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works/9081937.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Pidge_|_Katie_Holt/Shiro, Pidge_|_Katie_Holt/Shiro, Keith/Pidge_|
      Katie_Holt, Keith/Shiro_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Pidge_|_Katie_Holt, Shiro_(Voltron), Keith_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Post-Season/Series_01, Threesome_-_F/M/M, First_Time, Loss_of_Virginity,
      Bisexual_Characters, Friends_to_Lovers, Enthusiastic_Consent, underage:
      16/19/22
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-27 Words: 4692
****** Stir ******
by wynnebat
Summary
     Shiro, Keith, and Pidge find each other after the battle with Zarkon.
     It's finding the others that's the problem. And boredom.
Notes
     A giftfic for Udunie for the still ongoing Fuck_2016_Charity_Month
     event!
     Happy holidays! <3
See the end of the work for more notes
Shiro is the last to make it back to their little rented room, tapping their
knock and saying, "Hey," as he enters the room.
Pidge tucks her bayard back in its place. Next to her, Keith has hardly moved
from his evaluation of the map of the galaxy that takes up half of their rather
large bed, but his bayard is only a stretch away. Shiro is a welcome sight, as
always, and he brings utterly delicious-smelling boxes of takeout with him.
"Please taste good," Pidge says to the boxes of food, rubbing her hands
together. It's so much more disappointing when strange alien food smells
amazing and tastes completely horrible. She's so sick of the Altean MREs stored
in the lions. They've been eating them for far too long, since the last two
planets they'd landed on had diets that were incompatible with a human's.
"I asked for something they'd recommend to foreigners whose tastes aren't as
distinguished as those of the people here," Shiro says, handing over one of the
packages. "It's probably edible."
"Any luck?" Keith asks, looking up from his maps.
Shiro shakes his head. "I talked to nearly thirty separate people. This is the
only inhabitable hemisphere of the planet, so if the others were here, they
would've been seen. And nothing. I did almost get talked into buying an actual
lion, but nothing about blue or yellow machines or flying castles."
"Sounds about right," Pidge says, scooting over to make room for Shiro on the
bed. She leans against Keith a little and he shifts until they click into a
comfortable position.
There's a table in their room, but if they're able to have a real bed for a
night, Pidge is going to take full advantage of it. The lions might be the
greatest machines ever, but sleeping in them leaves something to be desired.
The bed here is soft and big enough for the three of them to stretch out, and
Pidge just loves it. Maybe it's a little codependent, but Pidge likes knowing
they're in the same room with her, within reach and not missing like Lance and
Hunk. From the way Shiro and Keith sometimes reach for her and each other, she
knows she's not the only one.
Once they're settled, she says, "I couldn't find anything on my scanners."
She'd gone around the planet scanning for traces of the crystals' power. If
either the castle or the lions had been here in the past month, signs would
show up on her device.
It's as disappointing as it always is, not being able to find her friends. She
misses teasing and being teased by Lance, and messing around with cool space
gadgets with Hunk, and playing with the mice with Allura, and having Altean
chess nights with Coran. The castle hadn't been Earth, but it had been the
second best to it. And now they're scattered across the galaxy, their lions too
far apart to pinpoint each other's locations. Tracking everyone by rumor alone
is tedious, tiring work. Pidge tries not to think about her family, still
trapped by Zarkon, because if they weren't able to win against him with five
lions, three is impossible.
But there's hope in her chest, because against all odds, she and Keith and
Shiro found each other. They can do it for the others, too.
"The higher-ups got suspicious the moment I started asking questions while
getting our visitor's paperwork in order. And the lower level assistant bunch
wasn't much better, but I'm pretty sure I got a more truthful view of the place
out of them. Nothing on the others, though," Keith says. He'd been the first to
come back. This time around it's Keith's job to subtly check with the local
government about any strange occurrences happening lately. "This place is
pretty firmly in the Galra's grasp."
"I noticed," Shiro mutters. "Someone tried to conscript me into the Galran
army. Their benefits are ridiculous."
Pidge hadn't, but then she hadn't really talked to anyone.
"I guess we're back to Hail Galra and all that crap," Pidge says, mentally
running through the Galra-approved repertoire of small talk she's gathered in
the past couple months.
Some planets are unwilling slaves to the Galra empire. Some have been
brainwashed into loving the empire. Others, like the planet they'd found
themselves on, have an uneasy peace with their overlords. They pay a tribute in
the form of natural resources and supply a percentage of their populace for the
empire's army, but otherwise, their life is pretty cushy. It's these planets
that the paladins fare the worst on, because societies on planets like these
know how good they have it and how close they could come to losing the measure
of independence they have. They wouldn't hesitate to turn them over.
For that reason, Pidge and the others generally claim to be traveling
adventurers from Aerosi, not lost humans. The people of Aerosi look similar
enough to humans that they can pass for them to anyone who's never met an
Aerosan and to a good half of the people who have. Those are the ones that
usually squint and ask them where their clan markings are. They're usually not
rude enough to ask about the psychic abilities that Aerosans have, but Pidge
has gotten used to giving either a staredown or a sob story, depending on which
one she thinks will get people to quit it with the questioning.
"Just until tomorrow," Shiro says. "We could leave tonight—I think it's safe to
say there's nothing here—but I thought it would be nice to spend the night here
instead of in the lions."
"My back thanks you," Pidge says. "Anything you want to do?"
"Not go outside again," Shiro says. "I've had enough of pretending to love our
lord and savior Lord Zarkon."
"You can say that again," Keith mutters.
The food actually isn't bad. While they eat, they try to think of things to
make the early evening go by faster.
"Holographic chess?" Shiro offers, as usual. It's the only game they have and
in all honesty, the only one who likes it is Shiro, because he's obviously an
old man at heart.
"I'm sick of losing," Keith replies. "We should see if there's a theater around
with a play about the great Galra empire. Take a shot each time it looks like
someone's got a hard-on for Zarkon."
"Or we could go and buy that lion you mentioned earlier," Pidge says. "I've
always wanted a lion."
"Or swimming."
"The water's toxic, it showed up on my scans. Diving in our spacesuits would be
great, though."
"Or spreading outrageous lies about Zarkon."
"Let's not go to jail. We could see if the hotel has any activities planned."
"We could fly our lions around without the invisibility feature and freak
people out."
"Or see if there's any slaves that need rescuing."
It goes on like that until they're sated and finished with their food, but
still no plan forms.
"We could have sex," Pidge throws out, not even blushing, because, well, it's
not going to happen. Not in real life, even though it's been happening a hell
of a lot in her dreams. She spends every day in an adrenalin-filled environment
with very attractive people (two, now, but the five of them will be reunited
one day). Shiro, Allura, and Keith are the top contenders in her fantasies, but
even Coran popped into one very weird dream once.
"We're not having sex," Shiro says, looking like he thinks he's too mature to
roll his eyes but wanting to do it anyway. (They've been stuck together for a
very long time, Pidge thinks when she realizes just how well she knows her
boys.)
She nods at Shiro's words. "I know, I know. I'm just not attractive enough for
your standards. Keith, back me up."
Because he's great and terrible, Keith says, "Shiro has a doomed love for
Allura. It's not your fault."
"I'm not in love with Allura," Shiro replies.
Pidge shares a look with Keith.
"Stop that," Shiro says.
"It's alright," Keith replies, looking mock wounded. "Pidge and I will just
have sex all by our lonesome while you pine for Allura."
To be very honest, Pidge kinda pines for Allura. Not in a feelings way, but in
a wow you're a billion alien years old and seem to know everything and are
really, really pretty and nice kind of way.
"Mind-blowing sex, too," Pidge says. "Not garden variety bad sex. See if we
invite you next time."
And she's joking, but Pidge still suddenly realizes how close she and Keith are
sitting. Shoulder to shoulder. It had been comfortable a second ago, had just
been something she'd done without thinking as she would've any other day, but
now… Now he's so warm against her side.
"Have fun," Shiro says, dryly. "But in the interests of correcting the slight
to my honor—I haven't been pining for anyone. After spending a year kidnapped
by the Galra, pining really hasn't been on my mind."
"Not even for me?" Keith asks, raising an eyebrow.
This time, Shiro does roll his eyes. "I'll always pine for you. Like the
heroine of a romance novel, you're my one and only."
Pidge wipes a fake tear from her eye. "So beautiful. Does that mean you don't
pine for me at all?"
"You'd have to share my affections with Keith," Shiro warns.
I wouldn't mind, Pidge wants to say, but that feels too much like flirting. And
it's too honest, too true for this joking conversation. But there's something
in his expression that makes her wonder.
And she's rarely been anything but brave.
"I wouldn't mind," she tells him, them, and watches realization dawn on Shiro's
face. This position isn't working for her—she wants to see both of them, even
if it means leaving her half-cuddle with Keith—so she scoots over, pushing the
food containers and maps off the bed until she's sitting cross-legged in the
middle of the bed, both boys now in her line of vision. "Just saying. I might
be into that." And because she's used to giving them the whole picture, she
adds, biting her lip, "I've never done it before. But I really want to."
"I want to, too," Keith says quickly, too quickly, and Pidge grins at him
before she can help herself. "But are you sure? I mean, it's your first time."
Pidge shrugs. "I trust you guys more than anyone else in the world."
It's both simple and not. She trusts all the paladins—there isn't much left to
do but trust when you go through being stranded in space with each other—but
she wants Keith and Shiro in a different way, too. Lance, she could imagine
having sex with, but he'd tease her throughout the whole thing and never shut
up about it again. And Hunk is her favorite, but he doesn't light a fire inside
her, not like Shiro and Keith do.
And there aren't many options outside of her friends. The thought of catching
an alien STD really dampens everything a bit. At least with the paladins,
they've all got the same contraception and known STD prevention implants.
"There's more to this than trust—" Shiro says, and his voice is gentle.
"I think you're hot," Pidge tells him, before he can make this about anything
else. She'd been fifteen when she first met her dad's twenty-one year old
research assistant. He'd been cute, in an older boy sort of way, and she'd
blushed when she'd shaken his hand despite her boyfriend standing next to her.
And then Shiro was gone and probably dead, and her boyfriend was gone because
he thought she was wasting her time trying to find out what really happened on
Kerberos, and her interest in anyone was gone in favor of tracking down her
family. A year later, Pidge got two out of three back. "Training with you is
basically the highlight of my day."
"Mine, too," Keith adds, helpfully. "When he does that thing where he stretches
his legs like a ballerina—"
"Yes," Pidge agrees, and watches Shiro's cheeks gain some color. "I'm pretty
sure Allura found the most form-fitting clothes for you to wear on purpose and
I really don't mind. And you're patient, always. Kind. Your hair is floofy in
the mornings and your Galran arm is really not a turnoff, sorry, you know how I
am with tech. You got thrown into this paladin leader thing and you're so good
at it. I trust you to lead me through anything. I don't mean that lightly. And
you're just—Shiro. It's alright if you don't want me. We'll get over the
weirdness easily because we're a damn good team. But if you do—I'd really like
that."
Shiro swallows. "I do want you."
And… yeah. That's what she needed to hear.
"I don't need any convincing," Keith tells her. "But I don't mind some
flattery, if that's what you're into."
He's such a berk. "You're not hard on the eyes." More than that, so much more
than that, too. "You're protective of all of us even when you pretend not to
be. You realized who I am and didn't make a big deal of it. You trust me to
have your back. And I really like having your back. It's a good back." And she
likes bantering with Keith. Shiro, too, but Shiro's just too nice to banter
well with. Keith can be an asshole, which is really just perfect, because he's
not too much of one and apologizes when he steps over the line. She's not sure
how she's come to be so completely attracted to two people at once, but Pidge
is pretty into it. "I want you around, always."
Keith reaches for her, but he only takes her hand instead of pulling her in.
"In the interest of honesty, it's been a while since I've done it with a girl."
Pidge knows the answer before she even asks. There's a bit of tension that's
always been there between Keith and Shiro, familiar but different to the
tension between all three of them. "What about a boy?"
Keith makes a face. "Shiro's great with first times. It's the second times he's
bad with."
"What happened?"
"He fucked off to Kerberos without even leaving a note for his very best friend
and then got kidnapped for a year," Keith says, but his tone isn't unkind. It's
a grudge that's had time to heal.
"He's such an asshole. How dare he get kidnapped?" Pidge says, wryly.
Keith grins at her, and yeah, she wants to kiss him.
Shiro sighs deeply at both of them, but he looks too amused to argue. "And then
afterwards you didn't want to talk about it and I thought you'd moved on."
"Sort of," Keith says. "My interests just expanded. I met a really great girl.
I think you'd like her."
"I do," Shiro admits.
This time, Pidge is the one blushing. She's still holding Keith's hand, so she
pulls him in, and he tells her she's cute before finally pressing his lips
against hers. They fall back onto the bed, Pidge giggling into the kiss and
running her hands through his hair. She feels a little unsure, because she's
never done this before, and things are always a lot smoother in her fantasies,
but mostly she just feels happy. Keith's a good kisser, and she wants
desperately to know how it had been with him and Shiro.
When they pull apart to breathe, she looks over at Shiro, who's just watching
them. "Come here."
Shiro looks like it's an effort to just hold still, and he says, "We could take
it slow."
Pidge hasn't taken the slow road a day in her life. "Do you want to take it
slow?"
Shiro looks torn. "No."
"Me neither," she says. "Keith, your arms are longer than mine. You'll have to
do what's necessary."
"All for the cause," Keith says, and kisses her again before he reaches over
and pulls Shiro into their pile.
Shiro doesn't protest, but he's careful as he leans over her.
"Is this okay?" she asks.
"It's good," Shiro says, and kisses her.
He's different from Keith, different from her ex, the only other boy she's ever
kissed. Good different, Pidge thinks as she arches into his touch, pressing
herself against him as much as she can. With anyone else, maybe she'd find the
difference in their sizes a little scary; Shiro's a giant compared to her. But
Shiro is safe and home and loyal, and Keith's warmth is right next to her, too.
He's careful with his Galran arm, trying not to let it hit or even touch either
of them, but fuck that. Pidge runs her hands over every part of him she can
get, metal and human and just him. She can't even help herself. Pidge traces
the line where Shiro's metal arm meets his skin, just barely hidden by Shiro's
sleeveless shirt. Galran medicine is millennia more advanced than theirs; the
metal meets skin easily, almost blending together. Despite being metal, there's
no sharp edges where his fingers and elbow bend, just smooth, cool metal that's
a couple degrees off from regular body temperature.
When they break for air, Shiro sits up straight next to Keith, while Pidge
keeps resting on the bed and takes deep gulps of air. It feels like someone's
sucked all the air out of the room.
"So," Pidge says, when she finds her voice. "What now?"
"I hear getting naked is a good first step," Keith replies.
His eyes grow wide when Pidge sits up and shimmies out of her top. All three of
them had been wearing long, heavy Aerosan robes outside, all the better to hide
their features with, so once she'd gotten back to their room and stripped her
outer layers, Pidge was only left with three articles of clothing.
She'd been confident a second ago, but once it's off Pidge is so awfully aware
of how tiny her boobs are and her general lack of curves. There'd been a great
reason why she'd so easily passed as a boy.
"Um," she says, thinking fast, "Keith, do a striptease."
"Why does everyone want me to do a striptease?" Keith asks, lifting his shirt
off over his head in a way that really shouldn't be that sexy. He's not even
trying and Pidge still wants to lick every inch of him.
Pidge means to ask what he means, but her mind's a little taken over by Keith's
chest.
"Slower," Shiro advises him, kissing Pidge's shoulder.
Pidge shivers. God, his mouth. She wants it everywhere. And she's going to have
it, and she can't even think with anticipation running through her bones.
Keith makes a face at him, but when he catches her eyes, he doesn't look away,
his expression suddenly so intent. He gets on his knees and unlaces his
trousers, then pushes the fabric down inch by inch, taking his briefs down in
one motion. They slide down to uncover a long cock, the first Pidge has seen
outside of porn and very wet dreams. The effect is ruined a little when the
clothes reach his knees and he has to wiggle out of them without falling onto
the soft mattress, but not enough to quell the heat building in Pidge's gut.
She can feel her blush. And Shiro isn't helping, with the way his hands are
running down her arms and the easy kisses he keeps leaving on her skin.
"Pidge," Keith says, and stops.
"Kiss me?"
He does, instantly, his naked body pressing against her skin while Shiro's
clothed one rests against her back. Pidge's heart is beating so fast that she
wonders if they can both feel it. Shiro shifts away, and cold air hits her back
until she lets Keith maneuver her onto her back on the bed. When he pulls away
this time, it's just to look at her, his eyes dark with lust.
Shiro's big hands are rubbing circles onto her hips, and she hadn't even
noticed, too caught up in the sensation. She notices now as he says, "Can I?"
She nods. "Please."
Pidge gets up onto her elbows, just to see his face as he slips her shorts down
and off of her legs. He looks right at her as he kisses the top of her panties.
His face is as flushed as hers must be, and his hair is wild, though Pidge only
barely remembers messing it up.
"Please," she says again. "Actually—why are you still dressed?"
It's almost a whine.
"Sorry," Shiro says, grinning a little. "You two distracted me."
He's all muscle beneath his clothes. They all are, to varying extents, shaped
by the garrison and their preparations for the battle against Zarkon. Pidge's
eyes linger over the scatter plot of moles along his body, the couple tufts of
hair, the fact that Shiro is completely hard. It's heady, the fact that she's
done this. The fact that he wants her this much—they both do.  
"I approve," she sniffs, raising her nose at him and making light of the
moment, because otherwise she thinks she might start to feel too much.
"Same," Keith says, and they smirk at each other.
"Thanks," Shiro replies, and then he gets back to business.
At her nod, he slides her panties down and off, the pads of his fingers a
little rugged against the soft skin of her thighs. And then she's naked, but
she can't quite focus on that when Shiro's kissing his way up her thighs and
Keith is doing the same down her neck. They reach their destinations at nearly
the same time: Keith, the breast closest to him, and Shiro, the folds of her
pussy.
Shiro begins slowly, kissing her gently, laving her folds until Pidge isn't
embarrassed about spreading her legs wide for him to really eat her out. She's
glad to know that Shiro's streak of being good at everything continues, because
he's so good at this. Up above, Keith doesn't linger much, taking her right
nipple into his mouth and cupping his hand around her other breast. She hadn't
realized she's so sensitive there. Maybe it's just Keith.
Pidge melts, it feels like, right into the bed, rational thought leaving her.
She lets herself moan, and arch, and just give. She thinks she can taste
herself on Keith when his lips find hers again, and she curls her fingers in
his dark hair.
"You're so pretty," Pidge sighs, drunk with arousal, and has to keep her arms
around him lest he pulls away.
Keith scowls at her, but his face is flushed with arousal, and it looks more
like a pout. "I'm really not."
"You have the softest hair out of everyone I know."
"You're pretty," Keith retorts, and she can see the exact moment he realizes it
doesn't work so well. Pidge expects him to make a joke, but instead he says, a
bit softly, "You are. I've thought so for ages. I thought you were a stupidly
cute guy back at the garrison, and now you're a stupidly cute girl. It's
ridiculous, how into you I am."
"My boobs are microscopic," Pidge can't help but argue, insecurity coming back
to bite her. She'd thought puberty might spark something in there, but her best
friend back on Earth had been wearing a bra since middle school and Pidge still
wears one only when she feels like she probably should.
He caresses her nipple, still looking into her eyes. "They feel good." Licks
it. "Taste good, too. Don't see the problem."
And then there's no time for talking, just for feeling.
Pidge almost doesn't notice her orgasm building up inside her. She grabs out,
reaching Shiro's hair and tugging just the slightest bit. He nips at her clit,
all hot and wet and just too much, and she comes. Everything's soft and fuzzy
after for a bit. Shiro shifts her legs from where they're wrapped around his
head and sits up. She groans a little when Keith lets her go, but the touch of
his hands and mouth is replaced by him kissing Shiro. He licks her juices from
Shiro's reddened lips, stroking his cock as he does.
When the orgasm fades a bit, Pidge says, "Could you." She blushes. Hard. "Could
you put your fingers in me?"
"Yeah," Shiro replies.
And he's about to use his non-dominant, normal hand, even if it's not as
convenient for him to do things left-handed. Pidge kinda loves him for it. She
says, "Your other hand."
His eyes are so dark as he leans up to kiss her. It's filthy and it's so, so
right. "God, Pidge. You're perfect."
He fingers her until she's moaning again, rocking into him with every bit of
pressure inside her. If she dies right now, she'll be perfectly content, she
thinks, and they haven't even gotten to the main part. Keith's touch is
everywhere, unfocused as much as Shiro's is focused on just one place.
"Do it," she eventually moans, and this time Shiro doesn't waste any time.
He settles his cock against her, slipping it inside. The first bit is
easy—she's so wet already, so ready for him, for them. The next is harder. It
hurts a little despite how much she wants it, and the feeling of fullness is so
weird that she pulls Keith in for a messy kiss instead of focusing on it.
Shiro's hands are warm against her hips, rubbing up and down, easing the
sensation. And then he's inside completely. She feels full, almost too full,
but there's got to be something more to sex so she nods as Shiro asks, "You
alright?"
He pulls out halfway. Pidge's head feels like it's been turned upside down.
This time, when he pushes in, she rocks into him like she had his fingers.
Oh, she thinks, and maybe says. There's blood pounding in her ears, but that
can't be right, because it feels like all of it's down in her pussy, making it
throb around each of Shiro's thrusts. Moaning, Pidge reaches for one of her
boys, and her hand flitters over Keith's cock. He's already so hard that she
thinks he might come just like this, just from seeing them together. She
doesn't want him to, though. Not yet.
Shiro comes with a rough sound, filling her with a different heat than her
orgasm had, and the sensation makes her gasp. His face is blissful in that
moment, much like she imagines hers was. He slips out of her and collapses on
her other side. A trickle of come slips out of her hole. It makes her shiver.
She's still so turned on; it won't take much for her to come again.
Pidge leans into Shiro for a languid kiss before turning to Keith. She says,
"Your turn. You haven't made me come yet."
"Is that a challenge?"
"You can take it as one."
Keith feels different from Shiro, but the sensation is the same. Pidge arches
into it, into him. He moves slowly, agonizingly slowly, rubbing her clit until
she shatters around him. If this is a challenge, Keith has definitely won.
Maybe all three of them have.
Keith's orgasm comes fast on the heels of her own, and with one more thrust,
he's back beside her, leaving her feeling strangely empty.
But it's hard to feel empty with her boys on either side of her, cuddling
close. Shiro drapes around them the blanket that had fallen off the bed
sometime during the sex and it's soft and warm and definitely perfect.
"Want to stick around for my second time?" she asks both of them.
"I'd like that a lot," Shiro replies, shifting his position so that they're
lying closer together.
"I'll stick around to make sure he does." Keith's grin is terribly cute, and
Pidge kisses him again just because she can, her hand curled inside Shiro's.
End Notes
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