A Klance Fanfic - For Him

We Try Staying Up Late, But We Both Are Lightweights

[[smut warning, also merry belated Christmas!]]

Keith was more than a little upset, annoyed to put it in better terms, that Lance had made him wait for it. And he really had to listen that time, not because Lance was dominating him at the moment, but because consent was sexy.

And he's not really mad at the Cuban for saying no, but because he picked a really bad time to say no. When sexual tension became the air they were breathing and he was undeniably wet and turned on.
   
He knew he was being bratty about it, and he honestly felt like a hoe for being denied sex, but after the cloud of lust cleared from his head he was too stubborn to stop being upset at Lance. So he was just clingy... but at a distance.
   
The Alpha just found it adorable how is boyfriend was both angry yet not angry at him at the same time. And it didn't help that they got a stern talking-to from Mr. Coran for being late to art, putting Keith in an even more sour mood than before.

He couldn't really be mad at at Mr Coran though. Nobody could be truly mad at the goofball of a teacher. But that didn't make Keith feel any better about the situation he was in.

Nor did it help that he still wasn't over how Lance had handled the situation in the hall earlier. There wasn't even a situation for him to handel! And there was no way in hell that he would be apologizing, he was just talking!

He needed to calm his angered nerves, and he also needed Lance. But Keith was all hot and bothered, he didn't want in slow and caring like Lance did in and out of his heat.

The Omega could tell that his boyfriend liked it softer, given that he had a whole week of endless experience with him. Lance, even when his rut hit an all time high, tried to never be too rough with him. The Alpha always treated him like porcelain that could break at with the wrong graze a finger and Keith hated it. He didn't complain during his heat though, his mind too occupied with the flaring pains in his abdomen and the constant need to get off. At the time he didn't really care how he did that, but with whom he did it with.

But, pushing that aside, the Omega was craving for the inner Alpha inside his boyfriend. And when they were alone in his car he wasn't shy about it either.

"Keith..." Lance rumbled, leaning into his Omega's ear. He pushed his arms out to entrap Keith in his loose embrace. "Stop ignoring me," he snarled.

No dice, the Omega was still not talking to him.

Keith just glared at his Alpha and gestured for him to start the car. And when Lance finally backed away to pull out of the school parking lot Keith couldn't help but smirk. He loved how had been able to make Lance sexually frustrated within the better part of a single school day.

He had clung to his Alpha whenever he could, rubbing discreetly then feigning innocence with his amethyst eyes. But whenever Lance made a move back he would dance out of the Alpha's grasp and act cold.

It didn't help that, the entire time, he didn't utter a word to the Alpha.

Not even when Lance tried to steal him away during lunch and the smaller male literally dropped out of the Cuban' s grasp. Keith had looked over his shoulder as he made his way to the table he sat at with his friends. His gaze was met with a shocked expression painted across his boyfriend's face.

"What the fuck was that?" Pidge asked, knowing exactly what happened despite the fact that she never looked up from her computer.

Smirking, Keith replied, "just torturing Lance," as he took his usual seat next to Allura.

The silver haired girl had looked up and opened her mouth as if to say something. But after what looked like a moment of contemplating, she closed it and shook her head, a sigh hanging at the edge of her full lips.