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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Lance_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Keith_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-01 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 1541
****** Storm Clouds ******
by starrypaladins
Summary
     Based off of a poem with the same title
Notes
     Storm Clouds
     The crisp scent of you,
     My racing heart,
     Loud exhales,
     Wet kisses,
     Drops of sweat,
     Flashes of light in your eyes.
     We were a thunderstorm, and thunderstorms never stay.
***** Dark Skies *****
It is always obvious when a storm is coming. The sky darkens, and the air
becomes moist.
Lance seemed different when he walked passed Keith early that morning. He had
just left the shower, but he hadn't done any of his usual skin care. He was
still in his towel and he hadn't bothered to dry his hair, which Keith could
tell was the case due to the tiny droplets of water gathering at the ends of
his short brown hair. He trailed by slowly, and Keith couldn't help but notice
him. Usually he'd roll his eyes and walk away, but today he stared silently as
Lance meandered past. He could feel his heart racing as he deeply inhaled,
attempting to fill his lungs with nothing but the scent of Lance's shampoo.
Maybe he was different today too.
He couldn't help himself anymore. Keith quickly jogged up to Lance, grabbed his
arm, and looked deep into his eyes. Lance looked frightened for a moment, his
eyes clouding over with anger as if preparing to fight, but his eyes quickly
lit up and returned to their normal blue. But it wasn't normal, because instead
of Lance joking around with Keith, he looked almost predatory. Moments later,
Keith's head was next to Lance's. Keith was startled, and was even more
surprised when he heard the boy whisper in his ear.
"Come with me"
***** Thunder and Lightning *****
The second sign of a storm. Loud claps of thunder and loud bolts of lightning
bring the sky to life.
Lance, who was still in nothing more than a towel, took Keith to his room.
Overcome by lust, he slammed Keith against the wall. Keith's eyes widened and
he gasped loudly, not expecting the action. He was even more surprised when
Lance's hand slammed against the wall, and his lips collided with Keith's.
Refusing to give up control, Keith grabbed Lance and tried to move him, but the
taller boy wouldn't budge. Lance's hand tangled in dark hair, he pulled away to
see Keith's eyes light up. A smirk crawled across his face and he quickly
kissed Keith harder, rarely pulling away. There was no real communication, only
body language, grunts, and exhales. The collision of the two boy's bodies
seemed inevitable in that moment. Lance's desires controlled him as he began
reaching down to touch the growing bulge visible through Keith's pants. He
thumbed it gently, and felt Keith's body jolt as he quickly inhaled in reaction
to the boy's touch. Lance slowly undressed Keith as if to tease him, and he
stared at the smaller boy with ravenous eyes. Keith saw a quick glint in his
eye as he began moving his hand along Keith's erection before stopping.
Lance knew his towel was falling off, but wasn't expecting Keith to rip it off
and stare hungrily at his fully erect cock. The look in his eyes only seemed to
make Lance harder. He told Keith to get on his knees, and he obeyed without
question, his eyes still on Lance's cock. Lance held his hair, and refused to
allow more than a quick suck, not letting Keith go for longer then a few
seconds. He noticed Keith playing with his own cock, and he pulled up on
Keith's hair, forcing him up. He then picked up the dark haired boy and carried
him to the bed.
***** The Storm *****
Heavy rains loud cracks of thunder, and lighting fills the sky.
Lance laid Keith down, and kissed him hard, and began to rub the tip of the
smaller boy's cock teasingly. He then began to finger Keith's ass, stretching
him so his entrance wouldn't hurt as bad. It wasn't long before he found the
other boy's prostate and massaged it gently. Keith's body reacted, quivering
with every touch. Keith's breaths were quick, and soft moans occasionally
escaped his swollen lips. Keith seemed used to the action, as though he was
prepared for someone playing with his ass. Whether it was someone else or just
masturbation, in the moment, Lance didn't care. Frankly, Lance didn't seem as
interested in Keith at all anymore, though he continued to be turned on by his
moans. Since he had already gotten 3 of his fingers into Keith, he saw it fit
to pleasure himself. He thrust in hard, making Keith gasp and clench up. The
feeling of Keith pulling Lance in only made him want to fuck the boy harder,
and that he did. The room filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, heavy
breathing, and contrasting grunts and moans. Keith gripped the sheets until his
knuckles were white, he was sweating hard, and his breathing was shaky. After
only a few thrusts, Keith came, and he found himself covered in his own fluids.
He was disgusted, but he didn't have much time to think on the matter before
Lance pounded him again, leaving him breathless. Lance loved the feeling of
Keith sucking him in, and didn't bother to ask before he came inside of the
him. Keith felt as though he was being warmed from the inside, and he adored
the feeling.
***** Light Rain *****
After a storm, there tends to be light rain before things clear.
Keith felt loved. That's all he ever wanted. Standing in the shower with Lance
beside him, helping him out made him feel better than he ever had before. He
didn't want the moment to end. Keith was doing the unforgivable in that moment.
He was falling in love with the tall Cuban boy that was washing the sweat out
of his hair.
It was nighttime when Lance walked with him to Keith's bedroom, helping support
his movements. Lance helped him into bed, but didn't say anything. Without
thinking, Keith called out to Lance,
"Good night, Lance."
Lance turned back to look at Keith but only for a moment. He didn't respond,
and left quickly. Keith sat in silence, thinking back to what happened only
hours before. Why didn't Lance want to talk to him? Had he done something
wrong? He worried relentlessly that night, and though sore and tired, he
couldn't sleep. He laid awake that night, afraid of what wouldn't happen when
he woke up in the morning. Would Lance reject him completely? Would he pretend
nothing happened? He couldn't come to a conclusive answer by himself and he
wanted, no, he needed an answer. For the first time in his live he felt loved
and thought he belonged, only to have it all ripped away from him only hours
later. He shoved his face into his pillow, trying not to cry. He wanted Lance
to comfort him, but Lance didn't seem to want him around. Maybe he was just a
toy, a tool to Lance. He wanted to feel the comfort of his arms around him, the
warmth of another body close to his. He wanted to fill his lungs with the scent
of Lance. He needed him now.
***** Clear Skies *****
After rain clears, so do the clouds. The sun starts to dry the ground, and the
damp air starts to become warmer again. However, cold winds tend to stay for a
while afterwards.
The next morning, he caught Lance in the hallway. He tried to talk to him, but
he refused. Lance just walked away, refusing to make eye contact. Keith called
out to him, over and over again. He didn't know what to do. His eyes stung, his
throat filled with both regret and sadness. He didn't know how to react to
everything. He'd never opened himself up like that before...and he just wanted
Lance to love him. He adores the tall Cuban boy that fucked him the morning
prior.
After training, Keith caught Lance alone. Attempting a conversation, he quickly
greeted the taller boy only to be rejected once again. Finally breaking, Keith
blurted out,
"Why won't you talk to me? Don't I mean anything to you?!"
"Don't you get it Keith? I was horny, okay? It didn't matter who I fucked. You
mean nothing more to me now than you ever did, only now you are just a bother.
Perhaps I chose the wrong person to spend my evening with."
Keith ran back to his room, holding back tears until he got into the privacy of
his bed. He couldn't tell how long he'd been crying, but his eyes felt
completely dry. He didn't know how he would face Lance the next day. He had
gone from in love to heart broken faster than he ever thought he could. His
chest felt tense, and he didn't know who he could go to. Keith finally settled
down, extremely tired after a long day. His body felt heavy, and his eyelids
were drooping when he heard a knock at the door. He shot up to attention, and
quickly wiped his eyes. Hunk walked in with a plate of food, and noticed
Keith's red eyes immediately. He as Keith what was wrong, but wasn't surprised
when he refused to speak. He hugged the smaller boy, and left food with him to
eat. Keith ate, and fell asleep without showering or brushing his teeth. He
didn't know what to do, but days after moping, he came to one conclusion.
He and Lance were a thunderstorm, and thunderstorms never stay.
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