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"Okay, well, good morning class." MR.W said.
He got a mumbled chrous of "hello"s and "morning"s. He sighed. "Mondays, right? Well, I have some good news. Everyone got an 80 or higher, so we get to watch a movie on Friday!" HE announced. That got him a bunch of cheers and whoops. He grinned. "And, and, we're going to have a new student today. And get this, it's a boy!"
The boys cheered and hollered. There were 20 girls in the class, and 12 boys. Now there numbers were increased.
"Okay, okay, settle down." Mr.W said, motioning with his hands. "Now, he's coming from a school in, uh-" HE shuffled through some papers on his desk. "England. So we get a British kid now."
One of the girls raised her hand. "Yes Pidge?" "Is he gonna be a 'Harry Potter' kinda Brit or a 'Sherlock Holmes' kinda Brit?" A few others mumbled their agreement, looking at him. "I guess we'll just have to find out. Now-" He clapped his hands together. "Open your books to chapter 13."

About halfway through the lesson, he heard a knock on the door.
"Sorry. Is this Mr.W's room?" A British accent asked. It was pretty faint, not at all likes the ones he heard on TV. He turned towards the boy, smiling. "Yes, I'm Mr.W. Are you Mr.Griffin?" The boy nodded, and he heard rippled murmurs of excitement go through the class.
"So he's a hot Brit." A girl's voice said.
Brown hair, purple eyes, a slight tan, blue jeans, black backpack, and a white sweatshirt. Classic prep school boy look, minus the eyes. "Okay. Well, you're a little late. It'd be pointless to try and catch you up on today's lesson, so I guess we'll call it a day. You can be on your phones now. But keep the talking down." He told the class. "Now,-" He said, turning to the boy. "Do you have a nickname we can call you, or any preffered pronouns?" The boy shook his head. "No. James is fine, and I use he/him. Is this normal stuff all teachers ask new students?" Mr.W shook his head. "No, but I'm special. Now, we have two empty seats. You can sit with-" "Um, actually, my friend said he was in this class. But he called you Adam, not Mr.W." The man sighed. "He's not here. It's not abnormal for him to be late. He should be here any-"
"Sorry I'm late." Another voice said. MR.W sighed. "Hello Keith. What's the excuse today?" The boy shrugged. "Shiro woke up late and I didn't want to walk."
"Hey James. Nice to see you. I kinda missed you this past year and a half." James deadpanned.
Keith glanced at him, and then away, then back at him. "Wha- James!" He exclaimed, a rare smile working it's way onto his face. The other boy grinned up at him. (Keith had about 3 inches on him, at 6ft, James at 5'9) "Hey Keith." Keith hugged him, squeezing him tightly. "I totally blanked. If I had remembered you were coming today, I would've woken Shiro up sooner." "Aw, thanks. I love being told I was forgotten." James says, but there's no bite to it. Keith swings an arm over his shoulders. "Come on, you can sit next to me and Pidge."
"What the fuck is a Pidge?" James asked, walking with him.

"I'm a Pidge." The girl said, raising her hand and removing her legs from the chairs next to her. "You two losers are late." She adds. "I'm new. I have an excuse." James said, taking the middle seat. "Keith, what's your excuse?" "Shut up. Shiro overslept. So, James, what's the rest of your schedule?" The boy shrugged, rifling through his bag. "Um, I don't know it yet. Look." He showed them the paper, and they nodded. "Well you have two more classes with me, another with Pidge, and Lotor and Allura are in this one." Keith says, pointing to them. "And Lance is in that one." Pidge adds. "Is he the one who called himself Keith's rival?" James asks. "Haha, yeah. But don't worry, he's not that bad." Keith assures.
The rest of the period passes quickly, and the bell soon rings. James and Keith head to their next class, parting ways with Pidge. "I like her." James decides. "Yeah, Pidge is pretty cool. Now come on. I don't think we need another tardy. It's only your first day." Keith says, leading him away.

They have different third, fourth and fifth periods, so they part ways. At lunch, Keith spots him at their normal table with his brother. "Hey James. Hey Lotor." The boys nods in greeting. "So, how's your first day going?" Keith asks, stealing one of James's chips. "It's great. I'm either getting stared at of pestered with a million questions. Do you eat taffy? Do Brits really say bloody hell? Have you met the Queen? Honestly, you'd think I'm from a movie."
"James!" A female voice yelled from behind Keith. James's smile brightened. "Allura!"
She walked around the table and hugged his head from behind. "I pissed you, you prick." James chuckles when she ruffles his hair. "I missed you too. How's Uncle Alfor and Aunt Melanor doing?" She shrugged. "My Dad's doing good. Hopefully Mom will stop chemo sometimes in the next few weeks, and she should be off the meds in a few months." James grinned. "That's amazing!

After school, James walked with Keith, Lance and Lotor to the soccer field. "So, are you guys any good?" He asked. "Hey! We're better than the girls are!" Lance protested. "No way. Allura alone could kick your ass any day with her hands tied behind her back." James says. "Nu uh!" Lance protests. "Yes." "No."
"Yes."
"no."
"Bet."
"Fine! Allura!" Lance yelled. She jogged over. "Hey guys. What's up?" "Lance thinks he's better at soccer than you." James says. She arches an eyebrow. "Does he?" "Yeah. But I know you could beat him with your hands tied behind your back, but he doesn't believe me." She smiles. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to find out." "You-you know what? I do believe you, haha. Yeah, no, Allura is definently better than me." Lance stutters. She smiles. "Thought so. James, you gonna try out?" Her cousin shrugged. "Dunno. I tried asking if the team was any good, but Lance dodged the question." "You know what, how about you and me do a one v one? First to 3, Winner gets 10 bucks." James smirked, and threw his backpack on the ground by the bench. "Make it 20. I need a new phone case." "Deal." Him and Lance shook on it, and Lotor ran to the equipment shed to get a ball.
The two boys stretched while they waited. "Ready to lose McClain?" James asked, stretching his thigh. "No way Griffin." Lotor brought them to the middle.
He threw it in the air, and the boys jumped for it.
James head-butted it to wards Lance's goal, and they began. They fought viciously for the ball, Lance nearly sweeping James's legs out from under him. He got it within 20 feet of the goal when Lance yanked him back by his hood and stole the ball. "Hey!" He whined, running after him. "All's fair Griffin!" Lance yelled as he dribbled it down the field. James huffed and let him score, peeling off his sweatshirt to reveal a tight black v-neck.
"Point, Lance!" Allura called.
They lined up in the middle again, and James stole the ball, kicking it forward forcefully and running after it. "Wha-hey!" Lance tried to catch him, but it was useless. He scored.
"Point James!" Lotor called.
As the game continued, it became increasingly obvious that James had the upper hand. He scored his next three goals in quick succession, much to Lance's dismay. He jumped and whooped on the 4th. "HA HA! Lance, you owe me 20 bucks!" He called.
Lance groaned and fell on his back and the others laughed.
"Lance, this is a field, not a bed! Get up!" A familiar voice yelled. "Hey Shiro." Allura, Lotor, Lance and Keith chorused.
"Who?" James asked, jogging over. Keith handed him his water bottle, which he took with a smile. "Thanks." "I'm Shiro." The man said, sticking a hand out, which James shook. "One of the PE teachers and coach of the boy's soccer and football teams, depending on the time of year. You're pretty good." James grinned. "Thanks." "This is James, my step-brother." Lotor said. "He's the one that got Keith to smile before 2 PM?" Shiro asks. "Is that weird?" James asks. "Keith's almost always smiling or grinning."
The others exchange weird looks. "James, are you sure we're talking about the same Keith?" Lance asks. "The one right here?" James says, pointing to his friend. "He rarely smiles before 2, if at all." Shiro says. "Maybe he likes me more than he likes you." James suggests before taking a sip of water. Shiro gasps and the others laugh. "To be fair, this is the first time I've seen James in over a year, and normally his father is hovering nearby when I do see him."
"No, we're not talking about him." James says. "Why? Someone have daddy issues?" Lance jokes. The family plus Keith falls silent. "Something like that, yeah." James mutters, eyes downcast.
"Ookay. Well, have you thought about trying out for the team?" Shiro asked. "Should I?" "Yes." Everyone says at once. "Okay, calm down. I'll do it." Shiro smiled. "Great. Lance, get him a jersey and some shorts. Number 22." "Can I have 23?" James asks, and Shiro shrugs. "Sure. You three-" He pointed at Lotor, Keith and Lance. "-go get your jerseys on. Practice starts in five minutes. If you're not out by then, you have to do 50 pushups. Allura, your team is waiting." They all nods and run off.

Keith smiles at James. "So, 23?" "Yes 27?" He asks with a knowing smirk. "We're the birthday bros." Keith whispers. James starts smiling and has to hold back laughter, since they're still in class.

"James, wait!" Keith calls, running after him. "Yeah?" James asks, turning to face him. "Will you go on a date with me?" Keith asks, cheeks tinted pink. James's eyes widen. and his face flushes. "Wait- really? You're being serious?" Keith nods sheepishly. "I- uh, yes! I mean, yes, I'll- I'll go out with you." James stutters. Keith grins, violet eyes shining. "Great. I'll- I'll call you, okay?" "Okay." James says with a smile. Keith grins at him one last time. "Great. Great. See you later James." He turns and runs towards Shiro, who's leaning out his window.
"So... Keith, huh?" Allura asks. James blushes. "Shut up." "You know-" Lotor says, putting an arm around his brother's shoulders. "-the only time you stutter or stumble with your words is with him. And you guys post a lot of pictures with each other. Do I need to start collection them for a slideshow at your wedding?" "Lotor!" James hisses, cheeks bright pink. "Stop it!!"

Keith smiled at him. "You look nice." He says.

James has on skinny black jeans, a  black and white striped shirt, black and white Vans, and a denim jacket. Keith has similar jeans, a long sleeve red shirt,  and black Converse. "You too." James says, pink tinting his cheeks. "Ready to go?" Keith asks, extending a helmet to him. "As I'll ever be." Keith smiles and sits on the bike, James behind him. "Hold on." Keith warns. James wraps his arms around Keith, hugging him from behind.

HE revs the engine, and they take off down the driveway.

James(plain white sweatshirt, black shorts with black tights underneath) Keith (same, but with black jacket and red shorts)

"James! We're waiting!" Romelle yelled, sticking her head out the passenger's side window. James chuckles. "I'M COMING!" He yells at her. "I'll see you later." He tells Keith, pecking him on the cheek before he stands and begins walking towards the car.

Keith's eyes are wide, and his cheeks pink. Ryan rolls his eyes. "Go get him you idiot." "Now would be the perfect time for a first kiss." Mark agrees. Keith nods and shoots up, running after James.

"James!" He calls. "Yeah?" His boyfriend asks, turning to face him. Keith doesn't hesitate before he wraps an am around James's waist, pulling him towards him. "Keith, what are yo-mmhp!" James starts, getting cut off by the kiss.

His eyes flutter closed, and he cups Keith's face gently, keeping him close. Their bodies are pressed close together, and Keith can feel the warmth radiating off of James. They seperate, and he grins. "I- uh, wow." James says. "Now you can go." Keith says, starting to pull away. "You know damn well that isn't happening." James says, pulling him in again. He smiles into the kiss, welcoming the soft press of James's lips against his own. He bites down on James's lower lip softly, making him gasp, and allowing him to slip a tongue between the others. James whines a bit, a sound that sends shivers down Keith's spine.

They can vaguely hear their friends laughing and yelling at them, but they ignore them. This is their moment.

Keith feels something wet hit his cheek. Then another. And another. A constant stream of water begins to hit his face, and he reluctantly pulls away. James is grinning up at him. "A kiss in the rain. That is such a cliche." He says with a laugh. "Are you gonna complain if I kiss you again?" Keith muses. "Well, no." James admits, cheeks pink. "Then this cliche is okay." Keith mutters, leaning down again.

Their friends are definently laughing at them now, and he can faintly hear Lance yell. "YEAH KEITH, GET SOME!" The rain soaks them thoroughly, and he can feel the cold water on his skin. James pulls back this time. "We should probably get somewhere dry, huh?" "I dunno. I kinda like it here." Keith says. "I'm not kissing you if I'm sick, which is what will happen if we stay here in the middle of the field, getting drenched in the cold." Keith frowns. "Well we can't have that. Come on."

He takes James's hand, and together they run under the bleachers to where their friends are. They're met with clapping and laughing. "Told you. Perfect timing." Mark jokes, patting Keith's shoulder. Lotor and Romelle come over, holding an umbrella. "If you want a ride, you better dry off. Dad's not going to like us getting the car seats wet." Lotor says. "That was adorable!" Romelle squeals. "I got pictures!" "Ryan got a video." Mark says, putting an arm around his boyfriend's waist. "Yep. I'll send it to you guys later. It's pretty good. Is it okay if I post it?" Ryan asks. Keith shrugs. "James?" "Sure. But send it to me first." Ryan nods, already tapping away on his phone.

Ryan smiled and started recording. "What are you doing?" James asked, walking over. "Romelle and Keith are seeing who can hold their breath the longest, and I'm recording it." He answers. "You guys's pool is so cool. I don't even need to have an water-proof camera to do it." "Perks of Dad being successful." James says. He watches the two in the water, who are stubbornly staring at each other. Their cheeks are like chipmunks, and Romelle looks serious. "I have an idea on how to make this go faster." "Do it. They've been like this for 40 seconds already, and it's starting to get boring." Ryan says.

James disappears, and he hears a splash a moment later. James comes into the camera's view, swimming towards Keith, who smiles when he sees him. James is smirking, and he gets closer to Keith, brushing some hair out of his face and cupping it gently. Keith stares at him with wide eyes.

James leans down and kisses Keith, causing his eyes to close and body to relax. He leans back in the water, pulling James with him. James pulls away with a smile, swimming for the surface. Romelle opens her mouth to laugh at Keith's blissed out expression. His eyes are closed, and he has a soft smile on his face.  The air leaves her and she swims for the surface.

Keith slowly opens his eyes and swims for the surface, and Ryan ends the recording. "No fair! James cheated!" Romelle says. "How did I cheat?" "You kissed Keith!" She says. James laughs. "So? That distracts him, not you." "He's right darling." Lotor said from his chair. Romelle frowned as Keith and James laughed. "That wasn't nice. You were trying to distract me." Keith says, swimming over to where James is sitting on the edge of the pool. "Mmm. Did  it work?" James muses. Keith smirks. "Maybe a little bit. But it's a welcome one." James smiled and leaned down as Keith pushed himself up, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Keith smiled and fell back in the water, sighing contently. Ryan shook his head and smiled to himself. These two dumb idiots. They make him and Mark seem straight. Speaking of which...

He pulls out his phone and send him a quick text.

Babe

I miss you <3

Mark replies almost instantly.

Miss you more <3 <3

 Miss you the most <3 <3 <3

<3 I <3 miss <3 you <3 more <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I gtg I'm sorry

But we can video call later

Love you <3 <3 <3

Love you too <3 <3 <3

"You texting Mark?" Allura asked, peeking over his shoulder. He smiles. "Yeah." "Hmm." She says, scanning his phone screen. "At the 'love you' stage now, are we?" He nods, feeling his cheeks heat a bit. "Yeah. I'm planning on adding the 'I' on Friday after the game." Allura gasped. "Really?" He nodded, smile growing. "Yeah. I mean, it'll be a year since we started dating then. It feels right." Allura sighed. "Being around you guys makes me wish I had someone. I hate being the 7th wheel. Well, 8th, if you count Lance." Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding." She gives him a blank look, and he groans. "Allura, Lance has a huge crush on you. He has for months." "What? No he doesn't. " She says. "Why do you think he flushes around you? And always volunteers to be your partner for projects? He likes you Allura." Her jaw drops, and she gapes at him. "Lance likes ME? Lance McClain? Blue eyes, on the boys soccer team? With a bunch of siblings and one of Keith's best friends? That Lance?" Ryan nods. "Oh. Why didn't he tell me?" She asks, putting her hands on her head. "Because he doesn't know how. And he's been hinting at it for weeks." Allura groans. "Oh god. What am I supposed to do?" Ryan shrugged. "What you think you should. There's no right way to do this.

James lay on his back, leg slotted between Keith's. Their kiss grew heated and he couldn't help but moan a bit as Keith pressed their hips together. Keith broke away from his lips and started to kiss down his chin and on to his neck and collarbone. This wasn't the first time they did this, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but it still sent shivers down James's spine. He whined a bit as Keith kissed a certain spot on his neck. Keith pulled away, smirking down at him. "Right there, huh? You liked that." James flushes but nods sheepishly. Keith grinned and went back down, straight to that spot. He nipped at it and James gasped, rolling his hips up. 

He felt Keith smirk against his skin as he started to abuse the spot. "Keith." He whined, rolling his hips into his boyfriends, causing him to hiss against his skin. He pulled back again, pinning his hands next to his head. "James, we can't do this unless you're quiet." "But Keith..." He whined, rolling his hips up into the other's. He saw Keith's neck stiffen, and his eyes widened for a second. 

James smirked and rolled his hips up again, pressing himself against Keith. "Keith...." He groaned, continuing to roll his hips. "James." Keith said through gritted teeth, his grip on James's wrists tightening. "Not now." James stopped moving. "Why not?" He huffed. Keith let go of his wrists and sighed. "I really don't want our first time to be in your room with your brother right down the hall." Keith said, placing  a soft kiss to James's neck. "I want it to be special." James sighed. "Fine." But then he looked down and smirked. "But what about your little problem down there?" He asked, moving a bit. Keith hissed. "I'll handle it." "Keith." James said, cupping his face. "You take care of me all the time. Now let me take care of you." He said softly. Keith stared at him for a moment before nodding. "Fine." James grinned and pecked him on the hips.

"Lie down." He ordered. Keith rolled out from between his legs and lay back on the bed.

James moved as well, positioning himself between Keith's legs. He undid the fly, glancing up at Keith for the go ahead. Keith nodded, eyeing James. He palmed him through his boxers, a spot of precum already forming. He pulled both Keith's pants and boxers down a bit, letting him spring out. It bobbed against Keith's stomach, and James looked up at him again. "God James, do it." Keith groaned.

James went down, taking Keith's tip into his mouth. It was heavy against his tongue, and he continued to take Keith into his mouth. He felt the tip hit the back of his throat, and they let out twin moans. James closed his eyes and began to bob his head, working at Keith's 'problem'. Keith grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled, causing James to moan around him. "Fuck James.." Keith hissed, grip on his hair tightening. "Just like that." He opened his eyes and looked up at Keith. "You like this, don't you? Sucking me off." Keith said. James moaned and nodded, sucking. "You look so pretty like that. Lips stretched around my cock. So fucking pretty." James moaned again and bobbed his head faster, eyes fluttering closed. He dragged his tongue down the underside, and Keith bucked his hips into his mouth. The tip brushed the back of his throat again, and they both moaned.

James began going faster, trying to make Keith cum. "Fuck, James..." He hissed. James hummed around him and opened his eyes again, looking deeply into Keith's. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." James kept going, and he felt Keith's grip on his hair tighten, and hot ropes of cum go down his throat. He swallowed it, cleaning up every last drop off of Keith, maintaining eye contact the whole time. He pulled off of Keith with an obscene 'POP!', grinning up at him. "Fuck. You're good at that." Keith said, James hummed absentmindedly as he tucked Keith back into his pants, zipping them up once more. Then he crawled onto Keith's chest and put his chin there, smiling up at him lazily. "Maybe I should let you take care of me more often." Keith muttered, pushing some hair out of James's face. "Sorry for pulling." James blushed. "It's okay. I- I actually liked it." He admits. "Hmm. I'll have to remember that." Keith says. "Ass." James says, swatting at his hand and rolling off him, lying besides Keith. "Yeah but I'm yours." Keith mutters. "That doesn't even make sense." James says, laying his head on Keith's chest. "Night Jamie." Keith muses. James yawns. "Night Keith."

His eyes flutter closed, he feels a blanket cover him, and drifts off to the sound of Keith's heartbeat.