jeith | is that alright

is that alright

[It'd been on the back of his mind ever since they agreed that their next step was to return to Earth in order to replace the Castle of Lions, like a ghost silently following him around whenever there isn't something immediately life threatening to hold his attention. For so long he's insisted that there was nothing to go back home to, That by the end of it all he made everyone turn their backs on him and that this was all for the best. It's the only narrative that makes him stop looking at the past and look towards the present and future, and it had served him so well for as long as it lasted.

The return to Earth refuses to be simple though, and barely even before the dust of their destroyed planet had even settled, there'd only been one person in his mind: Griffin. Was he okay? Did he survive this? And then only few minutes later that Garrison car had shown up to pick them up from the ruins of Platt City and that achingly familiar voice had momentarily rendered Keith speechless.

That was just several hours ago, but somehow it feels like a lifetime has passed already between the endless reunions, briefings, status reports and navigating around an entire military's chain of command where it'd only been the paladins before. He doesn't know what to expect from Griffin anymore, but he knows without a doubt that he deserves every single cold look, and grimaces his way through the guy's criticism of his team, somehow knowing it's not even about Hunk, it's him. Griffin wants to yell at him and that's.......

Maybe that's egotistical. Maybe the guy's doing far less thinking about Keith than Keith is doing about him.... and maybe he hopes that's true for Griffin's sake. It's that thought that keeps him from seeking Griffin out on his own. As much as he wants to apologize, he knows not everyone gets to and that not everyone wants one.

Then again that might also just be cowardice in the guise of empathy; Keith doesn't know. But he does know that when Griffin and Veronica turn up unexpectedly at the hangar to help him and Hunk, he's inexplicably, selfishly relieved. They return to the Garrison base without Hunk's parents, but there's a greater sense of resolve in the air. Hunk's going to save his family, they're going to liberate Earth and--]

...James.

[He reaches out grabbing the other boy's arm, heart thudding in his chest.]

Can we talk?

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[His breath hitches audibly at the lick, then his whole body tenses up as heat covers the tip of his arousal.]

A-ah.... James....

[Murmured around his hand still, he grabs at the sheets with the other pulling them tight in lieu of moving his hips. He wants to, but god -- he can't. He knows he can't. It's been so long since they've done this together, and sadly enough he's probably dreamed about this more than they've actually done it together, but that long period of abstinence only seems to amplify the effect that lips and tongue around his cock seems to have.

Sitting up slightly, Keith rests some of his weight on his elbows to watch James touch him, mind racing with too many different hazy thoughts. James is gorgeous, watching him take more of his arousal in his mouth is ridiculously hot and Keith's breathing soon turns to panting.

Should he... should be be saying any of this? He doesn't know, but any attempt he makes at starting to speak simply turns into an unintelligible moan.]

Edited 2019-02-08 23:19 (UTC)

[ James knows his jaw is gonna ache after this, but he's certainly not in any frame of mind to have a problem with that. The way Keith inhales and exhales erratically is hypnotic and looking up at his face from time to time feels incredibly rewarding - even if James wishes he'd stop stiffing himself into his own hand. This is a private luxury room, for once there is truly no concern that anybody could hear them.

Maybe this means he should just up his game. Now that he's adjusted to the size a little, going faster and making more intricate tongue movements is certainly not as much of a challenge anymore.

The only issue is just that every noise Keith makes is making his own arousal strain almost painfully. ]

[As the rhythm picks up, it gets even harder not to buck his hips up to push further. Muscles clenching, his legs press a little into James' sides, and soon the hand he was biting down on starts to hurt. Giving up entirely on that, Keith reaches down to run his fingers over the other boy's jaw, tracing up and down, his touch as erratic as his breathing.]

Nngh... James...

[There's no other word for the way his voice sounds other than needy. He'd have hated sounding like this in the past when he didn't want James to know just how much he wanted him out of so many misplaced fears. Even now, he can hear that edge in his voice, somewhere between pleading and pure adoration, and it sounds so wrong, but everything James is doing -- every movement of his mouth, every lick, every stroke just feels unbelievably right and he doesn't know how long he can hold out here, or what he's saying. His lips move, maybe to start saying James' name again, but he loses composure in the middle of it and --]

...fuck...James, I... nnngh ... so close.

Edited 2019-02-09 04:46 (UTC)

[ James shivers pleasantly at every word coming out of Keith's mouth. To hear him unravel like this... It's making it hard to focus on his movements anymore. Though he'd been meaning to watch the expressions Keith makes as he does this to him, James finds himself closing his eyes and solely focusing on noise and sensation.

The act of giving head is already pretty sexy in itself, but with the fingers tracing his face..... The sentimental touch makes him sigh around Keith.

Despite the fact that his own needs are being completely neglected in this, James feels more blissful than he has in a long while. Keith's warning only makes him put some more effort into swirling his tongue around his reacquired boyfriend's tip while rubbing his hand around the base. Come. Let me hear it. ]

[James isn't showing any signs of slowing down or stopping any time soon, and if anything the sensations only pick up in intensity. Keith's hand slides down, fingers resting the other's shoulder, grip tightening and loosening with each uneven breath. He never needed anything like this to know he missed stupid little things about James, like his smarmy, pretty smile, the way their hands fit into each others when interlaced, falling asleep together in the simulator while they were supposed to be on cleaning duty -- but being together like this really makes everything he's ever repressed float to the surface in ways that leave him a lost, chaotic mess being drawn into waves of pleasure. Keith wants so many things all at once. He wants tenderness, he wants to push deeper into James' mouth, he wants...]

Nnh... James....

[Fingers digging into James; shoulder, he lets out a low, pleasured noise as climax takes over and suddenly there's just nothing but shivering, panting and a kind of tranquilizing bliss.]

[ James makes no move to pull away as Keith comes and he gracefully manages to avoid choking as well. Three years of abstinence and he still retained that skill, he'd pat himself on the shoulder for it if he wasn't so busy being cheesily emotionally immersed in this experience.

He licks his tongue over Keith's a final time, leaving him as clean as can be, and pulls back. Though he swallows, he still has to quickly wipe his mouth with his hand afterwards. This done with, James looks down on his partner and finds himself smiling.

Post-orgasmic Keith is delicious, really. He looks utterly disheveled and spent, perfect body all sprawled out over the bed. It'd be kind of adorable if James wasn't still rock hard and looking at Keith didn't make him feel an incredible sense of wanting. ]

... damn. You're way too pretty...

[It takes him a few moments to catch his breath again, face still flushed and tingling all over. Contented, warm and feeling more at peace with everything that he's felt in months, Keith looks up at James with a softer smile. He looses his grip on his shoulder entirely, and sits up to sweep his fingers over James' cheek.]

You're incredible.

[In the moment that's a little too heartfelt, too earnest, but Keith doesn't care. Distantly he's aware that he should be addressing the other's needs right about now, but for the moment he just wants to look at him. And then he presses theri lips together for a kiss.]

Your turn, huh.

[ The compliment is sweet, even despite its subject matter, and James returns the smile with genuine joy as he leans in to meet Keith halfway for that kiss. Romantic sex like this had been a rarity for them in the day- no, scratch that, it might never have happened, not to this extent. Strange how the night started with him yelling at Keith over all his wrongdoings and now James just feels stupidly in love. ]

Please...

[ There's some pleading in his voice now as well - he's held out for far too long and he wants Keith and he wants him badly and is there really any shame in letting him know that when the atmosphere between them is so intimate and open?

Contrary to his begging though, he pulls Keith back for another, deeper, kiss. It's not been more than 10 minutes long since they last made out, but somehow it feels like an eternity and James just wants that sense of absolute closeness back, where their bodies are pressed together tightly, melting into one unit. ]

[There's no hesitation in wrapping one arm around the other boy's waist and holding him close while they kiss. It's a little strange tasting traces of himself in James' mouth, though he can't deny that some part of him is pleased with that. Drawing back enough to run his tongue over James' lower lip, Keith grins and gently pulls him back down on the bed, on top of him, limbs tangled.]

Have any requests?

[A curious question, followed by a quick kiss. The offer should really make him more nervous because it's been so long, and god knows how much his inexperience is going to show, but for now it's enough to know that it's him that James wants, despite all shortcomings. Keith rolls them over so that it's James beneath him, then steals another quick kiss.]

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[ James considers this for a moment - he could be requesting that Keith repay the favor, but somehow... it's not the right idea for their first night back together. Receiving oral is nothing that makes him think of Keith primarily - other people have done it to him far more often, drowning out memories of the few times he'd experienced it with Keith. It doesn't feel like Keith the way this does, laying buried under his weight, feeling the way their breathing tries to synchronize. ]

Yeah, one.

[ James reaches up to brush through Keith's hair once again. ]

Don't let go.

[ And with that, he leans up to capture Keith's lips in another kiss. ]

[Don't let go, huh. Out of all the possible requests James could have made, that's the one James chooses to go with? Keith isn't complaining -- far from it actually, but the gentle sentimentality is such a striking contrast to how things between them had started that his heart aches a little as he kisses back.

Don't let go. Make up for letting go all those years ago amidst a whirlwind of emotions he had no idea how to handle. Make up for something that maybe there is no making up for, but try to anyway by showing James just how much he'd been missed. How much he's wanted. It's everything he wanted from James and never knew he had when they were younger, and now that he knows better, he doesn't want James to feel the way he used to.

Keith breaks the kiss briefly, drawing back only enough to whisper audibly:]

I'm not going anywhere.

[Parting his lips, Keith deepens the kiss, moving a hand down James' side, fingers curving over hip bone to close around the erection pressed between them. Experimentally he starts giving a few slow strokes.]

[ The attention to his privates was long overdue and it's plain to feel by the way James tightly grips Keith as soon as the other starts moving his hand and plain to hear by the way he moans helplessly into the kiss.

James has been wound up far too much for far too long and now that Keith is actually giving him any kind of stimulation, it's near overwhelming. The best thing to channel his passion into is the kiss and so he does, sucking and playbiting in equal measures.

Keith. Everything feels like Keith in a way that's melancholic but for the first time in years doesn't leave him longing. All this time, James' life had been plagued only by disappearances, by creeping loss. Keith had only been the start, his planet had followed and then bit by bit more and more of the people he survived alongside. 3 years, James hasn't known anything but the feeling of a world fading slowly around him. Now, for the first time since Veronica miraculously showed in the hangar, he's regained something. Keith has returned to him, Keith is his again and maybe always has been. There's a joy in that that James is not sure how to speak.

Yet, he does, though it is only mumbled against Keith's lips quietly, hard to understand. ]

Ah....I love-- you...

[James feels and sounds amazing. Even as the exhaustion he's been ignoring all day for the sake of being functional in meetings and secret night missions is starting to finally catch up with him in his post-climax haze, Keith can't help feeling an edge of desperation in his own actions again. He wants James to make more of those gorgeous sounds and --

I love you.

The words make Keith pause, half wondering if he'd just misunderstood. Perhaps it'd been meant more like a I love what you're doing -- at least that one would be easier to reconcile with everything else that'd happened today. Either way, Keith knows better than to be happy about this -- really, he does. But fuck if any part of him really cares about that right now. Heart skipping beats again, Keith resumes stroking, a little faster this time, teasing around the tip before sweeping down towards the base and back up in a more insistent motion. Murmured back between breaths:]

Love you too.

[It's stupid how easily the words come to him now when it was paralyzing to even think about saying them years ago. It's arguably even stupider to say it now, but Keith refuses to regret saying it. He should've said this back then, and for all he knows Sendak could fry the planet at sunrise. Keith catches James' lower lip between his teeth, then pulls back enough to speak more clearly.]

So much.

[Then right back to kisses, right back to focusing on moving his hand on James' arousal. Right now at least, it doesn't matter why James said I love you; he feels better for having said it outloud himself.]

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[ James never thought he'd ever hear those words in Keith's voice and maybe it's for the best that he isn't in any state of mind to think too deeply about it right now. What he feels is all those nice overwhelming sensations that come with being touched and an admission of love just feeds into the building pleasure here.

He's reduced to moans and shivered, uselessly moving his hips against Keith's hands. There's no shame in that now. Coherence can be an issue for later, right now James wants relief and his relief lies deep within all that Keith has to give him.

His climax hits him not too long after. James grips Keith's shoulders tightly, holding him close and lets his head fall back fully onto the mattress to release a flurry of sighs and groans. His whole body feels heavy and light at once and for a moment he keeps his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling as his breathing slows down a little.

Eventually, he opens his eyes to smile up at Keith in blissful silence ]

[....God, James sounds nice like that. They usually had to be quick and quiet in the past, and getting to hear how James feels just adds so much more intimacy to the experience than just heavy breathing and then a sticky mess. His hand's covered in warm fluid now, and when he lets go of James it only spreads more.

He needs to get up and clean them off with a tissue or something, but Keith lingers instead, looking down at James who looks even more attractive for how dishevelled he is. Far from the perfectly groomed, perfectly tidy boy everyone else knows him as. Keith smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.]

You always look so good afterwards.

[ James smiles wider at that, amused and delighted by the display of affection. ]

... mhmm, you've really turned into a flatterer.

[ And that should feel a little strange, but right now -in the post-coital stage- everything feels perfect and like it was meant to be. James hasn't been this fully and completely happy in a long time. ]

[Keith straightens u[. laughing a little quietly at that.]

Nah. Couldn't flatter anyone to save my life. Just being honest. Since you asked for it.

[Reaching across the bed to grab a handful of tissues from the side table, he starts wiping his hands, then turns back to start cleaning off James' stomach..]

I can stop any time.

[ James props himself up on his elbows, but he's perfectly content just letting Keith do the clean-up work. ]

You better don't, I'm perfectly ready to get used to this.

[ As weird as the discrepancy between current Keith and the Keith of his memories is, James is definitely down for Keith telling him how attractive he is. It matters more when Keith says it than anyone else because Keith is the one he's wanted to hear this from for so long. ]

All of this, really.

[Seeing as James is making absolutely no moves to clean himself up at all, Keith simply reaches between his legs with a tissue and gives him an unnecessary stroke to wipe him off.]

Maybe if you're good.

[The teasing smile stays in place for a second or two, then mellows again. Reaching for another tissue, he turns his attention towards cleaning himself off.]

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--whoa.

[ He should have really seen this tug coming, but somehow he didn't. The words following this make him laugh, however. ]

If? I recall the word 'incredible' tossed around earlier.

[Satisfied that they're both clean now, Keith eyes the trash can that is... well, too far away by default simply by not being within arm's reach. He scrunches up the tissues into wads, clearly not wanting to actually get out of bed to dispose of this properly. Before he can really decide what to do though, James gets refocused and for a second Keith just feels irrationally caught. He pauses, avoiding eye contact as his face threatens to turn red.]

Yeah, well....you'd be extra incredible if you threw these out.

[ Ugh, that trash bin is truly way too far from the bed. James stares over at it skeptically, but with a groan he actually moves to get up. ]

... you are so lucky I'm a dutiful and orderly person.

[ Because clearly his soldier discipline is what compels him to toss those tissues out, and not just the fear of embarrassing himself by missing the bin if he tries to toss. ]

[.. someone help him, that actually makes Keith laugh softly. He wasn't expecting James to get up and do that for him and there's just a flicker of genuine endearment.]

Can't argue with that.

[Heartfelt as he slides under the blankets. Sleeping nude isn't really something he does, but he just can't be bothered to get up and put some pajamas on.]

I am pretty damn lucky.

[For a whole host of reasons really. It's not something he would have really thought about his own life back in the day, but perspective's been a doozy. Just this one day's been a doozy.]

Bed's cold without you.

Edited 2019-02-12 03:18 (UTC)

Probably not as cold as standing in your room completely naked.

[ ... so really, James is wasting no time crawling under the blanket next to Keith. Lazily, he places an arm over Keith's waist. ]

... people are going to talk about us in the morning, you know?

[ This doesn't seem to actually distress James any, considering how comfortable he's getting here. ]

[That gets a pause. Keith turns just his face to look at James.]

That matter to you?

[It's a quiet question; Keith's never been bothered with the opiions of other people when it comes to his own conduct, but he knows that isn't so for James.]

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