birth, and they both became friends with Pidge in fifth grade band.

     Keith's "friends" on the other hand didn't pay much attention to his change in attitude. Mostly because he played it down around the team, and he didn't hang out with a lot of other people. Besides Lance he didn't talk to his classmates or people in the halls. He had made acquaintances with Hunk and Pidge, but other than that he didn't try to further the number of people he associated with. Obviously people liked him and tried to talk to him because he was the captain of the football team. Plus with the current day his relationship status with Lance only brought him more popularity. The gay straight alliance club at their school actually congratulated them on it. It was kinda cheesy and over the top, but Keith and Lance said thank you anyway. Negative comments didn't really affect either of them. Mostly because it was immature bull crap, but also because Keith could literally beat up anyone he wanted and they were too scared to do more than talk shit.

     They were happy together. Lance often dozed off thinking about just how happy they were together, and Pidge would always ruin the moment for him by gagging or groaning. He usually ended up ignoring her, and Hunk usually told her to knock it off. This time Pidge wasn't there, but Lance was with Hunk in one of the practice rooms. He listened to his friend play the piano as he smiled at the memories of his recent night with Keith.

"You seem happy," Hunk noticed. Lance nodded.

"Extremely," Lance hummed and closed his eyes in bliss.

"So does this mean you're officially gay now?" Hunk asked. Lance opened his eyes again.

"Gay?"

"Yeah. Like you're into guys," Hunk added.

"I mean I like guys, but I'm not gay. I'm just bisexual or something," Lance replied.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I like boys and girls."

"I get that, but what do you like about girls?" Hunk asked.

"Uh, is that even a question?" Lance scoffed. Hunk nodded and paused his playing.

"I'm serious. I wanna know."

"Well, there are a million thinks I like about girls, but the most obvious is boobs and ass."

"True," Hunk agreed.

"And they're pretty and y'know I like having sex with girls too. There's some good puss out there, y'know?"

"Yeah."

"And…and…they're pretty-"

"Already said that."

"Uh…I like girls…"

     Lance couldn't think of more reasons he liked girls. Lately his mind had been so filled with Keith and how man he is. His broad shoulders and his rough skin and his dick. Definitely been thinking about his dick a lot. He hasn't had a single sexual thought about a girl ever since he started dating Keith, and now it was messing with him. He furrowed his brows and tried to concentrait on more reasons until Hunk patted his shoulder.

"Don't break yourself, Lance. I was just curious," Hunk laughed.

"I'm already broken. Why do you want to know?" Lance demanded to know. Hunk shrugged and continued his melody on the piano.

"I dunno…I guess this is the happiest anyone has ever made you. My sister is a slut, so I know what someone looks like after getting some good dick. I've never seen you so satisfied with someone," Hunk said. Lance furrowed his brows.

"Okay…but that doesn't make me gay. Keith is just really good. I'm pretty comfortable with being Bi."

"I trust that, Lance. Just think about what makes sex with Keith so great versus sex with girls so great," Humk said. Lance did, and it was hurting his head. It wasn't unusual for Lance to talk to Hunk about his sex life. In fact they both knew every detail about each other.

"I dunno…I guess…he does all the work and I'm kinda just in for the ride? Except for when I blow him. That takes work," Lance mused out loud.

"And with girls?" Hunk asked. Lance raised a hand and shoulder in a "the fuck?" kinda tone.

"Pussy?" He supplied to the best of his abilities. "…boobs?"

"Probably."

"Ugh, now I can't stop thinking about this. My brain is going to melt," Lance groaned. Hunk rolled his eyes.

"Always the drama queen," he sighed. "Look, I don't wanna impose stereotypes, but if Keith is always the one fucking you that's pretty gay."

"I mean…it's not like I haven't thought about it the other way around."

"So why havent you tried it?" Hunk asked. Lance shrugged.

"I guess I'm too nervous to ask Keith."

"You should ask him then," Hunk encouraged.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What could go wrong?"

"I mean…the worst that could happen is he just flat out says no," Lance pointed out.

"Exactly."

"He wouldn't break up with me if I just asked."

"He'd be a little annoyed at the most."

"Okay…I'll do it," Lance decided. Hunk smiled and nodded. "I'm gonna go up to him and say…'Keith, I wanna be the one on top'," Lance announced.

"You go dude," Hunk said.

"Yeah…"

"No," Keith answered immediately. Lance's jaw dropped.

"What? Why not?" He questioned. Keith pulled his shirt on and then closed his locker.

"Because I've tried being the bottom before and I hate it," Keith replied.

"What? When? Why? Who? Why?" Lance questioned following his boyfriend out of the locker room.

"You asked the same question twice," Keith told him.

"I'm aware. I wanna know why," Lance said grumpily. Keith sighed and stopped to face him.

"It was a couple years ago. Some senior on the team was questioning and I let him fool around with me. I didn't like it, so I decided I'm not a bottom," Keith replied.

"And what makes you assume that I'm a bottom?" He challenged folding his arms over his chest.

"The first time we fucked you wore pastel blue shorts and a Hawaiian floral shirt," Keith deadpanned. Lance blushed as a couple people passing by looked surprised at what Keith had just said.

"My choice in fashion says nothing about my sexuality or the role I chose to take during intercourse," Lance retorted. Keith rolled his eyes.

"Oh, it might've also been the fact that you always beg for my dick. Sorry I give you what you want," Keith said and walked off again. Lance groaned and quickly followed after Keith. He grabbed his hand and gently pulled him back to face him.

"Wait wait wait…I'm sorry, I don't wanna fight about something this stupid," Lance said. Keith sighed and looked back at Lance again.

"I don't wanna fight either," he murmured.

"I just…I dunno. I wanna try it out, y'know? Out of curiosity."

"I understand, but I know that I don't like it," Keith told him. Lance frowned.

"Can we at least try?" Lance asked hopefully. Keith bit his lip.

"We can try, but I really doubt it'll be successful."

"Well, the good thing is we know what is successful," Lance smiled. Keith laughed a little and Lance laughed with him. Their hands sought each other out and Keith nodded.

"Yeah. That's true," he replied. Lance leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Lets go. I'm hungry," Keith said and tugged on his hand.

"You're always hungry," Lance groaned.

"I've been in the weight room all afternoon, can you blame me?" Keith defended. Lance rolled his eyes and followed his boyfriend out of the school.

     It took two weeks before they found the time to do it again. At least before Keith found a time he was fully comfortable trying it again. His mom and her boyfriend were out of town for the weekend again, and Lance's parents were fully convinced they had weekly study sessions together. 

     To say Keith wasn't nervous is to say a bold faced lie. Keith was so nervous he spent nearly an hour in the shower cleaning himself before Lance arrived. He was familiar to his own fingers, but anything else was too much. He wasn't flexible or skinny like Lance, and he was actually self conscious about it. Lance looked so pretty when he was getting fucked. Keith doubted he would look nearly as good as Lance with a dick up his ass.

     When Lance arrived at his house Keith was checking and double checking his bottle of lube to make sure it wasn't expired. He instantly shook when he heard the doorbell, and dropped the bottle on his bed. A heavy sigh escaped him and he headed downstairs to open his front door. Lance looked equally as nervous, yet at the same time more confident than Keith. He chalked it up to Lance's natural air of confidence and brushed it off.

"Hey," Lance greeted.

"Hey," Keith replied.

"So…we're gonna do this?" Lance asked.

"I mean…we could always just fuck like normal," he murmured shyly. Lance's expression dropped and Keith sighed. "It was worth a shot."

"You can at least pretend to be excited about it," Lance grumbled and stepped inside. He slipped off his shoes as Keith closed the door.

"I'm always excited to do things with you, but I'm just a little nervous, okay?" He confessed.

"Why are you nervous? You literally just lie there and take it," Lance replied. Keith shrugged.

"I dunno…it always takes the life out of you though," Keith replied.

"Yeah, that's because you're a fucking monster."

"What do you mean?"

"Like…there's always a point where you just fucking go for it, dude," Lance told him. Keith frowned.

"Oh…"

"I wouldn't be surprised if you black out in those moments."

"Wow."

"Anyways. Today, I'm the one on top, so you don't have to worry about that," Lance grinned and patted his back. Keith glared at Lance, but then lead him up to his room.

"I read up on some stuff…and I cleaned myself earlier…uh…I haven't eaten anything spicy either if you care," Keith told him.

"How long did you clean yourself?" Lance asked.

"W-Why?" Keith stuttered.

"It takes a while, man. Don't tell me you just put a finger in, poked around for a little, and pulled it back out."

"Trust me, I did it long enough," Keith muttered.

"Huh?"

"I said I did it long enough," Keith repeated louder.

"Oh…okay…what position do you wanna be in?" Lance asked. 

     Keith thought for a moment. Riding would've been optimal to give him more control, but he was so nervous he would probably shake too much to keep himself steady. He sat down on the edge of his bed and shrugged.

"I mean…I-I guess however you want…" Keith replied.

"Really?" Lance asked. Keith looked up at him blushing.

"You're in charge here, so…" he trailed off with embarrassment. Lance's face lit up, and his eyes widened.

"Yes! That's right! I'm in charge!" He responded. Keith rolled his eyes and chuckled a little.

"So what do you want?" Keith asked. Lance hummed and then pushed Keith back. He laid down on his bed in front of Lance, and the tan boy examined his boyfriend.

"I want you naked," he replied in a low voice.

     Keith instantly felt a rush of heat through his body in response to Lance's tone. He stripped off his shirt, and then removed his jeans. Lance waited when he finished, and Keith eventually pulled down his underwear too. Lance bit his lip as he looked Keith up and down. He had one knee up on the bed over one of Keith's thighs, and the look in his eyes made Keith blush harder. He looked arouse and intrigued.

"Move back," he ordered.

     Keith followed his direction, and crawled back on the bed. Lance crawled with him, and it was probably one of the hottest things he had ever seen. Lance's body was made for that sexy sway as he approached Keith. It made his spine tingle and his breath come out short.

"You're so hot," Lance breathed looking down at his body still. Keith started to grab at the sheets under him as his dick started to react.

     There was nothing more Keith wanted to do then watch Lance ride his dick then and there. His body craved it, and he dreamed of the hot heat he could only find inside of Lance. Instead his legs were pushed open and hands were all over his body. He wasn't used to being touched like this. Caressed over his curves and brushed over his thighs. It made him feel smaller, and oddly prettier for some reason. Then Lance brushed his thumb against Keith's nipple while he held under his knee with his other hand. Keith was biting his lip as he took in the sight of Lance fully clothed between his legs.

     He felt exposed. Lance's eyes and hands all over him while he laid back and accepted it. It was a weird different kind of exposed that he didn't really mind as much as he thought he would. His only experience was rushed and nerve wracking. The boy he was messing around with didn't know what he was doing, and he was still on the fence about his sexuality. In the end he ended up rejecting Keith, but as time went on he could tell it was for the best. Especially now that he was looking up at Lance and shifting his body to fit with those wandering hands.

"Does this feel good?" Lance asked. He sounded slightly uncertain, so Keith nodded his head. It felt good regardless. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It feels good," Keith answered verbally. Lance took a deep breath and continued to feel down to Keith's hips.

"Do you really wanna do this? I mean…I don't wanna force you," Lance murmured.

"It's fine," Keith assured him. Lance sighed and back up a little.

"No…you're right. If you know you don't like it, th-then we don't have to do this-"

"Lance-"

"No, it's okay-"

"Lance, shut up," Keith sat up and awkwardly wrapped his arms around Lance's neck.

"You obviously don't wanna do this," Lance said. Keith groaned and nuzzled against Lance's neck.

"I…I actually kinda do, but it's just the one time I did it was a bad experience. I'm scared it'll be a disaster," Keith confessed. Lance cautiously placed a hand on Keith's waist.

"H-how bad?"

"Really bad…I bled," he replied.

"Oh geez…"

"And the guy told me that girls usually bleed, so it wasn't that big of a deal. It hurt a lot, so I just assumed bottoms had a pain complex or whatever," Keith explained.

"Not even. Dude, it feels so good," Lance told him.

"Does it?"

"Uh, yeah? Can you not hear me when I'm literally crying over how good it feels to have you inside me?" Lance scoffed. Keith blushed. "It feels fucking amazing."

"I mean…you seem to love it. I-I just always assumed it hurt at first but the pain died away for you." Lance shook his head.

"Not at all. God, it's like smooth sailing with you. I don't think I could be as good as you. I mean…you're pretty good at it," he said. Keith pulled back and looked up at Lance.

"Yeah?"

"I'm kinda scared I'll be fucking terrible at this."

"Me too…"

"What? Being a bottom? All you do is lay there," Lance replied.

"Yeah, but…you always look so good doing it. I'd probably just look…gross or something," he said. Lance laughed.

"That's ridiculous. You're anything but gross," Lance replied and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

"Okay, but I'm no where nearly as gorgeous as you with my cock up your ass," Keith replied with a smirk. Lance giggled and shook his head.

"Who knows? Maybe you're just as pretty with my cock up yours," he hummed.

     Keith bit his lip and let Lance lay him back down on the bed. His forearms framed his head as they kissed and their bodies were pressed against each other. It didn't take long for Keith to claw off Lance's shirt, and sigh contently to feel skin against his skin. They kissed and kissed as their hips pressed against each other.

"So are we doing this?" Keith asked breathing heavily against Lance's lips. The skinny boy nodded.

"Yeah…yeah," he replied.

"For sure?" He asked again. Lance kissed him deeply and lovingly as he rolled his hips. Keith gasped at the feeling of denim rubbing against his inner thighs, and his dick sandwiched between their stomachs.

"For sure," Lance panted.

     A groan escaped Keith before he kissed Lance back with just as much fever and desperation. His fingers dug into short brown hair, and his body arched up into the source of the friction. Lance dragged Keith's lip between his teeth as he fit his hand under the small of his back. A rough moan oozed between their lips and Lance licked up every vibration from Keith's throat. 

     It felt surprisingly good. Keith didn't expect himself to fit the role so well, but with Lance touching and kissing him that way there was no way he couldn't. The only way he could describe it was automatic. His legs widened on their own, and his body bent without thinking. It was all unconscious to fit with the way Lance made him feel, and damn did it feel good.

     The friction was euphoric. With Lance rubbing against his balls, and their bodies enclosing his dick in warm pressure, he wasn't sure how much he could take. Keith let out a weak whine and let his head back. They had to move on or else he was certain he was gonna cum. Lance kissed down his neck and settled to kiss his collarbone, and feeling his tongue on his sensitive skin made him stutter a surprised moan.

"T-too much! Lance, w-wait," Keith stammered and gripped his shoulders for dear life.

"Wha-what? What happened? Did I do something wrong?" Lance asked after he pulled back panting.

"No, I'm just…" Keith sighed and tried to catch his breath.

"Dude…" Lance trailed off as he stared down at Keith. The captain blushed and waited for Lance to look back at him. He was aware of how absolutely fucked he must've looked.

"It was just…a little too much," Keith said. Lance's eyes were still devouring the boy below him. His body splayed out just for Lance, and the redness from his blush. The marks starting to form on his neck, and just how hard and red his cock was flat against his abs. "Lance?"

"Huh?" He finally looked back to Keith.

"I almost came," he informed him. Now Lance was the one who was bright red.

"Y-you did?" Lance asked. Keith nodded. "From just…all of that?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. Lance wetted his lips and swallowed hard.

"So…sh-should I move on then?" He questioned.

"I mean…unless you wanna stop," Keith murmured. Lance shook his head.

"I don't wanna stop," he whispered as he leaned over Keith again.

"Neither do I," Keith responded and touched down Lance's arms.

     The skinny boy kissed Keith once more, but then