[ lance is tired of getting brushed off, of being made to be some joke that no one takes seriously. he has good ideas, and they don't always come in the middle of danger when absolutely nothing else has worked. why won't people just listen to him???
he feels so close to blowing his gasket that he very nearly tugs on his own hair in frustration. fortunately, keith's hand gesture has him actually looking at the guy in the face, and he's so startled by how tense keith looks that it's like a dusting of sand over his own embers.
slowly, he lowers his hands, quieting down till it's just his shallow breathing he can hear. ]
...Dude, are you okay? You look really red.
[ he must be warm too. it has to be the fire then, right? distractedly, lance looks to the waste bucket, and hastily throws a curtain over it to snuff the flames out. the room instantly falls into darkness, but even with the heat from the flames gone, lance can still feel the pricklings of heats linger on his skin. he tugs at the fabric around his neck, bewildered. ]
( the dark is welcomed, but it's not enough. keith blinks rapidly to force his eyes to adjust to the sudden difference. but, at least in the dark he's free to move around without worrying about lance, y'know, seeing something!!!11
okay, so, if he thinks about this: he ate food before lance. so, it stands to reason he was feeling the effects of it before him. fine, fine, fine. that also means when it's over, he'll be first. but, so far, it's not over and keith doesn't know how long it's supposed to last.
keith's natural instinct is to say everything's fine. of course it's fine, don't be stupid!! but, lance is his friend and it's not just "not long ago" it was literally yesterday. this morning? keith doesn't even know the proper time it's been, but the fact of it is, is that lance is his right hand (heh). their relationship has come a long way since they first met, so he should trust he can talk to lance about certain things.
granted, he's not really sure just how far friendship actually carries when the topic of spicy things come up. he's never even talked to shiro about this kind of thing and they're best friends! his hands shake a little and he balls them into fists and finally, )
No. The food, it's— ( hhh nope. it's weird. he can't say it out loud just yet ) that, ( he says, so accusingly, too ) You know.
[ keith ate first, but lance ate more. so the lag in effects isn't that much of a gap, especially now that lance is finally tuning into what's happening to his body. there's a familiarity in the sensations, in that heat pooling in his gut, swirling and swirling like some kind of dangerous storm. suddenly, his bodysuit is far too tight in certain areas, and he's just thankful he's facing away from keith as he struggles to understand what the heck is going on. ]
"That"...?
[ how quickly he forgets what they were just talking about, what he himself had been trying so hard to talk about, when it happened just moments ago! but can he be blamed? when his body is acting in a way he hadn't experienced since he was in his freaking pre-teens.
it eventually occurs to him of course. like a sledgehammer against his brain. ]
Are you telling me we were drugged?!
[ throwing caution to the wind, getting rid of any attempts to even be delicate or discreet about this, lance hastily moves his hand to fold over his crotch, where there would have been a very visible tenting otherwise. ]
( keith groans as he presses the heels of his hands against his eyes hard enough until little burst of color fire off behind his lids. this isn't good. none of it. it hasn't since they got here, but this? this isn't funny, this isn't fair. they have to eat to survive and this is what they do??
what kind of sick game is this!!!
the attempt is made to begin pacing, but wow that was the wrong idea because that suit just drags over his skin and his manties drag over his cock. wow. yup. he sucks in a breath and instantly stops moving as he bites his lip so hard he might even draw blood to keep any sound he might make muffled. )
I don't know. If it wasn't that, then it's just the air and then we have way bigger problems than just the food.
[ lance is going through a crisis and keith decides now is the best time to groan. it's not particularly sexual in any way, but the sound is guttural enough that lance swears he can feel it travel right down his spine like a chill. he makes a brief, miserable sound, and hunches over till he's eventually crumbling down to the floor again, knees hiked up in an attempt to further hide his embarrassment. his hands twitch where they remain clutched around him, but he knows if he keeps them there for much longer he's not going to be able to resist doing more touching and god this is the absolute worst. ]
What the heck are we supposed to do?! We can't even trust the food they give us!
( it's not like he means to. but things are just. out of control!!! let him live, okay. he's doing his best and trying not to cause any trouble.
well, any further trouble, since this situation is more or less his fault.
he makes a soft noise again, not even really sure why, just that he's frustrated and mad and annoyed and did he mention frustrated? any other time keith would've exploded and done his best to pick a fight with lance. doing that has always been easy and almost instantaneous. but, keith doesn't do that kind of thing anymore and, honestly? doesn't really want to push on that button. )
Sorry, ( he jingles miserably across the floor ) I should've thought about this.
[ keith's subdued voice is a mellowing one, quickly dousing his own fiery mood into something much more solemn. he sighs. ]
...It's fine. You were just looking out for us.
It's — awkward — but I guess in the grand scheme of things, it's not the worst thing that could've happened. And now we know, you know?
[ and, in some way, lance finds he's kind of... glad. that this happened with keith. sure, this is pretty mortifying, but he can only imagine how extra embarrassing it would be with someone he didn't know.
actually, if he thinks about it some more, it almost makes him laugh. he winds up huffing out a little sound, shaking his head. ]
Heck, I should just pretend I'm thirteen all over again. It's almost familiar.
( it's not fine, it's just one more thing in a string of things that keith's done without thinking or contemplating his actions. no matter how old he gets, he still seems to make these kinds of stupid mistakes. he can just squash it down with all the other stupid things he's done that've hurt or made others feel bad. sometimes he misses being young and stupid and pretending that everything he did didn't hurt him in return.
how is it fair that he feels miserable with a boner? this sucks.
he sighs again and carefully sits down. at least the coolness of the floor helps — barely — against the back of his thighs. there's just the tiniest huff of breath that manages to sound slightly like a laugh. )
Would've figured peaches gave you boners, not apples and grapes.
( an attempt was made. but, then he reaches behind himself and the sound of a zipper opening can be heard like a freaking gunshot. or, at least, that's how it sounds to keith in spite of it actually being a very soft szzz. he swallows thickly. )
It's too hot. ( he offers by way of a sorry explanation. ) This collar around my neck is too much.
[ there's a hollow laugh in response to keith's attempt. An Attempt was definitely Made, and to be honest? it was a pretty good one. if lance weren't in such a delicate situation, he would have rightfully given keith's humor its due praise. but at the moment he can't stop his ears from ringing with the word boner — as if keith putting voice to it somehow makes their reality that much more real — or the very, very obvious sound of a zipper being undone.
he sits up straight, spine going rigid, and it takes all the will power he has not to glance over his shoulder. there are multiple openings to this suit, after all, for ease of convenience so for a wild, wild second, lance wonders just what, exactly, keith has undone
and while the explanation he offers is... comforting, in one way, it's also not all that helpful in another. he rubs his hands over his face, making a pitiful sound behind it. curse his wild imagination, honestly. when will his brain ever give him peace? ]
I'm gonna need you to not say things like that, man...
( eventually, at some point maybe, they're going to look back on this and laugh. imagine! getting sucked (lol) onto some weird planet and eating spiked food so you get turned on. hi-larious, right? but, right now everything seems so weird and Intense and almost like keith is having some sort of outer-body experience.
he blushes furiously, so thankful it's dark and can't be seen (little does he know his face has been flushed for a while and lance likely already saw it — how soon keith forgets lance already asked him about this lmao, but he's not working with full-on brain power right now). and honestly? he has no idea what lance doesn't want him to say anymore. logically he thinks it's boner, because he isn't well versed enough in kink to think about collars in any kind of sexy sense.
so, he rests his elbows against his thighs and proceeds to hunch himself over so he can cover his face with his hands. when he finally speaks up again, his voice is muffled by said hands. )
[ lance, in turn, opts for not saying anything at all too. he doesn't want to accidentally make things even more uncomfortable, even if, in a way, they've both sort of settled into a grim silent understanding. he's still hot all over, but he kind of misses the idle crackling of the fire.
before long, he's rising up to his feet. no amount of meditation or breathing exercises is helping to get rid of this boner, and it's bound to drive him nuts (ha) sooner or later. ]
Well. There's no point in both of us sitting here with problems. [ yeah, no, he's not ready to full on say "boners" so freely, you can't make him! ] I think I'm gonna... see if I can't find a room to — take care of this.
[ he shifts on his feet so he's still somewhat keeping his problem out of sight, while also not really glancing keith's way either. trying to offer up what privacy they can have. is it going to be weird to whack off knowing keith knows what he's doing, even if he is in a whole other room? sure. but some things are just necessary at this point. and, again... there's something comforting about knowing this is all happening with someone who already has a number of reason to think poorly of him, and still doesn't. so. that's gotta amount to something, right?
he makes it to the stairwell before he's turning towards keith again, one hand rubbing at the back of a heated neck. ]
Hey... It might have turned out a little weird, but. You still got us fed, Keith. That's what's most important here.
( keith's feeling like he's going to crawl out of his skin sooner rather than later and is contemplating how to tell lance he's just going to go out for a little bit and pretend that they both don't know what that means. but, lance saves him a little bit of face by going to take care of his "problem" first. and in a way he's grateful for that. he still feels really guilty, but it's mollified, if only for a moment, by lance easing the situation.
he makes a sound of acknowledgment that he heard, but offers no more than that. as soon as he knows lance is gone and out of sight, he's going to bolt out the front and find someplace for himself. it's probably best they don't taint where they're sleeping with their nasties.
but, as he pushes to get up to his feet, lance says something else and keith kind of just stops. he clears his throat. )
Yeah. ( well, on the one hand it's not like they can go without food forever, so they'd have to eat something eventually. but it would've been nice to know before hand so they could've just eaten alone. ) Pretty sure it's more than just a little, but. I get it. ( softer, ) Thanks.
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he feels so close to blowing his gasket that he very nearly tugs on his own hair in frustration. fortunately, keith's hand gesture has him actually looking at the guy in the face, and he's so startled by how tense keith looks that it's like a dusting of sand over his own embers.
slowly, he lowers his hands, quieting down till it's just his shallow breathing he can hear. ]
...Dude, are you okay? You look really red.
[ he must be warm too. it has to be the fire then, right? distractedly, lance looks to the waste bucket, and hastily throws a curtain over it to snuff the flames out. the room instantly falls into darkness, but even with the heat from the flames gone, lance can still feel the pricklings of heats linger on his skin. he tugs at the fabric around his neck, bewildered. ]
What the heck, it's like a furnace in here!
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okay, so, if he thinks about this: he ate food before lance. so, it stands to reason he was feeling the effects of it before him. fine, fine, fine. that also means when it's over, he'll be first. but, so far, it's not over and keith doesn't know how long it's supposed to last.
keith's natural instinct is to say everything's fine. of course it's fine, don't be stupid!! but, lance is his friend and it's not just "not long ago" it was literally yesterday. this morning? keith doesn't even know the proper time it's been, but the fact of it is, is that lance is his right hand (heh). their relationship has come a long way since they first met, so he should trust he can talk to lance about certain things.
granted, he's not really sure just how far friendship actually carries when the topic of spicy things come up. he's never even talked to shiro about this kind of thing and they're best friends! his hands shake a little and he balls them into fists and finally, )
No. The food, it's— ( hhh nope. it's weird. he can't say it out loud just yet ) that, ( he says, so accusingly, too ) You know.
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"That"...?
[ how quickly he forgets what they were just talking about, what he himself had been trying so hard to talk about, when it happened just moments ago! but can he be blamed? when his body is acting in a way he hadn't experienced since he was in his freaking pre-teens.
it eventually occurs to him of course. like a sledgehammer against his brain. ]
Are you telling me we were drugged?!
[ throwing caution to the wind, getting rid of any attempts to even be delicate or discreet about this, lance hastily moves his hand to fold over his crotch, where there would have been a very visible tenting otherwise. ]
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what kind of sick game is this!!!
the attempt is made to begin pacing, but wow that was the wrong idea because that suit just drags over his skin and his manties drag over his cock. wow. yup. he sucks in a breath and instantly stops moving as he bites his lip so hard he might even draw blood to keep any sound he might make muffled. )
I don't know. If it wasn't that, then it's just the air and then we have way bigger problems than just the food.
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What the heck are we supposed to do?! We can't even trust the food they give us!
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well, any further trouble, since this situation is more or less his fault.
he makes a soft noise again, not even really sure why, just that he's frustrated and mad and annoyed and did he mention frustrated? any other time keith would've exploded and done his best to pick a fight with lance. doing that has always been easy and almost instantaneous. but, keith doesn't do that kind of thing anymore and, honestly? doesn't really want to push on that button. )
Sorry, ( he jingles miserably across the floor ) I should've thought about this.
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...It's fine. You were just looking out for us.
It's — awkward — but I guess in the grand scheme of things, it's not the worst thing that could've happened. And now we know, you know?
[ and, in some way, lance finds he's kind of... glad. that this happened with keith. sure, this is pretty mortifying, but he can only imagine how extra embarrassing it would be with someone he didn't know.
actually, if he thinks about it some more, it almost makes him laugh. he winds up huffing out a little sound, shaking his head. ]
Heck, I should just pretend I'm thirteen all over again. It's almost familiar.
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how is it fair that he feels miserable with a boner? this sucks.
he sighs again and carefully sits down. at least the coolness of the floor helps — barely — against the back of his thighs. there's just the tiniest huff of breath that manages to sound slightly like a laugh. )
Would've figured peaches gave you boners, not apples and grapes.
( an attempt was made. but, then he reaches behind himself and the sound of a zipper opening can be heard like a freaking gunshot. or, at least, that's how it sounds to keith in spite of it actually being a very soft szzz. he swallows thickly. )
It's too hot. ( he offers by way of a sorry explanation. ) This collar around my neck is too much.
( lol )
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he sits up straight, spine going rigid, and it takes all the will power he has not to glance over his shoulder. there are multiple openings to this suit, after all, for ease of convenience so for a wild, wild second, lance wonders just what, exactly, keith has undone
and while the explanation he offers is... comforting, in one way, it's also not all that helpful in another. he rubs his hands over his face, making a pitiful sound behind it. curse his wild imagination, honestly. when will his brain ever give him peace? ]
I'm gonna need you to not say things like that, man...
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he blushes furiously, so thankful it's dark and can't be seen (little does he know his face has been flushed for a while and lance likely already saw it — how soon keith forgets lance already asked him about this lmao, but he's not working with full-on brain power right now). and honestly? he has no idea what lance doesn't want him to say anymore. logically he thinks it's boner, because he isn't well versed enough in kink to think about collars in any kind of sexy sense.
so, he rests his elbows against his thighs and proceeds to hunch himself over so he can cover his face with his hands. when he finally speaks up again, his voice is muffled by said hands. )
Sorry. I'm just not going to say anything else.
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before long, he's rising up to his feet. no amount of meditation or breathing exercises is helping to get rid of this boner, and it's bound to drive him nuts (ha) sooner or later. ]
Well. There's no point in both of us sitting here with problems. [ yeah, no, he's not ready to full on say "boners" so freely, you can't make him! ] I think I'm gonna... see if I can't find a room to — take care of this.
[ he shifts on his feet so he's still somewhat keeping his problem out of sight, while also not really glancing keith's way either. trying to offer up what privacy they can have. is it going to be weird to whack off knowing keith knows what he's doing, even if he is in a whole other room? sure. but some things are just necessary at this point. and, again... there's something comforting about knowing this is all happening with someone who already has a number of reason to think poorly of him, and still doesn't. so. that's gotta amount to something, right?
he makes it to the stairwell before he's turning towards keith again, one hand rubbing at the back of a heated neck. ]
Hey... It might have turned out a little weird, but. You still got us fed, Keith. That's what's most important here.
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he makes a sound of acknowledgment that he heard, but offers no more than that. as soon as he knows lance is gone and out of sight, he's going to bolt out the front and find someplace for himself. it's probably best they don't taint where they're sleeping with their nasties.
but, as he pushes to get up to his feet, lance says something else and keith kind of just stops. he clears his throat. )
Yeah. ( well, on the one hand it's not like they can go without food forever, so they'd have to eat something eventually. but it would've been nice to know before hand so they could've just eaten alone. ) Pretty sure it's more than just a little, but. I get it. ( softer, ) Thanks.