Come back to me
James had dutifully dropped to his knees, which spread in different directions till his crotch was on the floor, fumbling with Keith's fly. "Come on James." The boy purred. "We don't have long." He quickly took the other's already hard clock into his hand, rubbing it to full hardness before taking the top into his mouth. He started bobbing his head, slowly working his way up the length, just the way Keith liked it. Keith groaned and grabbed the brunette's hair, helping him along. Jame sucked and bobbed his head, relishing in the moans Keith let out. He started to slide down, a hand drifting towards his own errection which was throbbing in his black boxers. But Keith yanked on his hair, pulling him up causing him to let out a low groan. "I didn't say you could touch yourself." He growls. James looks up at him, purple eyes half lidded and filled with pure lust as he made eye contact. "You really want it, don't you?" James nods, letting out a moan on the other boy's cock. "On the bed." Keith orders. James pulls off him with a "Pop!" Scrambling to obey. Keith crawls over him, pulling down his boxers and sliding a few fingers into his hole. He scissored them, and James felt his warm breath tickle his neck. "You been touching yourself?" James nods, pushing himself against Keith. "Before you came. Waiting." He started grinding up into the other boy, making them both let out low moans.
"You want me that bad?" Keith asks, voice low and playful. James nods, whimpering a bit. "Keith, please. Fuck me." He pleads. Keith hums in approval. "Of course." He leans back and peels his shirt off, stepping off the bed for a moment to strip of his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. He leans over James and they share a heated kiss as he pulls up at the others shirt. James breaks away from a second to take it off, throwing it elsewhere in the room before reclaiming his lips.
Keith starts to kiss done his neck, going to the spot he knows drives James crazy. He starts to abuse it, nipping and biting at it as a hand goes down to squeeze James's erection. The other boy gaps, which turns into a moan. "Keith, please. Fu-" he moans as Keith runs a thumb over his tip. "Fuck me." He demands. Keith wastes no time flipping him on his stomach and pushing him into the bed on his hands and knees.
He rubs his cock against James's ass teasingly. James pushes back onto him, but Keith pins his hips down with one hand. "Keith." He whines. "Yes James?" He purrs seductivley. "Please. Do it." As soon as he finishes, Keith slams into him. He gasps, and his back arches. Keith groans, starting to roll his hips, readjusting himself to the familiar heat. "Fuck James, you're so good. Feels so good." James moans airly. "Do it hard. You know how I like it." Keith smiles, pushing in deeper. "You're lucky I like it that way too." Then he starts slamming into James repeatedly, going balls deep and hitting his prostrate every time. James moans loudly, a beautiful sound, and his hands grip the sheets. "Fuck Keith. Just like that. Oh~ just like that."
Soon, they're both panting, bodies glistening with sweat. James comes with a shout, muffled by the pillow his face is in. Keith keeps slamming into him, chasing his own orgasm. James cries out in pleasure at the over stimulation, pressing his hips into Keith. He comes inside him with a low groan, pulling out and collapsing next to the other boy on the bed.
"Fuck." Keith whispers. James lets out a little laugh. "Fuck, I needed that." "You're such a slut." Keith says with no bite. "Mm, only for you." James mutters, eyes closed as he smiles blissfully. "Shower now or later?" "Now." Keith replies, and he hums, standing. They stumble towards the shower, turning on the water and relishing in its cleansing heat. "Come here." James mutters. Keith leans into him and he starts to massage his hair with shampoo, filling his black locks with suds. Keith hums, leaning into his touch. James rinses the soap out of his hair, massaging his head tenderly. Keith pushes against him and he laughs. "Are you seriously hard again?" Keith muzzles into his shoulder. "What are you gonna do about it?" James wraps a hand around him, once again pumping him to full hardness. "Want me to blow you?" "God yes." Keith groans. James smiles and drops to his knees again, one hand on his own cock as he sucks Keith's. It takes less time for them to come this time, the water washing away the sticky white substance. "It's unbelievable how good you are at that." Keith mutters as they dry off. "I've had some practice." James replies. "Better not be with anyone else." James chuckles and shakes his head. "Only you." They dress and climb in James's bed, wrapping their arms around each other.
An hour is so passes, and alarms start to blare. "What the-" James mutters, picking his head up off of Keith's shoulder. "That's the code for alien contact." Keith says, shooting straight up. "Shiro?" James asks, also rising. "Maybe. I have to go." Keith shot up, grabbing his shoes and jacket, running out the door. James ran after him. "Keith, wait!" He whisper yelled, chasing him down the hall. "But it light be Shiro! I have to see." The rave haired boy protested, violet eyes pleading with James. He sighed. "Just, be careful." Keith nodded, putting his jacket on, along with their infuriating fingerless gloves. James watched him round the corner and sighed, running after him. "Keith!" He calls, struggling to catch up with the boy. "What?" He asked, turning to face him. James's eyes flickered all over his face before he grabbed his collar, yanking him into a kiss. Unlock the one from earlier, this one was sweet and tender, lips pressing softly against each other. He felt Keiths hands place themselves gently in his hips, holding him in place. "I love you." James says after he pulls back, looking Keith in the eyes. The other boy blinked a few times and nodded, pulling away. He hesitated for a moment before turning and remind down the hall, disappearing from sight.
James sighed and headed back to his room, legs cold in his boxers.
He was back. Holy shit he was back. James panicked a bit when he saw Keith for the first time after all these years. He looked even hotter. A small pink scar ran down his cheek, but it suited him. Made him look even better.
When they for back to the Garrison, he couldn't help but stare, he looked so different. When Keith glanced his way, he took his helmet off, pushing off the rover and walking away.
"James, wait!" His familiar voice called. "What?" He asked, turning. Keith didn't hesitate for as find before he grabbed his waist, pulling him into a blistering kiss. James dropped his helmet out of suprise, but melted into it, head tilting upwards and hands going to Keith's chest. Keith pulled away with a smile. "I love you too." He said to a blushing James. He smiled softly and pulled him in again, one hand cupping the scarred side of his face gently. They kissed softly but passionately, and James could hear gasps and cameras clicking around them. He knows Nadia would be taking pictures, and would be giving him hell for this, but it would be worth it. They pulled away breathlessly, and James heard a wolf whistle. "Damn Keith. Didn't tell us you had a boyfriend." The green one says. "Will you be? My boyfriend?" Keith asks, violet eyes shining. James smiles and pecks him on the lips. "Of course."