Jeith detective au
"Lance? What are you doing here?" Keith asked, standing from his desk. Lance smiled and held up his bag. "Hunk made some chicken alfredo and I thought you might want some." He says, setting it down.
"God yes. I had to skip breakfast." "How come?" Lance asked, sitting in the chair opposite to him. "Some real estate agent was found dead in a apartment they were showing. IT looks like they hung themselves, but bruising and scratch marks on their neck say otherwise, so we're treating it like a homicide until we determine otherwise." Keith said, opening the tupperware and taking a bite. "Holy shit. Hunk is a saint." "Can I have some?" Lance asked, peeking at his food.
Keith pulled it close to his chest. "No. Mine."
Someone laughed and came over, setting a file on the desk. "Play nice Keith. He did bring you lunch." Another man said. "Oh! Um, Lance, this is James Griffin, my partner. James, this is Lance. He brought the food." Lance waved at James, who smiled. "That looks good. Did you make it?" James asked, looking from the food to Lance. "Oh, no. Our friend Hunk did." "Hunk. He's the one that works at the restaurant but wants to have his own, right?" James asked. "Yeah. Here, sit." Keith moved some papers, and James sat on the edge of Keith's desk. "And you're Lance. Big family, dancer and into astrology?" Lance grinned. "That's me. How'd you know all that?"
"Keith talks about yal sometimes."
"Yal?" Lance asked with a raised eyebrow. "James's mom was Army. They lived in Texas before New York." Keith answers. "I hear they have good Mexican food and barbecue." Lance says. James sighs. "Yeah. There's nothing like it in New York. I'm this close to driving down just to get some decent chili." As if on cue, James's stomach rumbles. "When's the last time you ate?" Keith asked, looking concernedly at him. "Um, good question. I know I had breakfast yesterday."
"James!" Keith exclaims, slapping his thigh. "I was busy! We had to finish the paperwork for the last case and then we had that real estate agent at 3 o'clock in the fucking morning, and we've been talking to POIs all day."
"James, you have to eat." Keith complains. "When I tell you that you tell me to fuck off and worry about myself." James said with a raised eyebrow. Keith rolled his eyes and stabbed a few pieces of pasta, offering it to James. "Here." James takes the bite in his mouth, eyes widening. "Whoa." Keith grins up at him. "Right?"
"Wait, so he can have some of your pasta, but I can't?" Lance asks. "Yeah, pretty much." Keith answers. Lance pouts a bit as Keith and James laugh. "You want some more?" Keith offers. "Yes, but you don't have to feed it to me like a baby. I'll find a fork in the breakroom. Um, should I get one for Lance too?" James asked as he rose. "Nah, I ate lunch already. Thanks anyway."
James walked away, and the two other men watched him go.
"You have a crush on him." Lance says the second Keith looks back at him. Keith scoffs. "I'm a 23 year old man Lance. I don't get crushes. Besides, James is just my partner." "Whom you share your food with and let sit on your desk."
"So?"
"So you don't even let Shiro do that, and you've know him forever."
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"So, what's so important that we couldn't talk about this at the bar?" James asked, sitting on the couch next to Keith. "Um, it's not really something that you, uh, talk about, exactly." Keith says. "Then what is it?"
Keith studied James's face for a moment before leaning forward. James melted into it, cupping Keith's face gently. "That's it?" James asked when they pulled away.
Keith growled and leaned in again, slipping his tongue into James's mouth. They kissed fiercely, stealing each others breath. James climbed into Keith's lap, pressing their hips together with a groan. James began rolling his hips, grinding against Keith, who broke the kiss with a moan. He panted against James's neck, his growing boner pressed against his ass. "Fuck Keith. You must be huge." James groaned, grinding into him. "Can't wait to have you in me."
"Then lets head to my room." Keith said, standing and carrying James by his ass. He made a surprised noise and wrapped his arms around Keith's neck. Keith deposited James on the bed, climbing on top of him. "Fuck, that was kinda hot." James said before grabbing Keith's collar and kissing him again. Keith smirked against his lips, grinding down on him. James moaned and spread his legs eagerly, moving his hips against Keith's.
He turned them over, straddling Keith and undoing his shirt buttons, kissing down his neck and chest. He nipped at his collarbone and Keith gasped. James smiled against his skin and littered his chest with small bites and kisses. He got to Keith's belt and looked up at him questioningly. "Fuck James, yes."
James made quick work of his belt and fly, pulling Keith out of his boxers, eyes widening. He tongued at the slit before taking the head into his mouth, making Keith groan. He bobbed his head and took more and more of Keith in until his nose was pressed against Keith's stomach, swallowing a few times. Keith gasped and bucked his hips, making James moan.
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"Hey, where'd Keith and James go?" Nadia asked, looking around. "I don't know." Allura says. "They were here a minute ago." "Keith said he needed to talk to James about something. Maybe they went somewhere more private?" Lance suggests.
Pidge chuckled and took a sip of their drink. "Talking probably won't be the only thing they do."
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James arched his back and moaned beautifully as Keith slammed into him from behind, clenching the sheets in his hands. "Holy sh- oh!"' James moaned, burying his face in the pillow. "Keith! Keith groaned and thrust harder, balls slapping James's ass. "Fuck, do that again. Say my name like that."
James panted wordlessly, and Keith growled, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up. James scrambled to find purchase on the bed as Keith kept pounding into him. "Ah- a- Keith! Oh god Keith, just like that. Just like that." James moaned. Keith let go of his hair and grabbed his hips, pulling them back to match his thrusts. "Fuck Keith. Just like that. I'm close. Fuck, I'm so close." A few more thrusts and James came, moaning Keith's name and clenching around him.
He whimpered as Keith kept slamming into him, chasing release. "Keith! FUCK Keith!" James moaned.
"I'm close. Can I- ah- come inside you?" "Please." Jams whined, pushing his hips back. Keith's rhythm stuttered and he slammed into James one more time before coming, emptying his load in James.
Then they collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.
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Keith woke up to the back of James's head, arms wrapped around his waist. He realized the warmth around his length was because his cock was still in James's ass. He tried to pull out gently, and not to wake James. But the second he started to pull out James groaned, clenching around him. "Fuck." He muttered.
He began slowly rocking his hips, which got him a few sharp inhales and groans, but he managed to get out of the bed without waking James. He covered him with a blanket, smirking as he saw the numerous hickeys he'd left on his neck.
He went to the kitchen and made some coffee for the two of them, and found James waking up when he got back. "Morning." He said, placing a kiss on James's forehead. "Hey. Thanks." He took the coffee from Keith and sipped it slowly, recoiling a bit. "Wow. Is this black coffee?" Keith nodded and sipped his own. "I still don't know how you drink this." "You swallow, but think black coffee is gross?" Keith teased. "I didn't hear any complaining last night." "That was different."
"Really? How?" Keith shrugs. "Well, I was trying to get my dick in your ass."
"Your dick was in my ass all night." Keith flushed. "You noticed?" "You mean did I notice your morning wood slowly pulling out a few minutes ago? Yes, yes I did. Only question is how you want me to get rid of it." James purred, taking Keith in his hand. "What are you in the mood for?" Keith asked. "Anything." Keith smirked. "Anything?"
"Anything." James repeated, meeting his eyes.
"Come here." Keith pulled James into his lap, then reached for the bottle of lube. He poured some liquid on his fingers and gently pressed them into James's hole. The other man shivered, pushing back on his fingers. Once he determined that James was properly stretched, he removed his fingers, relishing in the whine he got. "Ride me pretty boy." James shakily rose, lowering himself onto Keith's cock. He bounced slowly, speeding up once he got comfortable. "Fuck James. You have no right to be this hot." James moaned and looked down at him through half lidded eyes, pushing his hair out of his face. "Keith..." He moaned, throwing his head back. "Motherfucking- you're huge." James panted as he bounced on Keith's cock, hand on his stomach. "Holy shit Keith. I-" He rolled his hips and his breath hitched. "Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk."
Keith reached between them and palmed at James's cock as he moaned, pushing into the touch. "God Keith, I'm so close." Keith began jerking him off and snapping his hips up in time with James's thrusts, and they came at almost the same time.