What Really Happened in the Elevator...klance

What Really Happened in the Elevator...

What really happened in the elevator...

The doors slid closed and the two boys refused to look at each other. The elevator slowly started ascending until it groaned softly, and the soft blue lights went out.

"Great..." Keith's frown deepened.

"What'd you do?" the tan boy stepped forward looking for a button, anything to get the contraption to move again.

"I obviously didn't do anything, I was standing right beside you."

"How would I know what you're up to, you always have some kind of trick up your sleeve to ruin my fun." Lance fumed, not happy with the other's answer.

"Dude, all I wanted was a little downtime. Just chill out someone will figure out we're here."

It was quiet for a moment.

"Did you tell anyone you were checking out the pool?" Lance asked and would be surprised if Keith would tell anyone what he was going to do.

"No, I thought you would have. You never seem to shut up about yourself."

Lance glared at him, "Well no one seemed to care, so I didn't say anything to them."

Keith began to worry just a little bit. "So, no one knows we're up here?"

"No..."

Keith bit the inside of his cheek glaring at the Cuban to hide his panic. "Well, that's just great!"

He threw his hands up, the towel on his head fell onto his shoulders then to the floor of the dead elevator.

"Don't get mad at me, you didn't tell anyone either."

Keith snapped back with a reply and their argument escalated until the two were in each other's face with hot heads.

"You know what McClain," Keith grabbed the boy's towel to pull him down, so their glares were level.

"What!" Lance threw his arms up welcoming the fight.

Keith shot off several comments and Lance followed up until the two were lost in the moment, too afraid to stop fighting and face the situation of being stuck in the elevator.

"I wish you would shUT UP!" Keith yelled.

"Yeah, I'd like you to try and make m—"

Keith shoved the boy against the wall, face ramming into Lance's. His mind went blank, not sure what had just happened, but Lance's face burned under his and soft lips moved against his finishing the sentence. The vowel sound opened Lance's lips, making the kiss deeper. The two got lost in the other. Keith pulled Lance closer, hands still gripping the towel. His tongue darting out to take a taste, a soft moan escaping the taller boy's mouth, snapping them back to their senses. The two bodies went still, pressed up against each other, unmoving until Keith pulled back, face burning red. He stuttered, struggling to find something- anything to say.

Lance cleared his throat, "that was..."

He trailed off and the two avoided each other's eyes for a solid three minutes, waiting, hoping by some miracle that the elevator would start moving again. It didn't.

Lance's heart was still beating, along with other pulsing places...

"Well, we're not going anywhere anytime soon..." he stared at Keith still blushing face. "You wanna, I don know... continue..."

Keith's eyes widened when he looked up and Lance was rubbing his neck, blushing, but serious. He licked his lips, still tasting Lance inside his mouth. His heat was racing, and he knew he wasn't thinking the clearest, but he couldn't stop himself.

"If... if you want."

Lance smiled, half shy, half lusty. He stepped forward, almost like his confident self and placed his hands on either side of Keith's head, tilting his face up and placing another kiss on his lips. Keith's parted under his and they melted into each other. Keith pressed his body against Lance but didn't stop until he was backed against the elevator's wall. Running his hands down his waist and on the small of Lance's back. Lance grunted, the sound low, almost like a growl. It sparked Keith on, his crotch rubbing slightly against Lance's thigh. Lance felt Keith through his swimming trunks and went wild. Slipping his hands down the pale boy's body until they rested on his butt. Lance squeezed him tightly and pressed him harder against Keith's crotch. A gasp escaped the shorter boy when Lance picked him up and quickly switched their places, shoving Keith against the wall. Dropping the boy to the ground, he slipped his, palm flat against Keith's stomach, going down, down, down. Lance rubbed the tent in Keith shorts until he began to pant, lance placing kisses down his neck, nibbling his ear while Keith breathed in and out sharply. Keith was losing it and thrusted his hips sharply. Lance hooked his fingers into the waistband of Keith's shorts and pulled them down as he got on his knees. He took Keith in his mouth and worked him over slowly. Pants made their way to Lance's ear, which only spurred the boy on with his teasing.

"La-Lance..." Keith tried his hardest, not to grab the back of the other's head and shove himself deeper into his throat.

Lance smiled the best he could and finally started blowing seriously. Keith moaned and clawed at the wall. He came, with ragged breathing, his chest falling up and down rapidly. Lance didn't even blink, taking the load and swallowing quickly. Standing he grabbed Keith by the waist and spun his face to the wall, dropping his own shorts and tried his best to make his dick wet with saliva before inserting it into Keith's ass. Keith gasped in both pleasure and pain, palms down on the wall. Lance thrusted in and out. Biting his lip and gripping Keith's waist tight in his hands to make sure he didn't slip out. Lance was close, a few more...times... Lance pulled out, throwing his head back and panting up at the dead elevator. They both stayed there for a moment, slightly out of breath and face's red. Lance removed the towel from his neck and wiped Keith's back where he had made a mess. They both pulled up their trucks at the same time while Keith turned around and looked a little shyly at Lance.

"Well, how are going to get out of here?"

Lance shrugged, "I don know. Climb?"

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Anyone else excited about Red being protective over Lance... because I am.