Fwb au
James kissed Keith roughly, pushing him down onto the bed and crawling over him.
Now, Keith had originally asked him over to talk, but he was more than fine with fucking. James tugged his pants down, and was soon lining his hole up with Keith's shaft. "James, wait, I haven't-" Keith started, but he cut himself off with a low moan. James had sunk down, and he'd immediately bottomed out. James rode him mercilessly, and he barely had time to breath between moans and gasps.
He dug his finger nails into James's thighs, helping him keep his demanding pace. He started to slow as he got closet o his climax. His moans were cut off by muttered cures, and his whines turned needier, more higher pitched. He dropped his head, still trying to keep his pace. "Fuck.." he said as he slowed.
Keith growled and flipped them, slamming into James brutally. "Fuck, Keith.." he moaned. he sounded so fucking wrecked, so fucking sexy, and those amethyst eyes were half lidded as they stared up at him, sweat on his sun kissed skin, muscles straining as Keith slammed into him. "Ah, Keith!" James shouted as he came, covering both of their chests. Keith came with a grunt, burying himself deep inside of James.
He pulled out, and flopped on the bed besides James, who immediately snuggled into his side like he always did. "Sorry. I just- I need your dick in me three hours ago." Keith chuckled. "Why? He being stupid again?" James sighed. "Yeah. I don't think he even realizes I like him. But I'm being pretty obvious." Keith hummed, playing with the tips of James's hair.
Ever a perfectionist, it was neatly trimmed, with little tufts at the end. "Maybe he's not worth it." "But he is. And I've waited this long for him to realize. I can wait a little longer." With that, James yawned, and his eyes fluttered closed before he drifted off to sleep. Keith himself fell soon after.
When he woke up the next morning, James was gone. There was a text on his phone. "Sorry about yesterday. Didn't mean to bother you with my problems." Keith chuckled and shook his head. "Np. That's what friends r for, right?" James responded almost immediately. "Yeah."
Keith felt weird. Normally after one of their sessions, he was in a kind of blissed out state, but now his chest kinda hurt. Is this how James felt whenever he left? Maybe he'd have to spend the night next time.
They sat in the hot tub, Keith lazily tracing patterns in the water.
"Keith, put me out of my misery and just ask Lance out already." James says. "No way."
"Then put me out of /my/ misery and ask me out." "Bold of you to assume I'd date you." Keith scoffs.
It's supposed to be a joke, but he sees how James tenses at the statement. "James, I-" "You- you know what? Shut up." James snaps. "I can't believe you." He starts to get out of the tub, reaching for a towel. "James, I didn't mean it to sound like that. It was supposed to be a joke." Keith says. "Well my feelings aren't a joke Keith. They're serious. You always seem to forget that. I'm not just some bang piece, I'm a person with feelings!" James says, wrapping himself in a towel.
"This whole arrangement was your idea!" Keith exclaims. "I thought we were fucking so you could let off some steam, not so you could pretend I was him! I thought maybe you agreed because you might actually care a little bit about me, not because you wish I was someone else!" "James, I don't wi-" "Save it." James says, cutting him off. "I- I can't believe after all the shit you've done that I still have a crush on you."
Keith's shocked by the words. Yeah, he knew James liked him, but he didn't think he like liked him. Wait, so he was they guy James had been waiting for? The one he'd liked for over a year? "James, please, I-" "Just- just save it." James stutters, and Keith realizes he's trying not to cry. He can see the tears and pain in James's normally bright amethyst eyes. It makes his chest ache. "I- I know you don't care. I don't need you to tell me." James retreats into the house, a slight limp in his step from their earlier activities.
Keith sighs and sinks down into the water, shoulders slumping.
He's really messed up this time.
He knocks on Ryan's door, and it swings open. "Hey." He greets. "What do you want?" Ryan asks. "Do you know where James is?" Ran shakes his head. "No. Try asking Nadia." "She won't answer my texts." Keith says. Ryan rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone, tapping it. It chirps, and he nods. "She says he's probably at the ice skating rink. He goes there when he's upset. Why, I don't know, but he does."
Keith parks in front of the rink, opening the door. He walks in, feet making small thuds on the ground.
He sees James skating around, a black hoodie on.
/That's mine./ He realizes as James does a twirl. /we learned that trick together/
James had taught him to ice skate when they were 13. They'd learned and made up tricks, trying to one up the other. But he hadn't been back here since he moved.
He assumed James had forgotten about this place.
James did twirls, jumps and flips, but Keith could see how tense he was. His landings weren't as smooth, his fists and jaw were clenched, and his brow furrowed. His normally bright purple eyes were dark gray, and he wasn't biting his lower lip like he normally did when he concentrated.
On his next turn, the light hit his face just right, and it took Keith's breath away.
Tears sparkled in his eyelashes, like stars in a galaxy. But he was still as beautiful as ever, if not more. Knowing that someone who looked and acted so perfect, wasn't, just added to his charm.
On his next jump, he fell, spinning in a circle as he crouched down. He groaned and grabbed his hair, putting his head between his knees. "Fuck! I used to be able to do that all the time! What the hell happened?"
"Maybe getting your heart broke had something to do with it." A girl says, skating over to him.
She had long blonde hair and pinkish purple eyes. "Romelle...." James starts.
"I'm just saying. Ever since you realized you had a crush on him you've been moodier than usual." She started skating in circles around James, just out of arm's reach. "I know, that you know, that Keith likes Lance. But Lance doesn't like him back. I also know that you know, I know, you and Keith were fucking. And, that last time, something bad happened. Probably something along the lines of him saying you two could never happen or that he'd never go out with you, either before or after you told him you liked him. And-" she skated closer. "I know that even though you're mad at him, you still like him. Upon further inspection, you could say you love him, but he doesn't love you back."
"Romelle..."
"But, you only think that because you haven't had an actual conversation with him about it, and right now you don't know what to do."
"Romelle.."
"But I've seen the way you treat each other. He cares about you, a lot. He values you, your time, and your company."
"Romelle."
"So why don't you just talk to him? He obviously wants to be around you. And he wants you."
"Romelle! Will you just SHUT UP?" James snaps, bringing his head up to look at her.
"James, I was only-"
"I don't care." He says, standing. "I've asked you dozens of times to drop it, to forget about it, to stop bringing it up. But you always do, each and every time I see you! I'm tired of talking about it!"
"You wouldn't be tired of talking about it if you talked to him about it! You want him, and obviously he wants you. So what's the problem?" Romelle snaps.
"HE DOESN'T WANT ME LIKE THAT! He's all but said I'm just someone to fuck and vent to. He has never, not once, ever said he enjoys my company. Or being around me. He's never even called us /friends/. And yeah, maybe- maybe I am in love with him. But it doesn't matter! It's hopeless! He'll never feel the same! Now can you just SHUT UP AND FORGET ABOUT IT? THIS IS WHY ALLURA GETS MAD AT YOU! YOU HEAR SOMETHING, AND YOU DON'T LET IT GO! GOD, YOU CAN BE SO ANNOYING SOMETIMES. ITS LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP! I'M TIRED OF HEARING YOUR STUPID OPINIONS ABOUT ME! JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY!" James yells.
Romelle's eyes narrow. "You know what? Fuck you. I'm just trying to be a good friend and help you, but if you want to go through this alone, be my guest. Just don't come crying to me when you can't handle it anymore." With that, she skates off, getting off the ice. A few minutes later, she's slamming the door to the rink.
James stands alone in the middle of the rink, fists clenched and head down. HIs shoulder shake a bit and he lets out a yell, which turns into a sob, before he falls to his knees.