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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Lance/Pidge_|_Katie_Holt, Lance/Pidge_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Lance_(Voltron), Pidge_(Voltron), Pidge_|_Katie_Holt, Shiro_(Voltron),
      Keith_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Vibrators, Hand_Jobs, Lance_is_awkward_and_touches_a_titty
      for_the_first_time
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-19 Words: 2763
****** Before I Change My Mind ******
by actualgayrobot
Summary
     Lance feels the need to reassure Pidge that her being a girl doesn't
     change their friendship. However, Lance's timing is... well, sub-par,
     at best.
Notes
     I'll be honest, I have no idea how old these kids are. All I know is
     all five of them are teenagers. I'm just kind of assuming Pidge is
     16, Lance and Hunk are 17, Keith is 18, and Shiro is 19. Who knows?
     Certainly not me. Anyway, enjoy the sin.
With all the excitement from the last few days—with the Galra attack on the
castle, the whole nearly dying thing, the rescue of the Balmerans, and the
appearance of another Robo monstrosity— Lance hadn’t really had a chance to
have a one-and-one talk with Pidge.
After coming out to the group as a girl—though it was only a surprise to
Lance—he’d felt strangely off. He knew Pidge’s gender didn’t change anything;
Pidge was still Pidge, after all. Regardless, Lance felt the need to talk to
him—her, to assure Pidge that they were still friends, that nothing had to
change between them, despite how he may have initially reacted.
He wasn’t sure why he felt it was necessary, but Lance felt the need to
reassure her— though it was more for Lance’s sake than Pidge’s. (Not that he’d
ever admit it.)
Lance decided to go stop by in the evening, or whatever could be considered
“night” in space. Pidge had decided to retire early, saying she had some work
to do before bed. Lance figured it was as good a time as any to talk to her
alone.
“Well,” Lance began, standing up from the couch and stretching, “It’s been fun,
but I’m gonna hit the hay. Gotta get my beauty sleep, after all.”
“Yeah, you’re probably gonna need it,” Keith muttered, a little too loud to be
subtle.
“Okay, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Lance said flatly, shooting a
pointed look at Keith, who was trying to hide an all-too-obvious smirk and a
chuckle.
“Okay, you two,” Shiro said, his tone growing similar to that of a chastising
parent telling her kids to behave. Which was hilarious to Lance, seeing as
Shiro was only a year or two older than the rest of the team—plus Lance hadn’t
even said anything to warrant chastising.
Shiro’s tone softened to a much friendlier one, “See you tomorrow, Lance. Don’t
sleep in too late, though, I’d like us to all go through some training
exercises in the morning.”
Lance threw his head back, letting out an exaggerated groan, “Ugh, exercising?
Morning? Why do you always have to combine my two least favorite things?”
“Good night, Lance,” Shiro said again, so Lance raised his hands over his head.
“Okay, fine, I know when I’m no longer wanted. See you losers on the flip
side.”
Lance shoved his hands into his pants pockets, strolling causally out of the
room. With the rest of Team Voltron’s voices drifting into the background,
Lance took his planned detour to Pidge’s room.
“Okay, Pidge? I’m cool with you being a girl! No, that’s… not the best way to
word is,” Lance muttered to himself, practicing what to say before reaching her
room.
“Hey Pidge! It’s Lance! I know I acted weird about it, but I don’t care that
you’re a girl. You don’t even act like one! Okay, no, that’s even worse.” He
slapped himself on the cheeks, “Pull it together, Lance. This is Pidge we’re
talking about! This shouldn’t be so difficult!”
Lance stopped outside her room, trying to think of what to say that wouldn’t
make Pidge mad or give her the wrong message. He paused when he heard Pidge’s
voice through the door.
“Oh, come on,” she was saying, her tone a combination of annoyed and
frustrated, “this shouldn’t be so difficult.”
Was she working on a gadget, Lance wondered? This was perfect! He’d walk on in,
offer up his assistance, help Pidge with her gadget, and it would show Pidge
that Lance was still there for her, their friendship unchanged. He ran a hand
through his hair and put on his best, smug smile. He knocked on the door
briefly, finding it to be cracked open already. He pushed the door open and
stepped inside.
“Hey, Pidge, couldn’t help but overhear your frustration. Need some help on a
gad—oh.”
Pidge was sitting up on her bed, a pillow propped up behind her, with only an
undershirt on, a pair of boxers at her feet. Lance didn’t miss the flush on her
face and the placement of her hands. She looked toward Lance, her expression
surprised and shocked.
“Lance?”
“Oh God, I’msosorry!” Lance exclaimed, looking away as quickly as he could, his
face heating up in embarrassment.
“What are you doing here?”
“I, uhm, just wanted to stop by, to uh… let you know that our friendship
doesn’t change now that you’re a girl! Or, I mean, uh, now that I know you’re a
girl, since you were… always one, I guess… uhm. You sounded frustrated, so I
thought you were having trouble with a gadget or something and wanted to offer
my help?”
Pidge let out an annoyed huff, “Well, yeah, I sounded frustrated; I’m trying to
masturbate and am having trouble coming, if you must know.”
Lance stole a glance in her direction, seeing that Pidge had pulled her legs
closer to her chest, her body tense and her face flushed red in embarrassment
and anger.
“Oh!” Lance squeaked, “Well, my offer to help still stands!”
As soon as the words left his lips, he winced. Great, now Pidge was going to
think he was gross and throw something at him, probably.
He was more than surprised when Pidge let out a sigh, the tension in her
shoulders melting away.
“… Fine, just close the door behind you and get over here before I change my
mind.”
Lance looked at her in shock, unsure if he’d heard her right. Did she really
just say yes to Lance helping her masturbate?
“Well?” Pidge pressed, snapping Lance out of his stupor. He quickly shut the
door as she asked and skittered to the end of her bed, sitting down awkwardly
and constantly avoiding her gaze.
“Come closer, you dolt. You can’t do much from all the way over there.”
Lance swallowed the lump in his throat, finding himself sweating way more than
necessary.
Calm down, Lance, he told himself, scooting forward until he was at Pidge’s
feet.
“So, uh,” Lance began, scratching the back of his neck. “What do you want me to
do?”
Pidge held out her hand, a small bullet vibrator resting on her palm.
“You know what this is, right?”
“Wh—of course I know—yes.”
“Okay, good start. Please tell me you know how to find the clitoris, too.”
Lance paused, taking the vibrator from her hand and inspecting it. He lowered
his voice slightly, “I, uh… might need a little reminder?”
“It’s the little nub above the vaginal opening. It’s sensitive and will result
in orgasm upon stimulation.”
“Okay, the orgasm thing I knew,” Lance said, embarrassed by his lack of
knowledge. He cleared his throat, “And how do I… find it?”
“You’ll know when I react,” Pidge deadpanned. “Press the button on the bottom
to turn it on and rotate it through the different speed types. It has seven
different speed settings, but I prefer the second one.”
Lance turned the vibrator over, finding the button on the bottom, “Oh.” He
pressed it once to turn it on, then again to the setting Pidge preferred. He
looked at her legs, which were still pressed together. Her legs looked dainty
to Lance, which was new—he’d never really seen Pidge as the “dainty” type.
As normal and unfazed Pidge acted, her cheeks were still pink as she slid her
legs down and apart, ever so slightly, giving Lance room to work. He dared to
scoot slightly closer, moving his hand down to Pidge’s vagina, pressing the
vibe between the lips, trying to blindly find the right spot—too embarrassed to
even look.
“A little higher,” Pidge said, placing her hand over Lance’s and guiding it,
helping tilt the vibe upwards ever so slightly. When it hit the spot, Pidge let
out a breathy, “Oh,” and let her hand drift away from Lance’s. He watched as
she let her eyes drift closed and her breathing hitched, slowly becoming more
labored.
Lance didn’t know where to look. He felt like it would be inappropriate to
stare at her vagina, and he felt weird looking at her face while her eyes were
closed, so his eyes drifted to her chest. He’d never really noticed it after
all, since the clothes she wore always hid any hint of breasts. They weren’t
large, by any means, but Lance could see her nipples poking against the fabric
of her undershirt, and he found them surprisingly… cute. He’d always considered
himself a “big breasts” man, but he found himself with a strong desire to touch
Pidge’s breasts.
He was so busy being distracted that he didn’t notice when Pidge opened her
eyes. When he heard Pidge speak, he jumped ever so slightly.
“If you’re going to keep looking at them like that, you might as well touch
them.”
Lance looked up, meeting her gaze, “Oh, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I’m
just not used to—”
“Lance,” Pidge said, pausing to let out a small moan, “I just gave you
permission to,” she took a shaky breath, “… touch my breasts. Are you really…
gonna pass that up?”
He felt his mouth go dry, but she was right; he may be a huge flirt, but when
would he ever actually get another chance to touch a girl’s boobs? He took the
plunge, slowly snaking his free hand up Pidge’s shirt.
Her skin was pleasantly warm and he could feel her chest rise and fall against
his hand. Lance wasn’t really sure what to do, so he started to simply squeeze
gently. When that didn’t seem to do anything for Pidge, he ran a finger over
her nipple, which made her squirm, letting out a soft moan. She reached for
him, placing on hand on his shoulder and clutching a fist full of his shirt in
her palm.
Lance could feel his pulse racing, his face flushing hotly. Making Pidge moan,
making her feel good, was… really hot. He could feel his dick hardening in his
pants, but told himself that was a problem for later. Right now, Pidge was the
priority.
He rubbed over her nipple again, using two fingers this time to give her nipple
a pinch. She let out a louder moan this time, which made Lance grin—despite his
lack of experience, he was doing well.
Lance raised his gaze to look at Pidge’s face, realizing, belatedly, that she
wasn’t wearing her glasses. He didn’t recall a time seeing Pidge without them,
and he never really noticed just how pretty the shade of brown looked.
“What’s… with that look?” Pidge asked between ragged breaths.
“I’ve never really seen your eyes up close,” Lance admitted, “They’re
beautiful.”
Pidge’s eyes widened at the compliment, stuttering out a response, “I-I…
thanks, no one’s ever—ooh,” her eyes fluttered shut again, her shoulders
tensing and toes curling into the blanket. Lance could tell she was getting
close, but wasn’t sure what else to do to help ease her along.
His eyes fell to her exposed collarbone and her neck, finding himself asking
without much thought, “Can I kiss your neck?”
Pidge just nodded, unable to say much through her moaning.
Lance leaned forward and began kissing her collarbone, slowing trailing up her
neck to her ear. He planted a kiss on her earlobe then pulled back, ever so
slightly, to breathe.
“You look so good right now, Pidge,” he said softly before pressing another
kiss to the nape of her neck.
She came shortly after, pulling herself as close to Lance as she could,
muffling her moans the best she could against his shoulder. He could feel her
body shake against his, her breath dancing against his neck, her gasping and
moaning music to his ears.
After a few moments, her body went slack, and she let out a long sigh. Lance
pulled the vibrator away, pulling his hand out from under her shirt, as well.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft. Pidge nodded, releasing her hold on
Lance’s shirt and letting her hand fall away. Lance clicked the bottom on the
vibe a few times, until it shut off, and handed it back to Pidge.
“Thanks,” she admitted, “for your help.”
Lance just stared at Pidge, feeling like he was on cloud nine, “Huh? Oh, yeah,
no problem. Glad I could help.”
Pidge looked down awkwardly, her face falling into an unreadable expression,
“Oh. Lance, you uh… need some help, there?”
“What?” Lance asked, following his gaze down, realizing that he was sporting an
impressive boner.
Oh. That’s right, he’d forgotten about that.
“Do you… want me to…?” Pidge began, shifting her gaze from his boner to his
face and back.
Lance flushed red, surprised at her offer. He waved his hands out in front of
him, “O-Only if you want! I’m not gonna force you to do anything, after all,
hah…”
Pidge rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a small smile and chuckle. She
grabbed her discarded boxers and pulled them back on, motioning to Lance, “Come
here, you big baby. Take my spot.”
She stood from the bed and pushed Lance down to her former position, climbing
on top of him once he settled down, straddling his hips.
Pidge ran her hands down Lance’s chest to the edge of his pants, unbuttoning
them with ease.
“Do you know how to do this?” Lance asked, his voice much more squeaky than he
would’ve liked.
“I think so,” Pidge began, “I mean, I’ve read a lot of… uh… independently
published erotic novels…”
“Oh. Just, uh. Be gentle?”
Pidge rolled her eyes, leaning over to grab a bottle of lotion from the bedside
table, “I’m not gonna pull your dick off, relax.”
Pidge lathered her hands with the lotion before putting it aside and Lance
shifted a little, but found himself relaxing when she scooted closer, her legs
straddling either side of him, her fingers nimbly reaching into his boxers to
free his dick.
He began to feel self conscious under her focused gaze, suddenly paranoid of
what she was thinking.
Did she think his dick was small? Did she think it looked weird, or gross? What
if she laughed at how it looked?
When she ran his fingers up along the large vein, he stopped caring.
Lance let out a strained breath, his hands clutching the sheets on Pidge’s bed.
She continued to smoothly run her hand up the shaft, gliding her finger over
the vein again and over the head, watching Lance squirm under her touch.
“Huh,” she said, matter-of-factly, “Those really are sensitive spots.”
“Pidge,” Lance moaned, trying to be stern but failing. Still, he got the point
across.
“Right, sorry,” she apologized, more monotonous than sincere.
Even with her vocal discovery, Lance could still feel himself coming undone
under her hand. This was much different than touching himself—Pidge’s hands
were softer, smaller, and being unable to know what was coming next was much
more erotic. Plus, getting to see Pidge’s expression—seeing her eyebrows furrow
in focus, her lips curl up into a slight smile every time he jerked and
moaned—made it all the better.
Pidge straddling his sides was doing wonders for Lance’s imagination, too. His
head was swimming with too many thoughts to handle, thoughts of Pidge
straddling him in the bed in Lance’s room, thoughts of her giving him a
blowjob, thoughts of them going all the way, Pidge moaning and calling out his
name—
When she ran her thumb over the head of Lance’s penis again, he came, bringing
his arm to his mouth to muffle his moans.
By the time his orgasm finished, Pidge had already climbed off of him, grabbed
some nearby tissues, and began to clean up the mess that had been made. Lance
heard him make a disappointed noise, “Aw, man, that stain is never going to
come out.”
Lance couldn’t help but laugh, starting with a light chuckle before it evolved
into a loud, ugly laugh.
“Oh, ha ha, hilarious,” Pidge said, tossing the tissues to the floor, “If you
think it’s so funny, we’re using your bed next time.”
Lance propped himself up on his elbows, grinning at Pidge, “So, there’s a next
time?”
Pidge flushed bright red, looking away from Lance, “Well, maybe.”
“Does that mean you like me?” Lance asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
Pidge grabbed a nearby pillow and lobbed it at Lance’s head.
“Get out of my room before I kick you out.”
Lance took that as a “yes”.
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