Story bits

Keith is just trying to get his community service hours done at the local library. But this purple eyed boy keeps showing up, almost every other day.
He's cute. And shy.

He normally wears some variant of skinny blue jeans (which Keith thinks look /very/ good on him) and a tshirt, sometimes with a hoodie or jean jacket. Soft, and silky looking chocolate brown hair tops his head, and he has some bangs that fall in his left eye. He normally goes to the adventure and sci-fi stories or with the astrology and mythology books.
Very quiet. Normally he does the automatic checkout thing, then sits quietly in the corner, reading his book.

Keith's sure he's seen him somewhere before. That hair, that face, they're so familiar.

He's putting books back on the shelf one day when he drops one. The boy startles, almost dropping his own books. He glances over at Keith, a look of confusion on his adorable face. "Are you okay?" His eyes seem to be asking. Keith shrugs as he squats down to get the book, playing it cool.
When he looks up again, the boy is gone.

But that face. Where else has he seen that face?
Then it hits him. He has class with him. But what's his name?

He thinks for a moment. Definitely not one of Lance's friends, if they're anything like him, they're loud and energetic. Not exactly the library type.
Not Hunk, otherwise they'd be in the cook book section, if anywhere.
Pidge likes science, but them and their friends were more robotics and chemistry.
Axca hangs with a tougher crowd, and he doesn't look like the type.

Ugh! Come on Keith, you know this! What's his name?

James! James Griffin! That's his name.
He normally sits in the back of his math class. And maybe his history too.
Keith had seen several people giving the boy more than friendly looks, and knew he was friends with at least two others at school. He could've been very popular, but he was very quiet for some reason.

The next time he sees James in the adventure stacks, he offers him a smile. "Hey James."
His purple eyes widen a bit with surprise. "Hey Keith." He says softly. "That any good?" He asked, nodding to the book James had just taken off the shelf. "Yeah. If you like mythology and dumb adventures."
Keith chuckled. "Maybe I do. Hey, aren't you in my math class?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Why don't you sit with me tomorrow?"
He's noticed James always sits alone. And he wouldn't mind getting to know him better. James smiles softly, blushing a bit. "Maybe I will."

He does. That day. And the next day. And the days after that. They're quiet at first, not doing much beyond acknowledging the other. But one day, he asks James how he's doing, and it sparks something.
He finds himself sitting with James in math AND history, and texting him almost everyday. Little things at first, like what Lance did during science to their experiment, what James's friend Nadia did after her soccer practice, Shiro's fail at making a rotisserie chicken. Just small talk, nothing important. But it never fails to make him smile.
Keith learns more about the boy. The book he's been reading? Part of a series by Rick Riordan.

He begins to sit with James at a table in the back when he's not shelving books, and spends quite a bit of that time learning more about the other boy.

Favorite subject? English. He likes to write. "Can I see it?" He asks, peeking over his shoulder. James giggles as he closes his laptop, a sound Keith's come to love.

"No, nosy." "Someday?" Keith asks. James grins. "Maybe." "That's not a no." Keith notes. "Don't you have books to shelve or something?" James asked, pushing his face away. "Maybe I'd rather spend time with you." Keith replies.
James's eyes widen a bit, and he blushes. "Oh. Um, I like spending time with you too." "I know. I'm amazing, aren't I?" Keith says with a cocky grin. James rolls his eyes. "You're so full of yourself. Now shoo. If Ms. Sanda catches you messing around she won't sign for your hours." Keith chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. Wait, how did you know that?" He asks, leaning forward on the table.
"I volunteer here too. I'm here a lot, might as well get something done." "What days?" Keith asks. "Um, Saturdays and Sundays. Why?"
Keith felt his cheeks heat a bit. "Well, I wouldn't mind having a partner. Shelving partner, I mean."
James grinned. "Sure. I'm normally here by seven." Keith groaned. "Seven in the /morning/? Why?" James shrugged. "Because then there's no one here. Makes it easier." "Ugh. But I don't want to be here at seven."
James thought for a moment. "Okay. Well, then how about we meet at Altea at, say, 7:30 ish, then we walk here?" James suggested. "Sure. See ya then." Keith said, hopping up.
"Bye Keith." James sang, opening his laptop again.

Keith grinned the next morning, actually happy to be up early for once. James already had a table by the window, and waved him over. "Hey." He greeted, sliding into the chair across from him. "Hey. Here." James slid a cup over to him.
He took a sip and sighed. "Fuck, I needed that. How'd you know?" James grinned. "You might've mentioned someone named Lance teasing you for drinking plain black coffee a few times. Now come on." James said, standing. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we get done."
Him and Keith walked to the library, and Keith was surprised to find it empty. "Whoa. You're right. It's a ghost town here this early." "I know."
In less than 20 minutes, they got all the books put away, and had flopped down on one of the back tables. "Okay, now what?" "Now, we do whatever." James says. Keith's eyes light up. "Hey, have you ever ridden one of the book carts?"

And that's how five minutes later, James is riding a book cart down the stacks, Keith pushing it. They're both laughing madly, and when Keith turns the corner, James almost falls off, which sends them into another bout of laughter. They lock eyes for a moment too long and look away, and Keith feels his face heat.

He's walking back on campus after lunch one day when he spots James outside, at the park across the street. He's leaning against a tree, reading a book that's in his lap. "Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Battle of the Labyrinth." He'd checked it out yesterday.
And was he.. he was!
James was wearing glasses. He looked /adorable/.

He ran over and flopped down on the ground next to him. "Hey James!" James jumped a bit, inhaling sharply. "Keith! You startled me!" Keith grinned and leaned on his shoulder. "I didn't know you had glasses." James blushed, pushing them up his nose. "Well yeah, I don't normally wear them. I just forgot my contacts." "I didn't know you needed glasses."
"Yeah, it's weird. No one else in my family has them."
"Why don't you wear your glasses more often?" Keith asked.
"Cause I look weird in them." James muttered, pushing some hair out of his face. "I think you look cute with glasses." Keith said. "Keith!" James whined, covering his increasingly red face. "What? You do. And when you talk about things you're excited about. You get this sparkle in your eye, and you smile a lot, and get this dimple right-" "Ok, nope, that's it." James said, taking his glasses off.
"What? Why? Come on James, put em back on, you look cute." "No. Never again." James declared.
"Aw come on Jamie, put em back on. You look adorable." Keith said, sitting up and shaking James's arm.
"Keith!" James hissed, blushing again.

Fuck, he was cute when he did that.

"I'm what?" James asked, blush deepening. "Oh! I said that out loud." Keith said with a nervous chuckle. "Um, I said you're uh, you're cute when you blush." "O- oh." James said, looking down. "Um, thanks, I guess." He muttered. Keith hummed. "Anytime."
They sat in silence for a minute before Keith spoke up. "Hey, you wanna go get dinner with me tomorrow?" Keith asked.
"What?"
"James, do you want to go get dinner with me tomorrow?' Keith repeated. "Like- like a date?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. Or-or, it could just be two friends going out for food. If you want."
"A date's fine." James whispered.
"Great. Meet me here tomorrow before 6?" James nodded, blushing a bit. "Cool. See you tomorrow." Keith said, pecking James on the cheek. Then he sprung up, walking back into the school.

"So, Keith." Pidge said. "Hmm?" "Who's that boy you kissed earlier?" They asked. Keith froze, and Lance started laughing. "Oooh, Keithy has a boyfriend." He said in a singsong voice as Keith blushed. "No one."
"Really? Cause it looked a lot like James Griffin."
Lance balked at him. "Shut up. James Griffin, quiet kid, nerdy, sits in the back of class all the time? I mean, don't get me wrong, he's cute and all, but really?"
"Oka, first off, he's not a nerd. Second, he's only quiet cause he's shy. Third, he is really cute, isn't he?" Keith gushed. "Yeah! Wait, I know the perfect person for you to talk to this about." Lance said, wiping out his phone and texting someone.
Next thing Keith knows, a girl with dark purple hair is running up to the table. "IS this the one who thinks James is cute?" She asks excitedly. "Yep! Oh, Keith, this is Nadia. Nadia, this is Keith." Lance says.
"Oh, so you're Keith. James has told me about you." She states. "Ooh, he has?" Lance asks. Nadia nods and slides into the seat next to Keith. "Yep. He thinks you're sweet." "Aww!" Lance coos. "Mhmm. But I have to admit, we were a little skeptic at first." "Who's we?" Keith asks. "We is me, Nadia and Ina." A male voice says, sitting across from Keith.
"I'm Ryan. But yeah, when James started texting someone that wasn't us or one of the kids he tutors, we thought something was up. And when we learned it was you, well.. we were a little concerned." He admits.
"Um, ok." "But, we've deemed you worthy to go on a date with our friend." Nadia says. "But let's make one thing clear." Her smile fell and her voice went low. "If you hurt him I will hunt you down and destroy you." The she smiled brightly. "Okay?" Keith nodded. "Good. So, what do you like about him?" Ryan asked, leaning forward on his elbows.
Keith blushed. "Um, everything? He's cute, and sweet, and kinda nerdy, but in a cute way, and he's charming and god I sound like an idiot." He groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"I'm leaving. If I want to deal with Keith's gayness, I'd ask. Later." Pidge says, standing and leaving.

Two versions of their first kiss below

"James, I-" Keith chuckled. "-um, I- look, I think you're amazing. And-and sweet, and cute and you- you're just amazing, and fuck I said that already. Um, James, look- mmph!"
James put his hands on Keith's shoulders, and kissed him softly.
Keith's brain short-circuited, and all he could do was focus on the point where him and James were connected. Slowly, he slipped out of his shock and moved a hand to James's waist and the other to the back of his head as one of James's moved to cup his face. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss for a few moments, before pulling back.
"You were rambling." James said with a soft smile.

Keith grinned and brushed some hair out of James's face, noting how he blushed at the action. He swallowed and began to lean in, and James placed his hands on Keith's chest. "Keith, wh- what are you-" "Shh. Just, trust me." Keith said.
He closed the distance between them, placing his lips softly on James's.
For someone who'd never kissed someone else before, he was surprisingly good at it. His lips fit perfectly against Keith's own, and were soft. And- intoxicating. Keith never wanted to stop kissing him. Tentative hands found their way to Keith's face, cupping his cheeks and holding him close.
They parted, and James's eyes slowly opened. "I- that was- wow." Keith couldn't help but smile. "Shut up." James said as he opened his mouth to respond. "Make me." Surprisingly, James did. He pulled Keith in, stepping back until his back was on the tree. Keith put one hand on James's waist and the other on the rough bark of the tree, leaning into it.
Keith nips at James's lower lip, causing him to gasp, which allows him to slip his tongue between James's lips.

SMUT AHEAD

"James, do you trust me?" Keith asked, looking down at the other. "Y-yeah. Why?" Keith grinned and leaned down, recapturing his lips. he kissed a trail down James's jawline, then on to his neck. James let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he nips at his collarbone. Keith pulled back and tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Can I-?" James nodded, reaching to pull at Keith. "You too." Keith grinned, yanking their shirts off before kissing James again. James's fingers threaded through his hair as Keith slipped his tongue between his lips.
They parted for breath and Keith put his hands besides James's head, staring down at his boyfriend. "Goddamn James. When did you get so fucking hot?" Keith asked, running a hand down James's torso. Lean, with the beginning of a six pack. Surprisingly strong thighs bracket his hips, and a blush works it's way up James's body.
Before James even has a chance to respond, Keith has his mouth on his chest. He gasps and arches his back, fingers grasping the comforter. "K-Keith!"
After abusing his chest and collarbone for a few minutes, relishing the sounds James makes, Keith takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud, and James's back arches again. "Ah, Keith!" James whined, squirming under his lips. His hands threaded in Keith's hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

"Well.." James trailed off, slipping a few fingers under the waistband of Keith's jeans. "Maybe I could do something." "Like?" Keith asked, raising an eyebrow.
James blushed, palming Keith's errection. "I could blow you." Keith's eyes widened, and he blushed. "Well? Do you want me on my knees or not?" James asked, running a thumb over Keith's tip. "Fuck James. Yes."
Next thing Keith knows, James is literally on his knees in front of Keith, his dick shoved down his throat. He has a hand in James's hair, holding it tightly as he bobs his head. His tip hits the back of James's throat, and Keith bucked his hips forward.
James pulled back and coughed. "Shit! James, are you okay?" Keith asked, concern seeping into his voice. James coughed again, and Keith could see tears in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wasn't ready for that." James said. "Are you okay? We can stop if- ah!"
James went back down on him, taking him all the way, even deeper than before.
He had to resist the urge to buck his hips again as James's tongue ran down his length.

But then he couldn't resist it anymore. He fucked his mouth, hand in his hair keeping him in place. James moaned around him, taking it perfectly. "Fuck James... feels so fucking good." He kept thrusting into his mouth, and he felt a heat pool in his stomach. "Fuck James, I'm gonna-" James hummed around him, looking up. "Then do it." Keith could almost hear him say.
He came down James's throat with a low groan, grip on his hair loosening. James swallowed around him, and Keith felt his face flush. He pulled off with a pop, and smirked up at Keith as he tucked him back into his pants.
"How are you so good at that?" Keith asked as James sat in his lap. "One word." James said with a smirk, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Dildos."
Keith let out a low groan. "Fuck, that's hot." "Mm, maybe someday you can fuck me yourself." James mused.

James slipped a finger in himself, gasping a bit. After getting used to the stretch, he added another. And another. Soon, he was three knuckles deep, taking gulping breaths. He pulled his fingers out, having to stop himself from whining at the sudden emptyiness. He reached a shaky hand for the hot red dildo. He knew from the time he blew Keith that it was almost as big as he was, so it would fit his fantasy well. He brushed the tip against his hole before slowly pushing it in. His free hand brushed his hair from his forehead, where sweat had matted it down. "K-Keith.." He moaned, sinking down. /"Fell good Jamie?" "Yeah.." he muttered. He threw his head back when it brushed against /that/ spot. "Fuck..." He trailed off. /"You like that, huh? right there."/ Once he'd adjusted to it, he started pumping it in and out of himself slowly, like he thought Keith would. "Fuck Keith.." He trailed off, going faster. He wrapped a hand around himself, running his thumb over his tip. /"Fuck James. You feel so good. So tight around me."/ "Keith.." He moaned. "Keith! Fuck, Keith!" He fucked himself with the toy, back arching off the bed. He let out a moan when he came all over his hand, and left the toy inside him as he recovered from his orgasm.