Now's Not The Time (A Klance SpideyPool AU)

Chapter 9: Who's on the Bottom?

*So I am going to be super mean and post what I just wrote in the last hour. Tell me what you think and then I'll post the rest when it's done. This is supposed to be a super mean teaser but umm... take it as you wish. Love you little fires, thanks for sticking around for so long*

Chapter 9: Who's on the bottom?

Lance's P.O.V

Keith was perfect, no matter what he said, he was fucking perfect! When I accidentally confessed about my parents, I was expecting the sympathy and shame I was accustomed to, but he wasn't like that.

He didn't even brush it off. He understood that it was hard for me to talk about, and that resonated in me. I was never letting this boy go, ever. And I mean that. He was perfect for me.

I watched as he hummed to himself lightly as we rode up the elevator to my floor. I held back my smile, as not to attract his attention while I watched him with his mannerisms. His hands twisted with the belt loops of his jeans, no belt in them leaving the holes wider and easier to pull.

Every few moments, Keith's gaze would drop to me and I would be forced to look away, but the smile on his face every time he caught me made it okay. Keith's gaze moved away again and I slipped an inch closer to the other boy, my hands sneaking and grabbing one of Keith's back belt loops and tugged him against my body in the empty elevator.

"Lance?!" Keith squeaked and I laughed, my body shaking from his reaction. I pull myself together, a smirk gracing my lips yet again as I walk the pair of us against the wall. I watch as Keith's expression changes into that of a trapped animal, and as much as I loved seeing him like that, I want to see the other side of him. The one he showed in the ice cream parlour.

"What's the matter, Kitten? Don't want to play anymore?" Keith grumbles, hands sitting on my chest in a weak attempt to push me away.

"What now, Lance? I'm not going to give in." I smirk and lean in close, my nose pressed against Keith's, my breath brushing over his blossomed cheeks.

"Who said I wanted you to give in. I might want you to fight." Keith glares at me from in-between the gaps of his hair covering his face.

"You do not want to see that side of me again." Keith hisses out, eyes narrowing.

"I think I do." I watch Keith's face carefully as I grinded my hips against his, waiting for his gasping reaction.

"Always thinking with your dick, such a Deadpool aren't you." My eyes widen when Keith doesn't gasp, but responds with as strong voice. Keith smirks, his hands leaving my chest, sliding down my body until they reach the end of my shirt, and slide up slightly under it to grip onto the waistband of my jeans.

"I-I," I choke on my words and Keith's smirk grows, fingers nimbly undoing the button of my jeans and fiddle with the zipper.

"I don't think you understand the consequences of bringing me out like this, Lance. You might need to be punished. Do you like the sound of that? Being punished by little, old me?" I nod, too fast but I couldn't trust myself to try and form a sentence.

Keith purrs lightly tugging my zipper up and down repeatedly causing me to choke on saliva at the action. I wanted to move, my own plan to get Keith like backfired. I knew he changed a bit, but this must be what Shiro meant when it's scary to see sometimes.

"You see Lance. You played with fire, you wanted this right now. But what you didn't seem to understand is that what you have seen of me so far has been in public, let's just say it's a bit scary when I'm alone, especially when I'm with someone as hot as you." My breathing comes out in shudders as I try to control myself, but the heat was building in me. As much as I was annoyed that I wasn't in control of the situation, it aroused me more than I could ever believe possible.