A different kind of reward system
(Hunk, Keith and Lance are in their normalclothes, but Keith's red jacket got too small so he's not wearing it, Ryan has a dark green shirt and blue jeans)
Keith groaned when he saw the pile of books. "Homework? I thought I was done with this." "Command wants up to be able to speak and read both Altean and Galran. This is what we have to do." Hunk says with a sigh.
"Remind me why we have to learn using books and not just programs?" Lance asks, sitting in one of the chairs.
"At least we can wear civvies. Do you have any idea how hard it is to study in our uniforms? They're so stiff." Ryan comments, sitting next to Lance. "Where's James? " Keith asks him. "Dunno. Why?" "I call James as my study buddy!" Keith declares. "What? No fair!" Lance whines. "Why's that an issue?" Ryan asks.
Hunk chuckles. "Right, you didn't go to our Garrison school. Well, Keith and James were top of class. James had better grades, Keith was a slightly better pilot, they argued, teachers forced them together, yada yada yada friendship and rainbows, James is smart and helped Keith not flunk out." "Exactly! He's a giant nerd! It'd be easy learning all of this if he helped."
"If who helped?" James asked, coming in.
Like the other boys, he had jeans and a tshirt, but unlike Hunk, Keith and Ryan, he's wearing a black hoodie ontop. Lance, of course, has his olive green hoodie on.
"James! Can you be my study buddy? Please?" Keith asks, and James chuckles. "Sure." "But you're gonna help the rest of us too, right?" Lance asks. James shrugs and sits next to Keith. "I don't know. Should I?" He asks innocently. "I mean, can't the infamous Tailor do it himself?"
Hunk laughs at the statement as Lance pouts. "One time. I said it one time." "A day." Hunk adds. "On the first day in fighter class, you literally introduced yourself as "The Tailor" because of how you "thread the needle"." James points out. "Dude, why?" Keith asks. "Trying to flirt." Hunk says. Ryan laughs. "With James?" Lance flushes as James grins. "What can I say? I'm a likeable guy."
"Come on, let's just get this over with." Lance grumbles, picking up a book.
An hour later, they're stumbling through basic verbal Altean phrases. Coran comes in, and hears Keith say something. "Keith my boy, are you sure you said that right?" He asks, stepping behind his chair. "Depends. What did I say?" "Something very rude about Ryan's hair."
The others laugh as Keith groans. "I think it's" James says, followed by the same phrase, but pronounced differently. Coran nods, clasping his hands together. "Yes! That was excellent my boy! Good job!" He says, ruffling James's hair as he beams up at the mustached man. "No fair! James has spent more time with the Alteans, of course he'd pick it up faster." Lance whines. James sticks his tongue out at him, and Lance gasps as the others laugh. Keith mumbles something in Galran, and both Coran and James laugh.
"Now Keith, play nice." Hunk scolds playfully. "I am. It's not like Lance understood what I said." Keith points out. Lance mumbles something in Spanish, and James laughs again.
"Don't tell me you speak Spanish too!" Lance whines. "No, but Veronica curses at us enough that we know which words are nice and which aren't." Ryan says. "Come on boys, get back to studying. You won't learn by sitting around lollygagging." Coran says before stepping out.
More time passes, and Keith sighs, raking his hands through his hair. "I hate homework." He mutters. "Come on Keith, it's not that bad." Hunk says. "At least now we can kind of read it." "It still looks like a bunch of weird symbols." Keith says. "Well, you already know Galran, right?" James says, scooting his chair closer to the other. "Yeah. Why?" "Well, maybe if we try and find the stuff that's similar between the two, it'd be easier for you to learn." James suggests, flipping through one of the books.
"Can we use the old reward system?" Keith whispers. "Do you still want the same reward?" James asks. "Well, I wouldn't say no.." Keith trails off. "Then sure." James says with a grin.
"What are you guys whispering about?" Lance asks. "Smart person stuff. You wouldn't get it." Keith says, brushing him off. Lance glares at him while the others laugh.
Half hour later, and Keith shoves his paper in James's face. "Done." "Then check it." James says, pushing his hand back. Keith puts and runs it through the program on his phone. "Hah! All right! Do I get my reward now?" Keith asked. James smiled. "Yes." He cupped the scarred side of Keith's face gently, and leaned forward.
They kissed, and the others balked at them.
"What the fuck?" Lance asked. "THAT'S your reward system?" Ryan asked. James blushed a bit and Keith grinned. "It's a great motivator. James is a really good kisser." Hunk chuckled and shook his head, going back to his work.
And so this continued. Every time Keith finished a page of translations, James gave him a kiss.
"Dude, really?" Lance asked when one lasted longer than the other, and he caught a glimpse of tongue. "It's our system. Don't question it." Keith states. On the next kiss, Keith pulls James into his lap, so that he straddles his hips. James's hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Keith's hands dug into his hips, holding him in place.
"Get a room." Lance groans, adverting his eyes as Ryan and Hunk chuckle. Keith and James seperate, smiling giddily at the other. They exchange unheard words and Kosmo appears besides Keith, who yanks James into another kiss as he grabs his fur, teleporting them out of there.
"10 bucks James can't walk tomorrow." Ryan says. "20 we don't see either of them for two days." Hunk says. "Aw guys, gross." Lance groans.
But when he's going down the paladin's hall, on his way to his room, he passes Keith's door. The sounds he hears make him freeze.
"Fuck, Keith..." He hears James moan. "Fuck James, look at you. Riding my cock like you were born for it." "I-ungh- can't believe you're still hard. B-blew you then you-you pounded me in-" James cut himself off with a low moan. "-into the mattress. " "Not my fault you're so fucking hot. And that ass of yours, perfect for fucking."
Lance's eyes widened and he runs back down the hall and to the meeting room where Ryan and Hunk were. They took one look at him and laughed. "Let me guess, you walked in on them?" Ryan asks. "No, he heard them through the door." Hunk suggests. "And they weren't on their first round, and now you're traumatized and will never look at either of them the same again. Plus, you two owe me 20 bucks. "