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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Lance/Shiro_(Voltron), Shance_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Lance_(Voltron), Shiro_(Voltron), Pidge_|_Katie_Holt, Hunk_(Voltron),
      Allura_(Voltron), Keith_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_1950s, Alternate_Universe_-_Greasers, 1950s_Slang,
      Smut, Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Underage_Sex, Since_Lance_is_like_16, And
      Shiro_is_18, Bottom_Lance_(Voltron), Top_Shiro_(Voltron), also_allura_and
      keith_are_only_mentioned, and_pidge_and_hunk_are_there_for_like_a_hot
      second_before_they_gone, SORRY_YALL, Teenage_Dorks, Idiots_in_Love,
      Secret_Relationship, Kinda, keith_knows_but_thats_about_it, lance_is_kind
      of_a_square, shiro_is_the_greaser, but_not_too_good_at_it, i_tried_my
      best_with_the_slang_and_references, also_this_is_my_first_time_writing
      shance, shance, Shance_Freeform, they're_both_a_little_out_of_character
      but_shh
  Series:
      Part 1 of Greaser_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-25 Words: 5407
****** Love Me Tender ******
by boysandstars
Summary
     “I can think of something you would find fun to do,” Shiro whispered
     in his ear, one hand stationed on his cheek and the other creeping
     its way under his shirt and sweater.
      
      
      
     Lance’s reply caught in his throat when he felt cold fingers trail up
     his lower back. They tapped on his spine as they crept steadily up
     until he could feel his shirt rising, exposing his skin to the autumn
     air. Goosebumps raised all along his upper body and he bit back
     whatever noise was threatening to spill from his traitorous mouth.
      
     Lance is a bit of a square, Shiro's not as much of a greaser as he
     wants to be. When they're alone, though, they're just two boys who
     love each other despite what the world thinks.
     (A very gratuitous Greaser/Nerd AU that no one asked for.)
Notes
     Check out 'The Night the Earth Stood Still' here!
      
     Hi! I just want everyone to know that while I did a lot of studying
     on the time period, it's not perfect and probably doesn't give as
     much of that 50s vibe as I was hoping it would. So if there's any
     errors or mistakes, time-related or otherwise, please don't be shy
     and point them out to me! I'm always eager to improve. I also haven't
     written in awhile so my writing might be a little robotic or rusty so
     please take that into consideration if this story doesn't seem too
     polished. Anyways, this is my first Shance piece and I enjoyed
     writing it a lot so I hope you also enjoy reading it!
See the end of the work for more notes
A woman’s shrill voice statically screeched across the drive  in, slicing
through the calm night like a jagged knife. Lance crunched away another handful
of popcorn as he watched the screen flitter pictures of people running away in
various states of distress from the mass that was following them, consuming all
in its path. This was his third time seeing  The Blob,  and while it hadn’t had
him shaking in his boots the first watch, it had certainly lost its luster the
third go ‘round.
 
Lance glanced over at friends, both in the backseat of his blue beetle. Pidge
was reading, had been since the start of the movie, clearly disinterested,
shirt untucked from her blue jeans and shoes off as she sat criss crossed
against the door. Hunk was the opposite. Despite his large, towering build and
his yellow letterman’s jacket that showed off his affiliation with the
wrestling team, Hunk was the most squeamish man Lance had yet to meet. Lance
fought off a chuckle as he watched Hunk contort his face into something almost
painful while his hands tapped rapidly against the leather seats.
 
“Hunk, you going to have a cow?” Lance jeered, watching his friend eye him with
disdain.
 
With a chuckle, Lance opened his door, leaning against the frame as he poked
his head in the car, careful not to dirty his blue sweater lest he want to
encounter his mother’s nagging.
 
“I’m going to go refuel. You cats want anything?”
 
“I could use some more popcorn,” Hunk replied, grateful for a momentary
distraction.
 
“Coke,” Pidge shot back tersely.
 
“Gotcha.” Lance shut the door and headed to the concession stand.
 
He didn’t necessarily need anything, in fact he wasn’t even all that hungry,
but he was itching for something to do and he knew that at least at the stand
he could chat up the lovely paper shaker, Allura. She was foreign, and her
family was a little kooky, but she was a total babe. Lance put on his best
smile as he thought of something smooth to say when he approached her, his
smile growing when he thought of her in her pink cheerleader uniform and high
ponytail. Maybe he’d take the gentlemen’s route and even offer her his sweater
since it was plenty chilly out tonight (even though he knew she would already
have her own jacket).
 
Lance was a few feet away from the stand when rustling off to the left caught
his eye. It was only a second’s worth of movement, but it was enough to grasp
his attention. He paused, eyeing the bushes and trees suspiciously. Fear
tickled his insides.
 
While Lance wasn’t exactly a consistent target, he had been on the wrong end of
a fair amount of jumps from local bullies and greasers trying to impress. It
could have been his imagination, or even a critter, but Lance didn’t really
want to take his chances so after a few seconds of stillness, the boy trotted
forward again.
 
This time a voice followed him.
 
“ Lance, ” it whispered, low but not quite menacing.
 
The boy turned towards the shrubbery, ignoring the knot in his stomach and
opting for the sensible explanation.
 
“Alright, germ. Come out! I’m not falling for whatever game you’re playing!”
Lance snapped, but it felt like he was yelling at nothing.
 
“ Lance, ” the voice came again. It drew out the final consonants of his name
in a way that was reminiscent of a snake hissing. The tone was eerie enough to
make his neck hair’s rise.
 
As his stomach flopped and his hands began to shake, Lance daringly stepped to
the edge of the tree line.

Mustering up all his courage, Lance projected his voice as best as he could and
spoke.
 
“I’m serious! Show yourself now or I’ll-”
 
“You’ll what?” Was all Lance heard before he was seized by the arms and yanked
into the darkness.
 
As he went to scream, a hand covered clamped against his mouth, turning his
scream into nothing but a muffled yelp. He shook his head violently, thrashing
his legs and trying to break the grip on his wrists which were secured behind
his back. Lance even began licking the hand of his attacker in a vain attempt
to gross the person out.
 
“Hey, cool it, sweetheart. It’s just me,” The person- man- murmured, not
sounding the least bit troubled by all of Lance’s struggling.
 
Lance relaxed as his brain caught up with him, recognizing the voice quickly
and allowing his body to go slack. His arms were let go and the hand on his
mouth slid to his cheek, turning his face in the direction of the man. Lance
waited for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the night so he could see the
other’s face. Features began to slowly come into play: a curled shock of white
hair, twinkling eyes that matched the color of the night sky, a pale pink scar
rippling over a broad nose, a strong jawline that was tensed up by the bright
smile being displayed on the wearer’s-almost too-perfect face. If Lance wasn’t
annoyed, he might have savored the man’s beauty a little longer, especially
since he was glowing so radiantly in the moonlight.
 
“Can’t you just say ‘hi’ like a normal person?” Lance chided.
 
“That wouldn’t be nearly as fun,” his friend said, voice dancing with clear
amusement.
 
“Being spooked isn’t really my idea of fun, Shiro. Now, I’ve got to go get some
drinks for my friends, so I’ll see you-” Lance was cut off a second time that
night as Shiro coiled an arm around his waist and pulled Lance flush against
his chest.
 
“I can think of something you would find fun to do,” Shiro whispered in his
ear, one hand stationed on his cheek and the other creeping its way under his
shirt and sweater.
 
Lance’s reply caught in his throat when he felt cold fingers trail up his lower
back. They tapped on his spine as they crept steadily up until he could feel
his shirt rising, exposing his skin to the autumn air. Goosebumps raised all
along his upper body and he bit back whatever noise was threatening to spill
from his traitorous mouth.
 
“Shiro…” His voice didn’t sound nearly as commanding as he wanted it to.
 
The other simply smiled, eyes crinkling and eventually closing as he leant in,
pressing his unbelievably soft lips against Lance’s. The kiss was gentle and
careful, since Shiro knew Lance enjoyed tenderness as much as he enjoyed
Shiro’s rougher elements. Lance gave in just a little, allowing himself to kiss
back, to move his lips just enough to convey he was definitely wanting what
Shiro was offering. His hands splayed against Shiro’s chest before he used them
to tug on the leather jacket, forcing Shiro to move closer as he wrapped his
arms around the man’s neck.
 
Shiro hummed and let his other hand rest at Lance’s hip. He was just about to
sneak it up under the front side of Lance’s shirt when the boy pulled back.
Lance breathed through his mouth, lips a little slick but not puffy, and face
more than flustered.
 
Shiro frowned and furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Lance straighten himself
out.
 
“Not in the mood?”
 
Lance shook his head.
 
“It’s not that. It’s just-well, we can’t do it here.”
 
“Why not?”
 
Lance gave him a look that meant he thought he was kind of an idiot. Shiro
ignored it and waited for an answer, although he could already guess what it
would be.
 
“We can’t just do stuff out in the open, Shiro,” Lance explained exasperatedly,
“Do you know what would happen if we got caught? Not only would we be outed,
but also they would catch us doing things most people don’t even know are
possible to do! We would have to move, change our names, leave the country.”
Lance began to rattle on about living somewhere in Canada, being farmers
because they would have no education since they would have to drop out and how
Canada doesn’t even have that much to farm so it would be boring and hard and
just awful.
 
Shiro grabbed his hand and brought it up to his face. He pressed a kiss to the
inside of Lance’s palm, nuzzling his face into the warm flesh.
 
“Running away doesn’t sound so bad,” Shiro mumbled against his fingers.
 
Lance’s face softened. He used his other hand to cup Shiro’s face, the pad of
his thumb gliding over the man’s cheekbone gently.
 
“It does sound pretty nice, huh? But you know I’m not going to leave my family
like that. Just another couple years and we can split this town and go do
anything we want,” He spoke soothingly, closing in on Shiro, his warmth washing
over the man.
 
Sometimes Shiro was so damn jealous of how warm Lance could be.
 
“Mmm, that does sound like a deal. But I can’t even get a little tonight,
baby?” Shiro pleaded, giving his best puppy eyes.
 
Lance looked conflicted as he shifted on his feet. Shiro kissed his cheek.
 
“Want me that bad, baby?” He asked in a seductive tone.
 
“I do,” Breathed Lance.
 
Shiro smirked.
 
“Then what’s stopping you?”
 
Without thinking, Lance blurted out, “It’s too cold for me to want to take my
clothes off.”
 
Shiro laughed and let go of his boy. Lance just rolled his eyes as he watched
the man cackle in front of him.
 
“If this is how you’re going to act then I can just go back, you know.”
 
Lance turned on his heel, face flaming. Shiro grabbed him by the hip and pulled
him back.
 
“No, wait,” Shiro pressed his lips to the shell of Lance’s ear, “I know a warm
place to go.”
 
Lance shivered, instinctively pressing his body against Shiro’s.
 
“Hunk and Pidge…”
 
Shiro swayed his hips into Lance’s back.
 
“Won’t miss you. You won’t be gone long.”
 
“Promise?”
 
Shiro grinned.
 
“Promise, doll.”
 
***
 
The bike rumbled quietly down the road as the pair neared their destination.
Lance was grateful there were no other cars out tonight to catch them speeding.
Cold wind whipped his hair and smacked against his face. He gripped Shiro’s
waist tighter, resting his head in between the man’s shoulder blade while he
shut his eyes, listening to the noise of the night.
 
When the bike began to slow down, Lance glanced up and saw them approaching
Shiro’s house. They pulled into the empty driveway, the house almost unseeable
in the dark with it’s lights turned off and the absence of street lamps.
 
“What about your parents?” Lance asked as he climbed off the back of the Viper.
 
Shiro rolled his bike up to the front of the garage.
 
“Not home. Went on a date to somewhere, so I suspect that they won’t be home
until late,” He answered as he opened the white door.
 
Lance, still uncertain, followed him.
 
“And if they come home early?”
 
Shiro smirked, placing his bike by the wall, then walking to Lance. He took the
boy’s arms and tugged him in. Quickly, he pecked Lance’s lips.
 
“I’ll put on some tunes so they’ll think we’re just hangin’.”
 
“And your brother?”
 
Shiro sighed, knowing that Lance wasn’t worried so much about Keith finding
them, especially since he already knew about their relationship, as he was of
the younger boy driving them up the walls with his latest conspiracy theories
or explaining the importance of a new knife he bought from the shad vendor over
on the east side of town. Keith was particularly oblivious (“no, he knows
exactly what he’s doing, Shiro. He just wants to watch us burn.”) to romantic
tension and had no problem walking in on them and stopping them to talk.
 
“Keith had me cover for him so he could go out with those other knife wielding
squares. He won’t be home tonight.”


Lance bit his lip. He still wasn’t convinced but he didn’t-couldn’t-say no, not
while Shiro was so close, when he was offering something that they rarely got
to divulge in. Lance couldn’t remember their last time spent together, let
alone spent intimately. So he swallowed his fear and nodded, returning the
kiss.
 
Shiro led him up the steps and into the home. Without even turning on the
lights, Shiro dragged Lance to his room in the back of the house. Once they
entered, he swiftly shut and locked the door before flicking on  the lights.
 
Shiro’s room was messy, even though Lance knew he hated it like this but just
didn’t have the time or energy to pick up. His bed was unmade, half of the
covers were on the floor and the other half were shoved to the bottom of the
bed; his desk was littered with papers, books, maps, and various writing
utensils; his drawers were in varying states of open, some closed with clothes
peeking from the corner, some fully open and displayed unfolded, possibly
unclean articles of clothing. The only areas that weren’t a complete wreck were
the closet, which was ajar enough to showcase two things: a hung up, neatly
pressed uniform (Lance had never seen Shiro wear it, nor had Shiro ever told
him about what it was for and why he had it) and another leather jacket-Shiro
liked to keep two incase one got ruined-and the corner where his record player
was.
 
The record player stood on a chest of drawers in the corner by the window on
the right side of the window. Beside it was a crate filled with about two dozen
records. Although Lance knew Shiro kept another box of records under his bed.
Those were the ones he didn’t want his parents finding.  
 
“Isn’t your mother worried about this mess of a room? What does she do with it
when the relatives come for the holidays? Because if it was my mama, she would
be hounding me day and night to tidy up,” Lance scrunched his nose up as he
thought about his mother and her bone chilling screams, “She’s on me now and my
room’s as clean as a doctor’s office.”
 
Shiro laughed while he carded through his collection of vinyls. Lance couldn’t
see which one he took out but trusted Shiro would pick something he liked.
 
“Mom gave up a long time ago on trying to keep this place clean. Luckily for
her we don’t have much of relatives, and the ones we do have aren’t the
visiting kind.”
 
Lance regretted asking the question. He felt the awkward lump in his throat
form as he thought of the best response to that.
 
“Shiro, I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I was just-”
 
“It’s fine. No problem,” Shiro said calmly as he placed the record on the
player.
 
Soon, soft notes filled the silence, drowning out the tension. Lance smiled as
he heard the gentle baritone voice flow through the room. Elvis was one of
Lance’s favorites, especially his love songs.
 
Shiro beckoned Lance to him and the boy complied. His lover took him in his
arms, slowly swaying them back and forth to the beat of the music. Lance hummed
as he pressed his face into the crook of Shiro’s neck, nuzzling the skin.
 
“Love me tender, love me sweet…” Shiro sang softly as they danced in a circle.
 
Lance’s face broke into a smile. He loved Shiro’s voice. It wasn’t trained and
it wasn’t always on key, but it was raw and honest and beautiful. Lance pressed
a tender kiss to Shiro’s adam’s apple before he caught the man’s eye.
 
“For my darlin’, I love you, and I always will.” Lance sang back.
 
Shiro kissed him. It was sweet, filled with affection, just lips casually
sliding against each other with no need to rush. Lance enjoyed it when they
could draw things out like this. He loved it when they took it slow, took time
to map each other out. When he could spend hours just kissing different parts
of Shiro’s body, caressing his skin as he went, without the worry of being
caught or the rush to get their satisfaction. Lance’s favorite time was when it
was just them. No one else, no problems, just two people in love, the world
nothing more than a distant dream. Just each other and their minds and bodies
becoming one.
 
Shiro’s hand situated themselves on Lance’s hips, lifting the hem of his shirts
to rub small circles into his hip bones. Lance smiled into the kiss. He wrapped
his arms around Shiro’s broad shoulders and spun them around until they were
swirling so fast that Lance tripped. He was sent tumbling in a fit of laughter
onto the bed as Shiro fell on top of him.
 
“Little eager, huh?” Shiro mused.
 
He pressed small kisses on Lance’s cheeks and nose, earning a giggle from the
boy in blue.
 
“Just a bit. I wanna go slow but I also have needs,” Lance admitted, stealing a
kiss on the lips. “It’s been awhile since we got to do this.”
 
“Got that right,” Shiro mouthed against Lance’s lips.
 
Then the man sat up and shucked off his jacket and shirt, tossing them to the
floor. Lance followed suit, being careful to not wrinkle his undershirt, while
Shiro watched, holding back the laughter tickling his throat. Soon enough, both
boys were stripped down to their briefs.
 
Shiro put his hands under Lance’s shoulders and lifted him up until he was
pushed against the backboard of the bed. Spreading his lover’s legs apart,
Shiro leant down between them, gently pressing kisses to the smooth inner
parts. Lance faintly gasped as Shiro sucked on the portion of sensitive skin
that connected his thigh to his groin.
 
“Shiro,” Lance sighed, tangling a hand in his hair, feeling the grease between
his fingers.
 
Shiro knew what he wanted. He tapped the thighs, signaling for Lance to lift
up. He then shimmied the boys briefs off and discarded them before diving down
again.
 
Lance closed his eyes as he felt Shiro’s hot breath ghost along the underside
of his shaft, teasing him with sloppy kisses all the way to the tip, causing a
moan to erupt from Lance’s mouth. Suddenly, Lance felt half of his cock
encompassed in the wet warmth of Shiro’s mouth and had to hold back a yelp. All
too soon, that mouth was gone and Lance was whining.
 
“Don’t hold back, baby. Be as loud as you want,” Was all Shiro said before he
was bobbing on the cock again.
 
Lance took Shiro’s words to heart as his jaw dropped and moans spilt out like
water from a stream.
 
Shiro make quick work, taking in as much as he could and using his hand for the
rest. His tongue lapped the precum beading at the slit, tasting the slightly
bitter liquid that mixed with his own saliva, making Lance’s dick wet as can
be, some of the fluid slicking his fingers.. He twisted his head while his hand
pumped, other hand cupping Lance’s balls. Bobbing swiftly, he squeezed with
both hands, making Lance squirm and call out his name ludicrously.
 
As much as Shiro loved sucking his boy’s cock and making the younger wriggle,
he also wanted to get to the main event. So with another swirl of his tongue,
he obscenely popped off Lance’s dick and reached over to the chest of drawers
beside his bed. Tucked in a pair of socks was a tub of vaseline and a couple of
condoms. He took both and fixed himself with either of Lance’s legs on his
sides.
 
“I’ll go slow,” Shiro assured when he saw Lance’s expression.
 
Recalling their first time, it was easy to understand his dismay. As it turns
out, sex with men was not the same as sex with women. Less wet, more
preparation. Unfortunately, they learned that lesson the hard way.
 
Shiro dipped his fingers into the lubrication, making sure to be extra generous
since Lance was right, it had been a good amount of time since they had gone
all the way. He pressed his middle finger against the perked ring of muscles,
eased it past the entrance until it was up to the knuckle. Lance stilled
momentarily but didn’t protest.
 
The man continued work in his finger, slowly thrusting the digit until it slid
in and out easily. He added a second and noted the sharp intake in breath that
came from the younger. Shiro scissored his fingers as gently as possible,
curling them occasionally, earning a sultry moan from Lance.
 
“Honey, you-you can, you know, add-ah, shit!” Lance cried when Shiro caught up
and added a third digit.
 
Being a little more rough, Shiro pumped his fingers in faster, flexing and
curling them periodically to get Lance moaning his name. He even felt his
fingers press against Lance’s special spot, the one that made the boy’s toes
curl and eyes roll.
 
“Shiro, yes! Please, please, I-I need…” Lance begged, gripping the man’s
shoulders desperately as he fucked himself on Shiro’s fingers.
 
“You sure, baby?” Shiro wanted it badly too but he didn’t want to hurt Lance.
 
Lance nodded eagerly. He whined when Shiro removed his fingers, an empty
feeling leaving him slightly uncomfortable and incredibly dissatisfied.
 
Shiro quickly threw off his underwear, his own hard cock springing out, aching
for friction. Shiro opened the condom package with his teeth, then rolled it
onto himself. Lance started to raise his legs for Shiro to grip as he would
slide in, but his hands instead pushed himself off the bed.
 
Lance raised one eyebrow as he watched Shiro fumble around on the ground for
something.
 
“Um, are you going to finish or do I need to go to the bathroom?” Lance quipped
impatiently.
 
Shiro didn’t reply, just bent over to pick up what he wanted. He returned with
his black leather jacket, he thrusted it towards Lance, who gave him a
bewildered look.
 
“I want you to wear it,” Shiro stated.
 
“While we...fornicate?” Lance asked, mentally, and almost physically, slapping
himself for saying ‘fornicate’. Was he a damn medical book?
 
“No, while we go bowling-yes while we do it, ya nerd!”
 
Lance blushed up to his ears. With heat traveling to his chest, he took the
jacket. As he slid into the sleeves, he noticed that it was still warm from
when Shiro had been wearing it, that fact sending blood rushing to his
throbbing cock.
 
Shiro admired Lance in his jacket. It was way too big, looking like a leather
blanket draped on his shoulders. Even the sleeves were a little long on his
lanky arms. Shiro worried his bottom lip, feeling even more excited seeing
Lance’s nipples brush against the insides of the jacket, perky and reddened
from blush, occasionally scratching against the metal zipper. A strange heat
sparked in his stomach. A need to take the boy and devour him whole overtook
Shiro, like a white hot rage clouding his whole mind and pushing away all
reason and best judgements.
 
He seized forward, capturing his lover’s lips in a heated kiss. Lance hummed as
his arms curled around Shiro’s shoulders, legs wrapping his waist. Shiro bit
Lance’s lip, forcing his tongue inside and licking Lance’s mouth with a
vengeance. Lance went lax and let Shiro’s tongue explore as he rocked his hips
up, their erections rubbing against one another.
 
Shiro groaned into Lance as their cocks collided rhythmically. He heard and
felt the whine that came from Lance’s throat and understood that they both
needed release and needed it now.
 
He stopped kissing Lance long enough to lube up his dick and position it at
Lance’s entrance. The boy watched as their bodies began to connect, Shiro being
careful to enter slow for Lance’s sake. His lover closed his eyes and let his
head tip back as Shiro pushed in inch by inch.
 
Shiro gripped the undersides of Lance’s calves, bending them forward with
himself as he leant in to suck marks onto Lance’s slender neck. The deeper he
got, the more he bent Lance, until he was all the way in and Lances ankles were
almost to his ears. As he waited to his boy to adjust, Shiro lapped at the
reddened skin on the younger’s collarbone. He made sure to only bruise places
that wouldn’t be easily seen.
 
“You can...go,” Lance breathed out, voice shaking.
 
Shiro slowly began to pull out. He kept going until only the head was in before
he rocked back in. Lance moaned beneath him, sending shivers down the man’s
spine and throbs to his cock. The older of the two rocked his hips into his
lover smoothly, keeping a steady pace that was fast enough to elicit a reaction
but slow enough to not push either of them over the edge too quick.
 
Shiro changed the angle, using the backs of Lance’s upper thighs as a brace as
he searched for the spot that would make Lance scream. The younger rested his
calves on Shiro’s shoulder while his hands grasped as the sheets of the bed.
 
“Ah, shit, Shiro-Shiro,” Lance panted, “Shiro deeper, please. Please, I want-
want…”
 
Shiro watched as Lance tried to fuck himself down on Shiro’s thrusting cock,
his hips wriggling helplessly for  more, more, more.  Shiro cursed under his
breath as he bucked harder, deeper, chasing his own pleasure. Lance cried out
beneath him, his beautiful face showing a mixture of emotions, eyebrows
furrowed and mouth wide open.
 
Shiro leant down and kissed him. He bit and sucked on his tongue, making
Lance’s lips puffy and slick with saliva, Lance too busy moaning to kiss back
properly. He rocked himself hard into the younger, plowing into the boy
recklessly at every angle. Lance was a whining, moaning, shaking mess
underneath him, crying out Shiro’s name and begging for anything and everything
Shiro could give. It egged the man on, driving him crazy as he went as hard as
he could into his lover.
 
And Shiro felt when he hit that bundle of nerves inside Lance. He felt as
Lance’s body shuddered violently; watched his eyes squeeze shut and his
knuckles go white as they tugged on the sheets.
 
“Fuck! Yes, there! Yes, yes,  yes! ” Lance wailed, tears starting to roll down
his face.
 
Shiro fucked into him, fucked just right so he could hit that spot every time.
He didn’t slow down but didn’t speed up, kept a pace that was just short of
torture for Lance. His own vision was becoming hazy as he was nearing the edge.
He had to force himself not to shut his eyes so he wouldn’t miss any of Lance.
 
He wanted to memorize every second of this. To burn this image of Lance being
fucked in his bed, in his jacket, screaming and swearing his name like he was
the only thing that had ever mattered to him in his whole life. Shiro wished he
could take a picture of it, wished he could capture this moment in some secret
album for only him to see. But for now, his memory would have to suffice later.
 
Shiro was beginning to lose his own sense. Soon he couldn’t tell which moans
were his or Lance’s. Everything was becoming too much. The sounds, the
feelings, the smells-all of it. He knew he was getting close when his thrusts
started become erratic, no more rhythm, just a hot chase, a need to go deep and
quick.
 
Shiro wrapped his hand around Lance’s dick since he wanted to make sure Lance
finished before him. He pumped fast, smearing Lance’s precum around to add
lubrication. As his hand worked, he continued to plow into the boy, still
making sure to pound the spot inside.
 
“Shiro, ‘m so close! So, so close,” Lance sobbed out brokenly.
 
Shiro knew he was. Could feel it in the way Lance was starting to clench around
him, his body slowly seizing, hips sporadically thrusting up and onto Shiro’s
cock.
 
“F-fuck! I’m gonna-!” Was all Lance could get out before he was locking up and
spilling himself all over Shiro’s hand.
 
Shiro fucked his lover through the high. He had given up on trying to maintain
any sort of composure and was simply thrusting to find release. The man bucked
shallow and fast as he felt heat coiling in his stomach and knew he wasn’t far
off from cumming.
 
“Fuck you’re so tight, baby,” Shiro gritted out.
 
Lance couldn’t hear, too focused on the waves of pleasure wracking through his
body. He was still spurting and still mid-high, and he could only barely
register that the back of his mind was thinking about how damn pent up his was
and that they should definitely do this more often.
 
As Lance finally started to come down from his orgasm, Shiro’s had begun. His
hips stuttered a couple more times before he stopped completely. Lance felt the
man’s dick twitching inside him through the condom. Shiro rested his head on
Lance’s chest and the boy combed through his hair as he slowly began to calm
down. Shiro had to admit that fucking Lance was a lot better than fucking his
hand any night.
 
There was silence for awhile as the two just laid together, chests heaving,
breathing through their mouths, wholly blissed out. Lance rubbed up and down
Shiro’s back. Shiro pressed small kisses to Lance’s chest.
 
“Maybe next time I should let you ejaculate inside,” Lance commented, breaking
the silence.
 
Shiro laughed but it sounded exhausted.
 
“I mighta been turned on by that if you hadn’t said ‘ejactulate’,” Shiro lifted
his head and kissed Lance, a simple, sweet kiss. “Nerd.”
 
Then, the man pulled out and sat up. Lance grimaced at the empty feeling,
noting the slight pain in his ass that would surely be fun to deal with in the
morning.
 
“Sorry we can’t all be hotshots like you, Shiro,” Lance shot back as he watched
Shiro roll off  the used condom.
 
Shiro got up and opened the window, throwing the condom out of it and shutting
it.
 
“What the hell? That’s disgusting!”
 
Shiro shrugged, opening the drawer under his record player. He grabbed a box of
cigarettes and a lighter out, taking one out of the package and offering it to
Lance, who was tugging the blankets from the foot of the bed over himself.
 
“No, thanks. Mama says those are bad for you.”
 
“Suit yourself, hon.” The man lit his cigarette before tossing the lighter and
pack back in the drawer. “Want to listen to another tune? Seems Elvis quit
playing sometime during our-what would you say-love making?”
 
Lance glared at him. “Oh hardy har,” Shiro gave him a faux-innocent smile, “And
I’m kind of feeling in the mood for some Ritchie Valens. Got any?”
 
Shiro scratched the back of his neck. “Think I got  La Bamba  and maybe  We
Belong Together. ”
 
“Wow, quite the selection,” Lance deadpanned.
 
Shiro rolled his eyes but went to his crate to pull out the records. “You know
I’m more of a Jerry Lee Lewis kind of guy.”
 
Lance hummed in agreement. Shiro may have been the softest greaser Lance knew,
but at least he liked Rock n Roll.
“Wait, isn’t that the man who married his cousin?”
 
Shiro changed the records out. Lance heard the lyrics of  We Belong Together
start.

“We all got flaws,” Shiro walked back over to Lance and got into the bed beside
him.
 
“Pretty sure cousin-marrying is a relatively worse flaw than most,” Lance
replied but curled up against the man, resting his head on Shiro’s sturdy
chest.
 
Shiro nodded, wrapping an arm loosely around the boy, the other propping his
head up. For a few minutes they just listened to the music and their own
breathing.
 
“I’ll have to leave soon. I can’t just ditch Hunk and Pidge let that.” Lance
hated that he had to say it, but he knew he did.
 
“Unfortunately,” Shiro grumbled.
 
And Lance didn’t press it anymore. He understood that they didn’t have much
longer together before they would have to go back to barely knowing each other
and sneaking quick kisses in closets and bathrooms, but right now they could be
together. Lance and Shiro. Shiro and Lance. Two people; two lovers. If Lance
believed in soulmates, he might have even called them that.
 
They had right then and Lance planned to treasure every second of that.






End Notes
     Thank you for reading my story! Please feel free to leave kudos and
     comments as the are always appreciated!
     Also, this may be a one shot but I actually had planned to maybe
     develop this into a full on fic. It was going to be a sort of alien/
     government hiding things from us mystery/greaser-nerd romance story
     with a huge story behind why Shiro's a greaser, what aliens Keith is
     looking for and who his knife wielding friends are, what makes
     Allura's family crazy, and a whole lot more. So if that's something
     any of you are interested in or have thoughts about please tell me!
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