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"Keith!" James's voice called out, voice lined with desperation and panic. "Yea- holy shit." Keith said, spinning around.

He had his blue jeans, little dark brown ankle boots, dark green v-neck, and his denim jacket, ontop of his gray hoodie with white insides. His hands were held behind his back, probably by cuffs, and a man was behind him. His large hand was threaded in the back of James's hair, grasping it tightly in his hand. He held a knife to James's throat, the blade pressing against his sun-kissed skin. "Little help?" James asked weakly.

By now, all the paladins and MFES were standing, weapons drawn from the pockets of their uniforms. The man yanked on James's hair. "Shut up boy! I told you to shut up! What have I told you about respecting authority?" James hissed at the tug, and the cool blade dug deeper into his throat.

"Sir, release Mr. Griffin and out the knife down." Hunk said calmly. The man laughed. "Ha! I AM Mr. Griffin! Now get out of my way!" The man snapped. "Dad, please." James whimpered. The man kicked the back his knee, and he almost fell, steadying himself at the last moment. "SHUT UP BOY!" The man bellowed. "OR I'LL KILL YOU JUST LIKE YOU KILLED YOUR SISTER!" "I didn't kill Addy, you did. A court even convicted you." James spat. "Yeah, sure it did. And Charlie dropped dead of his own accord." Mr. Griffin scoffed. "Charlie Griffin committed suicide, which you were convicted of staging." Keith said coldly. "Mr. Griffin, unless you wish to be back under arrest for attempted murder and assault with a deadly weapon, I suggest you put. The Knife. Down. NOW." Shiro said.

"No way. I'm taking this bastard son of mine and I'm gonna put him in his place." Mr. Griffin growled. "And where's that?" Nadia asked, tensing. "Eight feet under, just like the rest of them." "Mr. Griffin, I'm going to give you one last chance to let James go, or we will have no choice but to treat you as an armed and dangerous enemy."
"Don't. Knowing him he has backup who'd be more than happy to get rid of the paladins of Voltron." James said, voice shaky. "Smart boy. Maybe you did learn something in this worthless life of yours." Mr. Griffin said. "Move. Towards the door." Him and James went towards the door, the others glaring at him as they walked.
Once they were out of the room, Keith let out low growl and slammed his hand into the table. "I'm going to kill him. No bastard does that to my boyfriend and gets away with it."
Ryan raised an eyebrow at the statement, but said nothing. "Follow them. But stay a decent distance away." Iverson ordered. "Paladins from behind, MFES, try to intercept them." The group nods and heads out.

Keith leads the paladins, knuckles white on his sword. "Keith, you okay?" Lance asked. "That bastard tried to kill James once. And now he's doing it again. He made his childhood fucking miserable, and now, when he's finally starting to accept it, this happens." He growled. They could see a yellow tint in his eyes. Mr. Griffin rounded a corner, and they rushed to follow.

Then a group of people, dressed in black, appeared in front of them. "I've always wanted to kill a paladin. "One says. "Well, here's your chance." Lance says with a grin.
Fighting ensues, and they quickly deal with the attackers. Pidge knocks two out at once, smacking one in the face with her bayard and flipping off his to kick the other in the face. Hunk throws one over his shoulder and into two others.
They ran after the Griffins. They'd reached the hangar, along with the MFES. There were more attackers with them, and one of them was now holding James, a gun pointed at his head, and a gag on his mouth. "Your little friend here is quite the escape artist. Olum is going to have quite the bruise later." Another one of the attackers growled. "He's used two strikes. And what's the human expression?" The one holding James asked. Then he grinned evilly. "Oh, right. Three strikes-" He pressed the barrel gun into James's temple. "You're out."

Keith saw James's eyes widen, and fear fill the normally bright amethyst eyes. "You have five second to let him go before we wipe you out." Ryan threatened. "They can pull the trigger faster than you can get over here." A third threatened. "And if you somehow can, this little deice we've attatched to his side here-" They lift the edge of James's shirt, revealing a black circle, with a glowing purple dot in the middle "-will shock him full of electricity. It won't kill him, but it will hurt."

They laughed at their reactions, which were looks of disbelief. "Don't believe us? Watch." Another pressed a button on a remote, and James's jaw clenched and his spine straightened. "Stop it!" Nadia demanded. The person relented, and James shoulders sagged with relief. "Where's Mr. Griffin?" Shiro asked. "Right here." The man was behind the paladins, pointing his knife at them. "And I also have a remote." "How can you do this? And to your own son?" Ina asked. It was the first time she'd spoken the entire ordeal.
"His fault his mothers gone. His fault his siblings are dead. His fault I went to jail 6 for years. And now, he's gonna get what's coming to him."

"You son of a-" Keith lunged at him, and fighting broke out. Keith fought Mr. Griffin viciously, while the others attacked the men in black. The one let go of James, and he jumped over his legs, bringing his hand in front of him and ripping the gag out. Then he slammed his heel onto one of his attacker's foot, and they heard a sickening crunch. The man shrieked and jumped back.

He messed with the remote, and James's head snapped up, his entire body tensing, and he left out a raw and pained scream, before falling to his knees. Keith growled and fought with renewed vigor, along with the MFES.

When the attackers were all dealt with, and Mr. Griffin cuffed, he ran to James's side, kneeling next to him. Pidge fumbled with the remote and cuff fell off and Keith pulled James to his chest. "Jamie?" "Keith, everything hurts." James whimpered. "I know Jamie. But it's okay. You're safe. You're safe now." James curled into Keith's chest and he hugged him. Ryan knelt next to them, and they exchanged hushed words. Ryan brushed some hair out of James's face, but he was unconscious, leaning into Keith's chest. He rose unsteadily, cradling the other in his arms. Keith and Ryan exchanged some more words, looks of concern identical on their faces.

"Guys, I know you're worried, but we should probably get James to the med bay." Pidge said, putting a hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Yeah. Can I?" He reached for James, but Keith shook his head. "No, I've got him. Let's go." The group headed to the med bay in silence. Technicians rushed towards James, and Keith growled when one reached for him. "Sir, we need to take him to a room. You can be with him when we're done checking him." Keith silently glared at him, but let them take James. Mr. Holt sighed. "Ryan, please tell your boyfriend that your boyfriend is going to be fine while in our care."

"Wait, what?" Lance asked. Ryan sighed, putting an arm around Keith's shoulders. "Come on Babe. Let's get you something to drink." He led Keith to an empty conference room, and got him a water bottle. "Okay, so how does that work? Keith is your boyfriend, but so is James?" Lance asked, sitting down. "Yes. I'm dating Keith, and Keith is dating James, and James is dating me. It's not that complicated." Ryan explains, sitting next to Keith. "Since when?" Ina asks. "Well, haven't Keith and James been dating since their Garrison days?" Hunk asks.
"Why do you think that?" Shiro asked. Hunk blushes a bit. "Well, uh, I- I might've seen them kiss in the halls. And they seemed pretty close." Keith sets his now empty water bottle down. "I've know James since we were in kinder. Every year, he's been in my class. Once we got to the Garrison, we were roommates. We-we dated for my last two years there, before I got kicked out."
"Hold on." Pidge said, putting her hands up in a 'time out' gesture. "So that JK carved in that tree with the heart around it was you guys? Not the seniors Jared and Kristen?" Keith nodded. "Yeah."

"I thought you two hated each other?" Lance says. "he said that thing, about your parents." Keith chuckled. "One comment doesn't mean we hated each other. Adam had given me this game thing, and I was playing it all the time. He was operating on an hour of sleep from the week before. I'd keep the- the volume turned up, with all the little beeps and pew pew sounds. James always hated that." Keith chuckled. "The things I used to do to piss him off. Turn the volume up on my music, mess up his hair, hide his stuff, steal his food at meals. It wasn't until I talked to Adam about it that I realized I liked him. I asked him out sophomore year, and the rest is history."
"Not to pry, but how far did it go?" Nadia asked.
Keith smiled to himself. "We spent a few nights at my place every month." Nadia, Lance and Pidge whooped and laughed while Shiro shook his head and Hunk looked uncomfortable. "Why'd you guys breakup?" Ina inquires.
"I got kicked out. We thought it'd be too hard to keep it up, being so far apart. Both of us were less 'talk about my feelings' and more 'hold your hand and soft smiles'. We spent one last night together, and I left in the morning. We still talked, you know? Texting, calling almost everyday. It was- it was weird at first, but we kinda fell into a rhythm. I was at home for a few months before Shiro's ship crashed and everything happened."
"Krolia didn't see everything, did she?" Shiro asks with a wince. "Oh no. There was some control over what we saw in the flashes. She just knows he was important to me. Nothing else."

Keith and Ryan stood in front of James's hospital room window, hands stuffed in their pockets. He was still out, and had an IV in his arm, and a heart monitor was attached to his chest. "He said my name. Before he passed out. He said 'Keith, everything hurts.' And I pulled him closer, and he leaned into me, and I told him "I know Jamie. But it's okay. You're safe. You're safe now.' And then he passed out. I thought he died." He whispered the last part.
"Keith, James is strong. He'll pull through." Ryan assures, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I thought those were going to be his last words." Keith mutters. "Stop worrying so much. The doctors and Sam said he's going to be fine, and I believe them." Ryan says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "James always acts strong. He always puts n a brave face, acts like he knows what he's doing, what to say, but he doesn't. This whole thing, the war, the battles, they- they terrify him. He's so worried that if he screws up someone will get hurt, or die. That he's going to lose someone else he loves. That he'll have nobody again." Keith states.
"What do you mean 'again?" Ryan asks, raising an eyebrow.
Keith shakes his head. "He should be the one to tell you. It's not my story to tell." Ryan huffs and removes his arm from Keith's shoulders. "What?" "You two and all your secrets. How much is there that I don't know? About both of you?" Ryan asks. "Some things are better as secrets. You and James have your stuff from during the war. You can't tell me you guys never fooled around." Keith says with a small smile. "We didn't." Ryan admits. "What? Really?" "Nope. Not once." "Wow. Could've fooled me. I thought you two were dating when I came back." Ryan laughs. "I thought you guys were a thing. Our suits study our vitals, and you should've seen his heart rate when he saw you. It almost doubled. And when your lion crashed? I think he almost had a heart attack. He checked on you everyday. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous."
"Can I tell you something? But you can't tell James I told you." Keith asks. Ryan nods. "Of course."
"Well, he knows, but he doesn't know I'm telling you. We uh- we hooked up. A few times actually. Before it ended. And we- we went on a few dates before the three of us went on our first. That normally ended in my bed."
Ryan balks at him. "Wait- not only were you guys together before the war, but after too? How much more are you guys not telling me?"
"We thought you might be mad! Or jealous! And it wasn't that big of a deal, we'd had sex without you before. I didn't think it mattered." Keith exclaims.
"Of course it matters! You guys have so many inside jokes, shared experiences, and who knows how much more you guys are hiding!" "Oh, so you're mad at me? For knowing James since we were 5? For being his friend and then his boyfriend before we ever met you?" Keith scoffs. "I didn't take you for the jealous type."
"It's not like you two stopped fucking without me around. I can tell you know. And I know which hickeys I gave James and which I didn't. Which days he should be unsteady on his feet cause of me and which he isn't. And all these childhood experiences and traumas you don't-" "Yes! Traumas!" Keith interrupts. "Things that we don't like to talk about! Things that scare us, scare him! You know how much it takes for him to admit to being scared. These things terrify/ him. He used to have nightmares about some of these things. He'd wake up screaming, shaking, and crying. There were nights when he wouldn't sleep at all. Weeks even. He's gonna tell you, someday. When he's ready. Not when you want him too." Keith growls.
"Then you tell me! You're even more closed off than he is!" Ryan snaps. "You guys almost never tell me anything!" "Because sometimes, it's best if you don't know!" Keith looks around and lowers his voice. "Look, you and I both know how self-conscious he gets. We, me and him, we know just about everything the other has ever done. Good and bad. But you don't know. You don't have any prejudice about him, haven't heard anything people from our classes or from our hometown say about him. He gets a clean slate. And when he's ready, he gets to be the one to tell you his history. He can tell you it all at once, or he can tell you little bits at a time, but whenever he does tell you, it's on his terms. Not when someone decides to be a little bitch and talk shit about him. Now, I could honestly care less if you think I'm some sort of criminal, or that I'm not worthy of James. Believe me, I know better than anyone that he deserves the universe and more. But if you even think for one second that he's a bad person in any kind of way, or that he's a criminal, you're asking for hell from both me, your team, and my family."
Ryan raises an eyebrow, stepping forward, being eye to eye with Keith. "Is that a threat?"
Keith glares at him, his normally bright galaxy eyes dark and cold. "That's a promise."
They stare each other down, fists and jaws clenched as hazel eyes meet violet.

"Alright boys, staring contest over." Shiro says, pushing them apart. "I know you're both worried about James, and Ryan, I know that you have concerns about what they were talking about, and we can clear that, and this-" he gestured to the two of them "-up later. Right now, you guys should be resting. James should wake up in the next few days. But it doesn't matter if he's okay if you guys aren't. He's going to need you after this. Both of you. Your little fight here can wait." "Fine by me." Keith says. Ryan grunts in response. Shiro sighs.
"Look, I know about you two's- let's call it a competition- for James's love and attention. It makes sense. Both of you are fiercely protective of him, both have had your lives saved by him, both have a history with him, both have very deep emotions for him, and would do anything for him. And normally, I'd sit back and watch your little battle for James's heart. But right now, you share it. It belongs to neither one of you, but both. His heart and emotions are not property. If you need to be reminded of that further, I will bring the others into this. I don't think Nadia or Ina will be very happy with your behavior Ryan, and for you Keith, Hunk, Pidge and Lance will not be very happy. And I can say for a fact, Veronica will rip you both apart if you hurt him." He clapped them both on the shoulder. "Now, go get some sleep, and in the morning, you can wait for James to wake up."
The Ks nodded, and Shiro released them from his grip. "Good. And it might be best if one of you sleeps on the couch tonight. I'll let you decide who."

when they reach their room, Keith grabs his blanket (the red fuzzy one James gave him) and his pillow (with a case Romelle made him). "I'll sleep on the couch. Take the bed." Ryan grunts in agreement, heading to the bedroom. Keith throws on some sweats and flops on the couch, staring at the popcorn ceiling.
James was in the fucking hospital after his dad tried to kill him, (again) and he was directly shocked by electricity, and Ryan was getting mad about the fact that James hadn't told him? That he didn't want to verbally relive the worst parts of his childhood? That he didn't want to dirty Ryan's image of him? He couldn't believe him.
Keith sighed and rolled onto his side, staring at the kitchen. The three of them should be in there right now. Ryan and James cooking while Keith sets the table and does the dishes that they're done with. Then they all sit and eat dinner, and when they're done, they either sit on the couch or in the bed and cuddle while they watch a show or movie. James will fall asleep after maybe an hour and a half, and will cuddle into one of their sides or cling to them as he sleeps. Him and Ryan will coo over him and his messy hair, and how adorable he looks with his lips slightly parted and hair falling around him in a messy halo, his face buried in either the pillow, or snuggled into either one of their shoulders, or their chest.
Him and Ryan would eventually turn the TV off and snuggle into bed with him, and he snuggle further into one of them. Whoever he wasn't cuddling up to threw his arm over the other two and held them. James loved being between them. He got cold easily, and would always steal their hoodies and jackets. He'd nest kind of in their bed on his days off, cuddled up in one of their laps, leaning against their chest.
James liked that too. Being hugged or held from behind. He'd liked it since back when they were first dating. He'd told him (while blushing furiously) that it made him feel safe. Protected. And, according to him, Keith and Ryan were human heaters, so there was a warmth plus. And even though he'd never admit it, Keith knew he had a thing for his abs, and Ryan's arms. Not that James didn't have a very/ nice body, oh yes he did. Curved hips, a sharp jawline and chin, strong thighs and calves, and his ass... Keith smiled to himself. James had a fine/ ass. He had curves and muscles in all the right places. And his eyes...... Keith could stare at them for hours and never get bored. They changed color with his mood, with the weather, in the light, but they were breathtaking no matter what color they were.
And he was so kind. Compassionate, caring, smart, brave. Everything. James was...

perfect.
In every way.

He held back a sob as the image of James being shocked filled his head again. His beautiful amethyst eyes filled with pain and fear, his mouth open in a scream, body rigid as the electricity coursed through him. He held back another sob as red-hot tears began dripping down his face. They began falling quickly, as he tried to shake the picture out of his head.

"Keith? You okay?" Ryan asked, appearing in the doorway. Keith didn't answer, just wiped away his tears. "It's James, isn't it? You're worried about him. So am I. I love him too." Ryan says, stepping closer. "But Shiro's right. We can't let us fighting interfere with our care for James. We can clear up our issues after he's been cleared." Keith nodded numbly, hands still covering his face. He heard Ryan leave the room, and the bedroom door close. He rolled onto his stomach with a sigh, arms under the pillow. He imagined James's soft breathing, and the combined warmth of both him and Ryan with him. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep, dreams filled with beautiful amethyst eyes and soft kisses, loud laughs and wide smiles.

James didn't wake up the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Keith and Ryan took turns staying in the hospital room, Sitting at the foot of the bed or in a chair next to it. On the fourth day, Keith was lying with his head in James's lap, fast asleep, when he felt fingers running through his hair. He groaned and picked his head up, eyes opening, squinting in the bright light. "Mm, too early." He muttered. "Morning sleepy head. Have a good nap?" A comforting voice asked.
Keith's eyes widened and he picked his head up. James smiled at him, eyes shining with amusement. "James! You're awake!"
He pulled him into his arms, hugging his close to his chest. "Hey Keith. I tried waking you. Said your name a few times. You didn't stir, so I let you sleep." James says into his shoulder.

Keith pulls him into his lap, maneuvering them so that his back is in the pillows and James's shoulder against his chest. James looked up at him, and he pressed a kiss to his forehead. James grinned and cupped his face gently with both hands, pulling him in for a soft kiss, lips pressing against the others. Keith hummed into it happily, turning his head to deepen it. He slid his tongue between James's lips, and felt the other smile into the kiss. James pulled away not too soon after. "Mhmm, where's Ryan?" He asked. Keith smiled and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Why don't we call him? I'm sure Kosmo would be happy to bring him here."
James smiled and took the phone, unlocking it. He saw the screensaver for the home screen and laughed. "Really? Ryan in civvies as the lock screen, and me without my shirt as the home screen? Really?" Keith hummed. "What can I say? I like seeing my beautiful boys." He says, placing a kiss to James's hair.
James places the call, turning it to video. "Keith! Hey! Is James okay?" Ryan blurts, appearing on the screen. "Hey Sweetie. Nice to see you." James says with a smile, Keith hooking his chin over his shoulder. Ryan yelps and the phone moves, clattering to the ground. Ryan picks it up, holding the phone close to his face. "James! You're okay!" James chuckled. "Yeah. Are you gonna come visit me or what?" Ryan looked around. "Hold on. I'll be there in a minute, just let me-" A blue light glowed next to him and he yelped. The same blue glow appeared in the hospital room, and Ryan and Kosmo were in the room. "I hate it when he does that." Ryan mutters, turning his phone off and ending the call.
He steps to the bed, engulfing James in a hug. They seperated and Ryan leaned down to kiss him, and James grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. They pulled back, and Ryan brushed some hair out of his face. "We were worried about you. Keith even cried a bit." Keith scoffs, pulling James to his chest again. "I did not." James giggled, and the Ks felt their cheeks heat. "Don't worry Kitten, I won't let anyone else know you have feelings. This stays between the three of us." Ryan sighed and sat next to them on the bed, taking James's hand. "Well, he must be fine now. Already making jokes and making out." "Speaking of which, we should probably call a nurse or something. They're going to want to check on James." Keith suggests. "Mr. Holt came in while you were asleep. Says I should probably be able to leave this afternoon. Thank god for Altean Alchemy."

The trio leaves the hospital later that day, James out of the robe and into some jeans, a blue shirt, and one of Ryan's hoodies. "There he is!" Nadia exclaimed, running over to hug him. He smiled. "Hey Nadia. Ina, Ronny." The three girls had engulfed him in a group hug. "We were so worried. It looked like that shock hurt." Veronica told him. "And the look you gave the guy with the gun." Nadia shivered "I get chills just thinking about it." "I was trying to disintegrate his soul with my eyes. I'm not too sure if it worked."
Lance chuckled, throwing an arm over James's shoulders. "I dunno about that, but the boot to the foot did some serious damage. The guy still can't walk right." James chuckled. "It's good to see you too Lance."
Hunk hugged him next, a wide smile on his face. "You were so brave. I don't know what I would've done if I was in your situation." He pulls back and hands James a small tin container. "And here! I made brownies! I bake when I'm stressed." James smiled at the paladin. "Thanks. I can guarantee that they'll all be gone by morning."
Shiro came forward next, giving James a full body dad hug. "Good to see you back on your feet again. And don't worry, everyone else was taken care of." His tone lowered. "But we will need to talk with Iverson and some of the other officials about it later. But not for a while." James nodded, expression grim.

"Well, as much as I'm enjoying this, we should probably head back to our room now. Sam said he needs to get lots of rest, you know, not put too much strain on his body." Pidge grinned evilly, waggling her eyebrows. "You boys know what that means. No-" Shiro clamps his robotic hand over her mouth before she can continue. "Well, off you go!" "Have fun! But not too much fun!" Nadia called over her shoulder with a wink. James rolled his eyes while the other two blushed a bit.

They got back to their room, and James threw his shoes off before falling onto the bed. "Fuck I missed this. Hospital beds are so hard." Keith chuckled, discarding his own shoes and jacket by the door. "Or maybe you're just picky." James huffed, sitting up. "And here I thought you'd be happy to see me." "We are!" Ryan insists. "Then why are you both way over there and I'm in bed alone?" James teased. Ryan sighed. "I have some work to finish up. It'll take about an hour, maybe two." James pouted. "Boo. I was hoping the three of us could cuddle." "I know Darling, but we can after dinner, I promise." "Okay." James said wearily. Ryan smiled and kissed his forehead. "Don't get in too much trouble while I'm gone!" He calls before shutting the door. Keith grabs the remote and climbs into bed besides James, switching the TV on.
James throws a leg over his lap, cupping his face and kissing him softly, almost innocently. But the slow rocking of his hips tell Keith otherwise. "Mm, James, doctor said you need to take it easy." Keith tells him, reluctantly pulling away. "I know that." James huffed. "Maybe I just wanted to kiss you." "We both know that might lead to something more, and not only could it be bad for you, but we'd be leaving Ryan out too." James sighed before climbing off of him, and leaning his head against Keith's shoulder. "Fine. But I'm picking the movie." "Of course." Keith said, pressing a kiss to his temple.

When Ryan got home that night, he was greeted with the sight of his two boyfriends cuddled up in bed, James curled into Keith's side, whose arm was around him haphazardly. He smiled to himself, taking a picture of it with his phone and sending it to Ina, who responded immediately. "Cute. Guess they listened to Nadia and didn't have too much fun" He shook his head with a smile. "Keith and James? Following orders? They must really/ be tired."
"Mmm, Ryan?" James's sleepy voice asked. He sounded downright adorable, and his hair was a mess as he sat up, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Hey Sweetie. How'd you sleep?" "It'd be better if you were here too." Ryan smiled and kicked off his shoes, lying in bed besides him. James nuzzled into his shoulder, sighing contently, Keith's arm still around his waist. "Night Ryan." He yawned. "Night James."

James woke up to the smell of chocolate chip waffles. He was alone in bed, and Keith's shoes were gone. He crawled out of bed, stretching and yawning. Noticing he was still in his clothes from yesterday, he went to the closet. He discarded his jeans in favor of some black basketball shorts, and threw his shirt in the hamper, pulling on one of Ryan's hoodie, the white Thrasher one.
He went out to the kitchen, and Ryan smiled at him. "Morning Darling. Sleep well." He asked, pulling a waffle out of the maker. James nodded. "Like a rock." Ryan scoffed. "More like a puppy. You two were adorable, all cuddled up."
James rolled his eyes and pulled the milk out of the fridge. "How was your work?" Ryan shrugged. "I would've rather been with you. It doesn't still hurt, does it? Keith says you told him everything hurt earlier." James shook his head. "Nope. But Mr. Holt did have me on a pretty large amount of drugs, so maybe they just haven't worn off yet." Ryan nodded. "Okay. He didn't say anything about you needing any meds, and neither did Alexis or Colleen, so you must be fine." "I am fine. But I'd be better if I could have a kiss." James says, wrapping his arms around Ryan.
The other turns to him with a smile, cupping his face gently and leaning down. Ryan's kisses were always sweet, and he tasted like chocolate. James hummed into it happily, and pulled Ryan back in when he tried to leave. "Mm, James. The waffles." Ryan muttered between kisses. "Mm, your lips taste pretty good." "James..." Ryan trailed off, interrupted by James pushing his tongue between his lips. He grabbed Ryan's collar, keeping him close. Ryan placed his hands on James's waist, warm against his skin, setting him on the counter and pushing him away lightly. "James, we all know that any kissing between us or you and Keith is gonna end up in making out or sex. And that-" He pecked James on the lips "- will not be good for you. But maybe after your next checkup..." He bracketed James against the counter, and looked into him amethyst eyes with his hazel ones, which were clouded. "We can have some fun. Something all three of us will enjoy." James smirked. "Maybe I can go for a ride. But then, I might be tired, and have to lie down." James caressed Ryan's cheek as he said this, and the other man shivered.

Normally, James would ride one of them, and the other would fuck him into the mattress. Sometimes they'd both fuck him, either on his back or his stomach. James's personal favorite was when they'd spitroast him. (Getting fucked in the ass and in the mouth @ the same time)He knew they liked it too. He, bashfully, would whimper if either or them pulled out, which they sometimes did if Keith and Ryan switched places, one starting in his ass and ending in his mouth. Sometimes, after missions, when they were full of adrenaline, they'd go multiple rounds, ruthlessly fucking him mean and hard. But he liked it like that. Him and Keith went at it more often than him and Ryan, but they blamed that on Keith's Galra genes. Stamina and size. Who was James to complain about that?

"Ry, please tell me you're not fucking him on the counter. I don't want to explain to Hunk again why we need his industrial kitchen cleaner." Ryan laughed and pulled back as James flushed, looking down. "That wasn't me, that was you. I just walked in on it." "Yeah, and jacked off to me plowing James's ass against the counter." "Keith! Ryan!" James whined, burying his face in his hands. "You know, that's kinda what you sounded like. But it was more needy. More whiney." Keith said, going over to James. "Jackass." He spat, glaring at his violet-eyed lover, whom smiled at him smugly. "Aw, come on Jamie, don't be mad." He crossed his arms, not meeting Keith's eyes. "Jamie, please don't be mad." Keith said, sitting on the counter next to him. "You know I hate your teasing." He mutters. "You thought it was funny in high school." "In high school I wasn't almost getting killed every day and didn't have a shit ton of paperwork. My sense of humor is dried up." "But Jamieee." Keith whined, leaning on him.

James wouldn't look at him.
"Jamie." "Jamie." Keith shook his shoulder. "Jamie, please look at me." Ryan chuckled, taking another waffle out. "James, might want to do it. Keith isn't very nice when he's deprived of our attention. I have reports from Nadia and Lance to prove it." James sighed dramatically and looked at Keith. "What?" Keith pecked him on the lips. "Hey." "Hey." "Come here often?" Keith asked. James started laughing, leaning into Keith's shoulder. "You sound like Lance." Keith chuckled. "Got you t smile, didn't it?"
"Breakfast." Ryan called, handing them some plates with chocolate chip waffles on them.
"Yay! Thanks Ryan." James cheered. "Anytime." Ryan replies, kissing his forehead before taking a bite of his own waffles.

SMUT AHEAD- hard then fluffy

Keith nipped at his neck and collar bone as Ryan ran his hand down James's thigh. He shivered at the touch, and gasped, arching his back when Ryan slipped his fingers up into his boxers. Keith smirked against his neck and slipped a hand into James's boxers, grabbing his shaft. James bucked his hips into the touch, moaning a bit.
"Looks like our Baby boy is a little sensitive tonight. Maybe we should just give him what he wants now." Ryan suggests, brushing a finger against James's hole. "We have to prep him first. What do you think? With our tongues or our fingers?" Keith asks. James pushed him hips against Ryan's finger, and he chuckled. "Fingers it is."
They pulled off his boxers and Keith backed away as Ryan spread James's legs apart.
He pushed into the tight ring of flesh, quickly adding a second finger. "Ryan, please, more." James pleaded, rocking his hips. "You know Keith, I think we should just give it to him now. Our Baby boy does like it rough." "Alright. Who do you want first? Me or Ry?" Keith asked. "You. Wanna- ungh!" Ryan had hooked his finger into his prostrate, massaging it gently. "Ride you. Want to ride you." Keith grinned, lying back on the bed and pulling himself out. "Alright. Come here." James threw a leg over Keith, leaning down to kiss him roughly. Keith kissed like he fought, fierce and without mercy. He ground up into James, who moaned into the kiss. The rough denim of Keith's jeans brushing against his hole.
He pulled back and lined himself up with Keith, slamming down. He threw his head back and moaned as Keith filled him up. Keith grabbed his waist in a bruising grip, helping James ride him.
James moaned loudly, chanting his name under his breath like a prayer. "Fuck, Keith.. Keith, Keith, Keith!"
Keith felt the familiar heat pool in his stomach and moaned. "James, I'm gonna-"
The other smiled down at him, slowing his pace and ripping Keith's orgasm away from him. "Bastard!" He growled.
James slowed even more, rising so that Keith dragged out of him slowly before lowering back down so that Keith's tip barely brushed against his prostrate. He seated himself on Keith, stopping his movement altogether. "James!" Keith growled, trying to buck his hips.
"Mm, no." James told him, pushing down on his hips. "I want to try something."
"Like?" Ryan asked.
James blushed. "I want both of you. At once." "Inside you?" Ryan asked, eyebrows shooting up. James blushed even more. "Yes." "But what if we hurt you?" Keith asked, caressing his thigh. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. And I'll be fine." Keith and Ryan exchanged a look before nodding. "Okay." Ryan pulled down his fly, pulling himself out of his boxers. He pressed his tip to James's hole, who shivered at the touch.
"If it hurts, you tell us, okay?" Ryan said, pressing a kiss to his temple. James nodded.
Ryan continued pushing into him, until he was balls deep, just like Keith was. James threw his head back and moaned loudly.

Both of their tips were against his prostrate, prodding at it lightly. "You good?" Keith asked, sitting up. "Y-yeah. M-move." James ordered. Keith pressed a soft kiss to his lips as Ryan began rolling his hips. James whimpered into the kiss as Ryan started slowly thrusting in and out. The movement sent shivers down both Keith and James's spines. The movement within James sent shocks of pleasure up his spine. "Fuck..." He hissed. "You okay?" Keith asked, looking at him with those beautiful violet eyes. He nodded. "Yeah. Just- fuck!" Ryan thrust forward, and both their tips hit his prostrate, and James scrambled to grab Keith's shoulders, leaning his forehead against the other's. "So good. Feels so good." James stuttered.
"Do you want it mean Baby boy?" Ryan asked, pressing gentle kisses to the back of his neck. "Please." James whimpered.
Ryan pulled out and began slamming into him, and James dug his nails into Keith's shoulders.
After a few powerful thrusts, Keith started fucking James in time with Ryan's thrusts, and he whimpered. "Hey, come on Jamie, look at me." Keith murmured.
James met his eyes, tears twinkling like diamonds in his eyelashes. "You're doing good. So fucking good." James nodded, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. Keith kissed them away as him and Ryan's thrusts slowed. James came with a cry, all over their chests. Ryan buried his face into James's neck as he came, Keith coming not too long after. He pressed light kisses all over James's face, brushing his lips over his gently as Ryan kissed the back of his neck and shoulders. Ryan pulled out first, then Keith, and James whimpered at the emptiness. Keith laid down and pulled James ontop of him, kissing his forehead.

"I'm never gonna be able to come without one of your dicks ever again." James muttered. Keith and Ryan laughed as Ryan went to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. James rolled off of Keith and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Ryan helped Keith wipe off, stealing kisses in the process. He went to clean himself off, but James grabbed his wrist to stop him. Ryan raised an eyebrow as James got down on his knees, looking up at him with doe eyes before taking him into his mouth. Ryan's eyes widened and he grabbed James's hair as he hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head. He swallowed Ryan down, sucking him off and swallowing his cum.
He pulled off of him with a pop, leaving Ryan's shaft completely clean. He licked his lips and smiled up at him mischievously.
"I cleaned you off, you do me." He ordered, lying on his stomach on the bed and winking over his shoulder.
Ryan obliged and ate him out, causing James to grip the sheets and arch his back with breathy moans. Keith chuckled. "And you guys say /I'm/ horny. James is insatiable, and you'll give him anything he wants." Ryan smirked at him as James let his head fall onto the bed, eyes clouded with pleasure. "Who am I to tell our Baby boy no?" He said, kissing James's back softly.
"Shower now, or later?" Keith asked. "Bath." James mumbled. "I'll get it ready." Keith said, giving them both a kiss.

He disappeared into the bathroom, and they heard running water. James rolled onto his back and Ryan propped his chin on his chest. "Get what you wanted?" James nodded, brushing some hair out of Ryan's face. "And more. I'd been wanting to do that for a while." Ryan grinned. "Since when?" James blushed. "A few weeks into us dating." Ryan chuckled. "Been waiting for us ruin you that long, huh?" James hummed. "It was worth the wait. But I don't think I can walk." Ryan smiled and kissed him softly. "Luckily, we have the weekend off, so you don't have to worry about that." "Hey babes! I got the bath ready. Get in here before it gets cold." Keith called. Ryan scooped James up in his arms, holding him bridal style and heading into the bathroom. He sat in the tub, James in his lap and leaning against his chest, tracing patterns in the bubbles. He massaged Keith's scalp, helping him wash his hair as Ryan massaged his shoulders.
James also not too innocently pushed his ass into Ryan's crotch, which lead to bathtub sex and Keith jerking off to the two of them. The water had cooled by the time they got out and cleaned, and James was physically unable to walk.
Ryan and Keith cracked up at it, and James pouted as he tugged Ryan's hoodie on, the white Thrasher one. Keith carried him to the couch, where he crawled into Ryan's lap. Keith went to the kitchen and grabbed some sodas, Cokes for him and Ryan and a Pepsi for James, who fell asleep after maybe half an hour into their movie. It was an action one, but inbetween all the fight scenes were long, drawn-out, monotone conversations. He leaned back onto Ryan's chest, lips parted and drying hair matted to his forehead.
Keith chuckled at the sight. "I don't think there's any favoritism here." Ryan grimaced. "Yeah. Sorry about that." "It's okay. I get it. Just-" Keith sighed. "Don't tell him. All that stuff, that us and his father talked about, was a long time ago. It was.. hard, on James. I don't think he's ever accepted it, or ever will. And it-it's hard for him to think, much less talk/ about. But when he's ready-" He took Ryan's hand in his own "He'll tell you." Ryan nodded, and Keith stood, kissing him softly. "I'm gonna get a blanket. Do you want one?" Ryan shook his head, patting down some of James's hair. "I'm fine." Keith nodded and retreated into their room, returning a minute later with is red fuzzy blanket. He laid on the couch, head on James's chest. He closed his eyes and yawned. "Goodnight Ry." "Night Kitten."

Keith passed out, nuzzling into James's chest. James hardly reacted, just hummed and wrapped an arm around Keith's shoulders.
Ryan smiled to himself, and down at his beautiful boyfriends. They looked so at peace when they slept. And Ryan was the only one who got to see them like this. With their guard completely down, completely relaxed, at peace. And he loved it. He loved them.

And he was going to tell them.