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The student center isn’t the best place for Lance to study. It’s overall noisy and distracting, always too much going on to focus on his coursework. His friends love it though so he does his best to calm his bouncing leg and swimming thoughts to get some work done. The least they could do is rent out a meeting room but then it's too quiet. It is eerie in a way that makes his thoughts go too fast. So loud out in the open area it is. Pidge has their large headphones in, clearly locked in on their programming work. Lance has no idea how they can code with all the noise. Hunk on the other hand looks like he is about to pass out from boredom, which Lance is totally on board with. He has much more interesting things he could be doing right now. Things that wouldn’t be boring him to death.

Even though he tries his best, Lance gives in first, as per usual. He slams his forehead down onto his laptop’s keyboard and sighs dramatically.

“I can’t do this anymore. Can we take a break and go do something else?” he whines.

“Dude we’ve only been here an hour,” Hunk responds but he doesn’t seem keen on arguing to stay.

Pidge flips one side of their headphones behind their ear to listen in.

“We are supposed to meet up with Keith after his class too. He hasn’t even gotten here yet it’d be rude to leave,” Pidge sighs.

“Ugh, like Keith is gonna wanna study either,” Lance sits up.

“Fair enough,” Hunk says.

“Speak of the devil,” Pidge motions to the stairs.

Lance glances over to see Keith climbing the stairs to the second-floor lounge. Well, how convenient is that for him to come at a time like this? Right when Lance is trying to weasel out of studying of course Keith comes. 

“Sorry I’m later than usual, class ran long,” Keith says, dropping his bag down on the ground and stretching. He raises his arms above his head and his shirt rises above his mid-drift. Then he pops a hip to the side and leans over. 

“What class is it again?” Hunk asks.

“Dance for non-majors, needed an elective this semester and we don’t have any normal athletic classes.”

Keith switches sides stretching. 

“Ohhh, that’s pretty cool honestly.”

Hunk and Keith keep discussing the course but Lance can’t help but notice something off as Keith stretches. His shirt is loose-fitting, which no isn’t out of the norm for Keith, but it looks like it is fitting around his chest weird. Lance has noticed Keith has a bit of muscle built on his chest before, just an observation, but it's like his muscle is gone and was replaced by tits or something. Maybe he’s wearing something like a harness underneath? Would you need a chest harness for dance? Well, Keith never mentioned what kind of dance. He feels like he would have noticed this too, Keith is always stretching for some reason.

* Ping*

Lance looks down at his phone to see a text from Pidge.

GREMLIN: Dude stop staring at Keith’s bewbies it’s CRAZY obvious 🙄🤮

Lo<3rBoy: wait theyre actually TITS????

GREMLIN: dawg Keith is trans I thought u knew this 🧐

“Keith’s trans??” Lance blurts out. 

Pidge can only facepalm in response. Keith and Hunk stop mid-conversation to give Lance a strange look. Lance gulps.

“Uh.. Yeah, I am. Hope that’s not an issue,” Keith says with his eyebrow lifted, voice hesitating.

“NO! No, I mean no not a problem at all! Just didn’t realize,” Lance chokes out. 

“Yeah, okay,” Keith pauses, “I guess I never said it to you directly so-”

Keith is still talking but Lance goes into his own mind again. He absolutely doesn’t have any issues with Keith being trans. It is actually just the opposite. Lance feels his face start to burn and a familiar throb in his groin. There is no way he can be thinking this stuff about Keith, his literal rival. The guy who just totally screwed him into staying longer. The guy who is constantly annoying him with all the stupid annoying shit he does. What he wouldn’t give to screw him. The guy that he fights with almost everyday, is making him feel like this. 

“I’ll be right back!” Lance yelps and gets up from his seat running off down the hallway. The others give each other a weird look and Hunk takes it upon himself to try and explain Lance. Hunk has no idea what is going on but blaming it on Lance not being able to study with how distracting the student center can be is a great cover.

The truth is, well it is embarrassing, but the truth is Lance is a porn addict. A lot of his free time he will spend scrolling Twitter, r34, Reddit, pornhub, or other sites more nefarious for something hot to jerk off to. It feels good so he doesn’t see why it's an issue. He also doesn’t do it every day, well of course it feels better to. Well, when he doesn’t do it every day, he has to do it multiple times a day. He just can’t stop looking at stuff. There is always something sexy he hasn’t seen and jerking off to something new is such a euphoric feeling. 

However, recently he has discovered something that can do it for him every time. Something that makes his dick hard without fail at just the thought of it. This is really nice because it sucks to scroll for hours to find something new to jack off to that isn’t insanely disgusting. That thing is cuntboys. He can’t remember how he came across it but ever since it has been his number one thing. Cuntboys getting fucked, cuntboys getting their pussy eaten out, cuntboys getting their tits sucked, cuntboys getting creampied, cuntboys being pregnant, everything. He can’t get off now without imagining impregnating a cuntboy. It even got to the point where he runs a secret page detailing all of his fantasies of having a cuntboy. He’ll only like stuff about trans guys and search for that on porn sites. He is a pervert in every sense of the word. 

All this being said, when Keith confirmed he was in fact trans all Lance could think was “IRL cuntboy”. Then he looked at Keith’s chest again, really focusing on the outline of his tits in the loose shirt. Then he realized Keith has a pussy. A boy pussy ready for breeding. This is why Lance is currently in this predicament. Locked in a bathroom stall, with his dick in his hands, furiously jacking off to his enemy Keith Kogane. 

Keith isn’t bad looking, no just the opposite. Lance had never consciously thought this but the barrier to him realizing Keith was super awesome sexy hot stuff was because he didn’t have a pussy. But now he knows he does and the floodgates will not close. He wants to see Keith’s ass in a tight pair of shorts. He wants to see if Keith still wears panties or if his pussy leaks and wets his boxers. He wants to lick Keith’s plump pussy until he arches his back and sprays squirt all over his face. If he could just come up behind him, grab him by his waist, and start rubbing his cock up against Keith’s cunt he could feel complete. The thoughts won’t stop coming but Lance has been gone too long and his dick is too spent to keep up. 

He wipes his hand off with some toilet paper and stuffs his half-chub back into his jeans. When he looks in the bathroom mirror his face is completely flushed red. He does his best with some cold water to fix it but to be honest he just looks like a wreck. 

Lance returns to the study table to find everyone chatting. He feels a sense of relief that they weren’t left to their own devices to wonder what Lance was up to.

“Woah, Lance, buddy are you okay?” Hunk says once he notices him coming back.

“Oh, yeah totally fine! Just a bad stomach ache,” he replies sitting down in his spot.

Then Keith speaks and suddenly Lance is reminded of his existence again.

“You know what, on second thought I better go back to the dorm. I’m not feeling good at all,” Lance squeaks and hurriedly scoops all of his belongings into his arms and runs off. 

“Are y’all sure he is okay with the whole being trans thing?” Keith asks, slumping down in his chair.

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Lance throws his stuff onto the floor next to his bed and lies down immediately. His dick is in his hand before he can even realize it. He strokes it roughly to one side as he pulls up a video on his phone. It’s one he frequents a lot of a trans guy getting creampied. He never realized until now but the dude has the same kind of emo-looking hair Keith does. Lance groans at the thought of seeing Keith like this. His pale body lay bare before him, warm cunt slightly soaked from arousal, and soft tits on full display. He’d rub his dick against his and get his tip sticky with boy pussy juice before pushing into his tight hole. Boy pussy looks like it has to feel the absolute best. 

Keith’s cunt would quiver and squeeze around his girthy cock as he rails into him. Each thrust careful to rub up inside of him. He’d pick up the speed just enough to make the sensation too much and Keith would start squirting as he fucks him into the mattress. Then once his cunt is loosened up he’d force himself as deep as he can push and creampie him. He’d hold Keith there by his hips and make him take every ounce of cum into his boy womb. Then he could lean down and suck on Keith’s perky tits while his seed takes its time knocking him up. 

Lance shudders, he wants to breed a cuntboy so badly. Now that he knows one IRL he really could do it. Keith could be a good whore and take him so well. Lance can only imagine Keith, pussy all puffy with his cum leaking out before he spills into his hands again. He is never going to be able to be around Keith normally again. 

When he really thinks about it though, Keith is a full-fledged slut. What kind of not slut would show up to a study sesh with his friends without a binder or nary a bra to cover his perky chest when wearing such a loose shirt. He is such a slut that he had tight pants on too. Keith always wears tight pants actually. He always has some skinny jeans, leather, or otherwise stretched-thin material hugging his thighs and truth be told, massive ass. What the hell? He is pretty much always asking for it. While Keith seems reclusive his fashion sense is quite the attention grabber. Lance seriously has no clue how he didn’t realize this before. Keith has always had his body on display. 

Lance can’t help himself from spending the rest of the day fantasizing about Keith and posting all sorts of deranged things about him on his secret page. Things like how he can’t wait to own Keith, how he wants to really study his shape next time he sees him, that he wants to search his underwear drawer, buy Keith sexy lingerie to wear for the night he knocks him up, how he wishes he could touch him in his sleep. Speaking of sleep, Lance can’t sleep and it is only fueling his delusions even more.

—

It’s been a few days since Lance’s reckoning and he has not stopped gooning. He skipped hangouts and class to jerk it to Keith. He is getting truly, deeply obsessed. When he ran into Keith the few times he went out of his dorm he had to sprint away before he popped a massive tent in his pants. He even tried scowling at him to try and keep him away from him in public. 

Lance is mid-fap to the thought of bruising Keith’s cunt with slaps when his phone chimes and interrupts him.

GREMLIN: Hangout 2nite @ my place? 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

H_MAN: Hell yes!!! Need a fun night fr

keith: i’ll be there.

Princess_of_theGC: Coming!!! I miss you all so much! I’ve been too busy :((((((

H_MAN: MISS U 2!!!

DAD: grad school is too busy maybe next time sorry…

Princess_of_theGC: Awww we will get you next time!!!!!

GREMLIN: indeed >:3

Lo<3rBoy: Still not feeling the best but I might come later dont want to miss out on an 

epic hangout 

Princess_of_theGC: I hope you feel better by tonight!!!!

GREMLIN: ^^

H_MAN: Feel better buddy!

DAD: Don’t forget there is an urgent care down two blocks from the student center…

It is free with your student ID

Lo<3rBoy: thx Shiro 

keith: get well soon lance

Get well soon Lance. Get well soon Lance? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is Keith thinking about Lance too? Could it be that Keith is desperately touching himself to the thought of Lance fucking him? No. Lance needs to get a grip on himself. He needs to calm down so he can go hangout with his friends tonight just like they always do on the weekends. It’s fine. Keith is still Keith. Same old annoying smartass who always somehow one-ups him. Same old pretty boy who he can never agree with and always gets into a fight with. Same old dude with a cunt waiting to be bred by Lance. It’s not fine. 

Lance has a plan as he walks up to Pidge’s door. There is undoubtedly going to be some drinking tonight. With drinking comes not so much coordination. So, when everyone is feeling it and it’s not so noticeable, Lance is going to cop a feel of whatever he can. Keith’s tits or ass will be easy enough to pass off as an accident but he wants the big prize. Lance wants to grasp Keith’s cunt for himself. If he can he wants to cup his hand over Keith’s pussy and press a finger onto his dick. He’ll keep him from escaping as he rubs forceful circles into his clit and watch him squirm. Lance is fully confident he can get the big prize too with his plan. He knows this is wrong but if he can pull it off, it could fuel him for weeks. 

Lance takes a deep breath and reaches into his jeans to pull his cock to sit between the waistband of his boxers to hide the chub he got from his plan. He knocks on the door and Pidge is there in an instant letting him. He steps inside getting plenty of welcomes and cheers from his friends and there right there by the kitchen is Keith. Keith stands with his back to Lance clearly concocting some sort of drink but that isn’t the important part, no, no, don’t pay attention to Keith’s drink. It’s his plump ass and thighs that are squeezed so tight into the pants he chose that the seems look like they could burst at any moment. Lance excuses himself to head over to him. 

Keith feels a tall body behind him and sees a long arm reach over him. It startles him but not enough to make him react. He looks back to see Lance who won’t even look at him. Lance was a friendly guy, after all, coming up behind him like this was probably just his norm. That is until Lance doesn’t move away and keeps himself pressed against Keith while making his own drink. He feels something poke at his ass, something firm pressing further. It’s large too, pressing from his ass into the small of his back. Lance pushes Keith up against the counter, subtly trapping him. Keith squirms but it only serves as friction for Lance.

“Lance what the fuck are you doing,” Keith curses low to not cause a commotion. He is thankful no one else noticed what was going on. He is not sure his pride could take it if they had. 

“Ah, sorry mullet didn’t see you there! You’re just so small you know,” Lance smirks and finally backs away.

Small? He is only a few inches shorter than Lance. What the actual hell is going on with him? His pride definitely couldn’t take this. Lance always knows just how to get under his skin.

“We’re basically the same damn height. Are you already that fucked up?” 

“Oh, I didn’t mean height.”

Lance swiftly skirts away from the conversation to join the others in the living room. Did Lance just cock size shame him? Keith’s brows furrow intensely trying to make any sense of why Lance would do that. Just to fuck with him because now he knows something more vulnerable about Keith? It’s just too fucked up to think Lance would dislike him enough to use that against him. If he was going to call his dick small he could have just done that without humping him too. Did Lance really want to humiliate Keith for it that badly? Keith can’t make sense of any of it. Lance isn’t any better than him just because he got born with a massive dumb dick.

The alcohol doesn’t do much to help Lance with his hard-on but he is too proud of himself for getting a few grinds in against Keith straight away. If only he had the courage to actually look Keith in the eye when he was doing it. What he wouldn’t give to see his shocked, annoyed expression. He eyes Keith every so often, taking in as much about his figure as he can. His chest is smooth tonight, unfortunately, having a binder on will make it much harder for him to get a feel of some boy tits. However, Lance does notice that the flesh of Keith’s hips spills over the hem of his pants just slightly and that Keith doesn’t pack. Or at least he wasn’t packing tonight. From where he is sitting he can see the dark fabric getting sucked in by Keith’s cunt. His chubby folds give him a prominent pussy print. Lance almost drools on the couch. He feels like he can see the smallest bump of a t-dick as well but it’s too dark to tell if he is hallucinating it or not. Lance wants to inspect his cunt so badly. 

Keith stays reserved in the corner of the room, away from Lance. He is still trying to figure out his angle. Ever since he officially came out to him he has been avoiding him and now it’s like his blue eyes are burning through his skin. Every time he looks up he can see Lance gazing at him up and down. It takes Keith too long to realize why and he quickly closes his legs. He feels like he is being hunted and he hates every second of it. Keith is no stranger to Lance’s glaring but this is a much different gaze. He feels violated just sitting there. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take. Has Lance seriously never seen a trans body like his before? 

Before he can realize it Lance is up from his seat and his hand slides along Keith’s waist as he passes him to the kitchen once more. Keith shivers. Why is Lance touching him, just what is he up to? Whatever it is, Keith isn’t comfortable being around him right now. Keith zips his jacket up and goes to stand up quickly and almost trips because of it. Then there’s that hand on his waist again. It holds him firmly this time.

“Woah there buddy, seems like you’ve had a bit too much.. Are you okay?” Lance asks, something in his voice feigning sincerity.  

Keith’s eyes go wide and he can’t respond. He stares into Lance’s eyes with a new found horror. He’s been caught like prey. 

“Here let me help you.”

Lance helps Keith onto both his feet and places his hand firmly in his back pocket, squeezing without remorse for Keith’s ass. Keith wants to move away but Lance has him firmly placed at his side. 

Right now the room is a dizzying scene for Keith. His being groped easily goes unnoticed by the other drunk college students that surround him. Pidge and Hunk are on the karaoke mic, horribly screeching a song only the two of them know. Shiro and Allura are talking up a storm about some sort of lecture they had with Professor Coran. With everyone distracted he has no hope of escaping Lance’s grasp without causing a scene. 

Lance squeezes tighter on his ass and plays with the bit of skin the pokes out from the waist of his pants. Keith can’t help but feel his face get hot. But when were the two of them not known to cause a scene? Keith has made up his mind. He is not too drunk to fight Lance right now. Suddenly Lance is pinned to the floor with Keith above him pushing his arm to his throat. Lance’s eyes blow wide but with some sort of sick fascination that Keith can’t make out.

“Woah! Hey no street fighting inside!” Pidge scolds them and then continues singing.

“You guys know that you have to take that outside,” Hunk says while he is waiting for his turn.

“I’d actually prefer if there was no fighting tonight,” Shiro decides to chime in. 

With that Keith hops off of Lance and brushes himself off. He gives Lance a glare before he heads off to the door. 

“Don’t worry, I was just leaving,” Keith says, waving a hand and slamming the door behind him. 

Keith usually heads out early and usually because of Lance so no one really bats an eye at him going. It is typical for those two to get physical when not in a school building. Which is exactly why Lance can’t wipe the shit eating grin off his face. He knew he wouldn’t get caught if he could rile Keith up enough. Though, he just realized how hard it is gonna be to catch this guy. He isn’t so much of a slut that he’ll give himself up with just a touch. Lance will have to try a little harder to bring him to his bed. Still, his grinds and gropes are a big win. He can’t wait to tell his blog all about how cuntboy ass feels through a pair of tight pants. 

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Keith wanted to run but he couldn’t. He felt like he should be nauseous but nothing was coming up. He couldn’t bring himself to be fully disgusted by the situation, only deeply ashamed of himself… because he was enjoying being touched like that. He is furious with himself so walking it off is the only way to get it out.

Keith isn’t stupid by any means but when it came to his love life he felt like he was. He knew it’d be harder to date as a gay trans man but getting no game in all 21 years of his life wasn’t at all what he was expecting. It’s not like he didn’t try or didn’t have options but the options just weren’t good. He got lots of offers but all from much older men or guys who still view him as a woman, which he wouldn’t stoop so low just to get some. The times he tried to pursue someone, it didn’t work at all. That someone just happened to be Lance. 

All freshman year he had it bad for him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t still. He just isn’t as embarrassing to himself now about the whole thing. Everything he did just seemed to get on Lance’s nerves however so he gave up on being obvious long ago and resorted to other methods. 

He’d try very subtle stuff now. He wore tight pants to show off his ass because honestly, Keith knew it was his best asset and that Lance was an ass man. He’d stretch in exposing ways in front of Lance to try and catch his attention. One time he even bent down right in front of him so that his pants would slip down and reveal a thong and while Lance did look slightly flustered, that still didn’t do anything to change their dynamic. Keith thought he had a good chance with Lance because he was bisexual and all but seriously nothing worked. It didn’t deter him from his slutty acts though. 

So now, here he is, finally with an answer as to why none of that worked before. Lance is a total chaser and thought Keith was a cis dude. It was a relief truly, now he knows he was attractive to Lance. Well, is attractive to Lance. And that brings Keith to his other thoughts. He’s more humiliated that Lance got his paws all over him and he kinda liked it. Maybe he would try to deny it if he hadn’t spent years exposing himself to Lance over and over just for his attention. Maybe he could deny it if he hadn’t gotten a bit wet from it. Those long, slender fingers that squeezed him just the right way. Those fingers attached to the hand that cupped his cheek. Everything was against him in this situation. He is so disgusted with himself that he can’t even focus on being disgusted by Lance.

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The next day Keith awakes with a headache and feels like his eyes are drooping down his face. It wasn’t even the drinks he had, just the exhaustion from the previous night. He had felt so tired but when he finally got to his bed last night, he couldn’t for the life of him fall asleep. So he was just stuck there with the memory of Lance harshly gripping his hips and ass. With each replaying of a squeeze Keith felt himself throb. He couldn’t be so pathetic to be a mess over just a touch. But, he had never been touched like that before. Hell he hasn’t even really held hands before. At least, not with someone he had feelings for. Inconvenient feelings. Would he react like this if he and Lance were just holding hands? Maybe? 

Keith shifts in his bed uncomfortably to turn on his dorm’s light. The light sends another pang through his skull and he decides it is better that it stays off for today. The annoying throbbing between his legs makes him groan. He should be totally turned off of Lance right now. Every logical thought leads to staying away from him. His persistent boner is making it impossible to be logical. He gets up and grabs a change of boxers from his drawer and heads to his bathroom. He can’t be more thankful that his school offers single rooms right now. He can’t imagine how it would be if he had to go to those communal showers at the other colleges he toured. 

Of course he does imagine it though as it slips his mind to make sure the water is cold instead of warm. He’d be in one of those cubicle showers, his caddy on the floor, and clothes hung just outside. The curtain to his shower would be perfectly closed but the one blocking the changing area would be slightly ajar. Lance lives on his floor now. He has only been to his dorm door, for some reason he would never let him in. He returns to his fantasy, just confirming that in this fake shower scenario, Lance would have to use the same communal shower area as him. 

Lance would come into the shower area. Strolling through the hall to see which one he would want to use that day. Then he would see it. Keith’s clothes hung up just inside one of the cubicles. Keith would be none the wiser as Lance slipped in, placing his stuff down next to Keith’s. Keith would have his back turned to the curtain as it opened and those long slender fingers wrap around his waist, tugging him close to the firm figure behind him. He’d feel a head settle in the crook of his neck while the shock is still there. Lance would glide his hands up his hips, just under his ribcage and then back down to cup his stomach and softly start grinding against him. Keith let out a quiet moan at the thought. 

His large dick would slowly glide between his ass and then promptly slip down between his thighs, rubbing against the tight heat that lies there. Keith feels his dick throb more intensely now. He moves a hand down to stroke at the sensitive tip. It doesn’t feel like enough compared to his fantasy so he cups himself and tries to grind against his hand. He can feel just how much slick is leaking from his hole with his finger tips. That slick would be covering Lance’s cock, making it lubed up just enough to slip inside of his cunt. The stretch would make Keith claw into anything he could get his hands on. 

Keith pushes himself against his shower wall, sighing out the breath of air that got lost along its way. He has both his hands on himself now. One with two fingers vigorously pumping inside of his cunt and and the other rubbing his dick in maddening circles. The wall grants him some support but his legs get weaker and weaker. Lance would clench his hands on his waist again, the same intense way he did last night and pull Keith down on his cock. His lips would brush Keith’s neck until they were biting and sucking dark bruises on the tender flesh. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the things Lance would whisper to him after finding out just how bold he was. Before he knew it Keith was cumming on his own hands, squirting at his own musings. 

Keith comes to and thwacks his head on the tile wall. This was not the cold shower he intended to have at all. He turns the water off and steps out to dry himself off. His lower half looks impossibly swollen and he can’t help the shame he feels. It isn’t out of his norm to think about Lance when touching himself but he has every reason not to. Maybe he just can’t get it out of his mind because now he knows Lance likes him back, for one reason or another. It’s all too confusing and way too many feelings for Keith to work out. Those really aren’t his thing. It took him long enough to come to terms with his helpless crush on Lance, it doesn’t need to become a desperate one.

Keith sighs, preparing himself to step out into the world again. AKA just leaving his dorm to go to the dining hall. Keith turns the handle and steps out to see Lance just about to pass his door. He locks eyes with him and freezes. He has never had a freeze reaction like this. A totally, completely, deer caught in headlights look dawns his face. Lance looks like he just won the lottery with the smirk he wears.

“Oh Keith! How are you feeling after last night?” Lance asks.

Keith’s eyebrows furrow but his bewildered gaze doesn’t change. Is Lance really going to ask him that in the hallway? Is he really going to be so casual about assaulting him? 

“I know you didn’t drink too much but you seemed pretty woozy,” Lance continues. 

Oh no. No, maybe this is worse. No way he is going to pretend like nothing happened. That could very well drive Keith insane. It’s bad enough what he just did to the thought of Lance and now he has to face his innocence act. 

“What the hell are you on about Lance?” Keith spits out, face slightly flushed. 

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m just checking in on my buddy,” Lance reaches out his hand for Keith’s shoulder. Keith swats it away.

“I’m not your buddy. Get out of my way,” Keith scowls and starts to walk away.

“Woah man! Hey, it’s not my fault you’re a lightweight.”

“Fuck off. I’m no light weight.”

“I mean it really didn’t seem that way last-”

“Drop it Lance.”

“You gonna call me good doggy if I do?”

“What?!”

With that Keith whips around and grabs Lance by the shirt collar. 

“Just what the hell is wrong with you?” Keith growls, but his face is still hot. 

“Nothing, nothing! Just teasing my buddy,” Lance raises his hand in surrender. 

“Not your buddy.”

If the hallway was tense, the elevator ride down to the cafeteria was worse. It’s as if because Lance knew no one could walk in on them, that he thought he could get away with anything. He scoots closer to Keith who is impossible squeezed into the corner of the box to get distance between the two of them. 

“So how long you been on hormones?” Lance asks. 

“Why the hell do you want to know?” Keith retorts.

“Just curious.”

“A bit before college, so three years.”

“Hmm.”

Lance’s indiscriminate hum makes his skin crawl. It’s like it confirmed something for him. He shouldn’t have answered. Before another possibly nefarious question popped up, the doors opened and released Keith into the caf. He tried to walk ahead of Lance or lose him but Lance kept up with his pace. Lance followed him throughout the whole process of Keith filling up his tray. Keith glared at him the whole time. 

Lance’s goal today was a bit different than last night’s. There’s no substance to blame his actions on so he wants to test Keith’s sober limits. So far it is going well. By well, he hasn’t been punched in the face and despite Keith clearly wanting Lance to leave him alone, he hasn’t gotten rid of him yet. He already scored a good piece of intel for his blog. Keith is about 3 years on T, which means his t-dick is perfectly swollen up to a nice size by now. It also means he probably doesn’t get periods, so more time for fucking and breeding. Lastly, but not least, Keith is certainly horny all the time. He has to be the way he blushes at everything Lance says and does and that is perfect confirmation. He will have to detail all of this on his blog, and any other changes to Keith’s body he can fantasize about. 

Keith conveniently sits at a booth table in the corner. He doesn’t know just how good this is for Lance. It’s almost stupid on his part but of course Keith wouldn’t want to risk being humiliated in front of the entire caf by sitting at the center tables. Keith jams himself up against the wall of the booth, probably half expecting Lance to take a seat on the other side like he usually does but Lance plops himself right next to Keith. Keith lets out something like a growl but it's too cute to Lance to be threatening. Keith takes a bite of his food. 

“So, do you get really turned on when you take your T?” 

Keith immediately spits out his food and slams his fork on the table, making a loud noise with the tray. 

“Lance what the fuck?” Keith shouts. 

The caf gets a bit quiet but soon enough fills back up with chatter. Keith’s head falls into his hands. Mostly to hide his intense flush. How could he ask a question like that? It’s too embarrassing. 

“I’m waiting~,” Lance teases. 

“I have no obligation to talk to you.”

“Just curious,” Lance says and places his hand on Keith’s thigh, squeezing lightly. High up on Keith’s thigh. Keith stiffens and gasps at the touch. He tries desperately to bury his head further into his hands.

“If you want me to let go you’re gonna have to give me an answer,’ Lance teases again, moving his hand further up Keith’s thigh, his pinky finger just barely brushing the spot between. “Unless, you don’t want me to stop? We could do it right here in this booth if that’s what you’re into.” Lance goes to shift his hand up again but Keith grabs it and yanks it away. 

“It does. Now stop,” Keith says weakly, his face impossibly red. He crosses his legs tightly and throws Lance’s hand away from himself. Lance hums appreciatively at the answer and then takes a bite of his own food. His attention is not lost on how Keith continues to squeeze his thighs together tightly. 

Keith is deep into playing with his food, using his fork to toss little tofus around when Pidge and Hunk come to his rescue and sit down at the other side of the booth. Or at least he thought they would. 

“This is odd. I usually sit on Keith’s side,” Pidge states and sits down next to the booth wall. 

“What, you don’t want to sit next to me?” Hunk jokes.

“Well, I never said that,” Pidge says and then pops a crouton in their mouth.

“Keith isn’t feeling the best from last night so I’ve taken up supporting him today,” Lance says.

“You? Supporting? Keith? HAH that has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever heard you say! Oh my god,” Pidge bursts into laughter. 

“I don’t need support and I’m fine. He is a big nuisance actually,” Keith grumbles still tossing his tofu about. 

“That sounds much more correct,” Pidge chokes out at the end of their laughter. 

“So just bothering our loner for the hell of it? That sounds much more like you Lance,” Hunk chuckles.

“Hey! I can be caring, I can be nice to mullet,” Lance dramatically defends himself. 

“Calling him mullet is defeating your point,” Pidge chimes in.

“I don’t need you guys ganging up on me when I’m doing a good deed. I-,” Lance continues into a rant that Keith can’t focus on. 

Lance isn’t doing any good deed. If they knew exactly what Lance was doing they would be horrified by their friend’s actions. Seriously, who does he think he is acting like this? There is no good reason for it at all. This has to be all just for Lance’s sick amusement he gets when arguing with Keith. That dumb rivalry, it's alway that- Suddenly, that hand is back on his thigh just where it left off. Lance is still talking though and with each punctuated word he shifts his hand further until it is fully cupping his cunt. Keith can’t help his shocked face and being right across from Pidge was the worst possible situation. At least Hunk would’ve asked what was going on. Hunk would’ve assumed that he was sick. But Pidge, damned Pidge was too freakishly smart for assumptions. Pidge was also not interested in sticking around to find out the details of this arrangement Lance and Keith were in. 

Before he knew it Pidge was whisking Hunk away on some excuse of needing sunlight to photosynthesize their food. Great. Just great. They couldn’t have stuck around just one more second to figure out that this wasn’t something Keith was approving of? They couldn’t have stuck around just one more second to figure out that he and Lance had not hooked up and that’s why Lance is glued to his side and touching him in public? 

“Way to play it cool Keith,” Lance antagonizes as if he isn’t pushing his palm into Keith’s crotch. 

“They’re going to think we fucked Lance,” Keith says through gritted teeth. 

“Well, I don’t have any issue with that. Are you done with your food? We could go make their theories a fact,” Lance pushes a couple of fingers at a growing wet spot. Keith only sighs? Moans? Whatever it was, it wasn't how he wanted to sound. 

Keith abruptly stands up and scrambles over Lance to escape the booth. 

“Do not talk to me,” Keith huffs and storms off. 

Lance whistles in his direction and stretches out at the booth. He pulls out his phone to get the last word in.

Lo<3rBoy: If you don’t like me touching you so badly then why do you let it go on for so long ?

keith: i said dont talk to me

Lo<3rBoy: Not denying it ?? trans guys really are sluts

Lo<3rBoy: Not denying that either ? 

Lance sees the messages as seen but Keith doesn’t seem to have any response to it. Then his phone pings with a different message. Pidge must have seen he was online. 

GREMLIN: next time u 2 hook up dont let round 2 happen in front of me!!!!!11!!!1

GREMLIN: also OMG ?? Lance and Keith hooking up i totally called it 😍😝😱

Lo<3rBoy: You called it ?

GREMLIN: DUH u couldnt stop oogling him for like a whole WEEK 🤮🤮🤮

Lo<3rBoy: That doesnt mean he likes me back

GREMLIN: he has had a crush on u since 4vr bruhfhesj 

GREMLIN: we’ve talked about it b4

Lo<3rBoy: HE HAS A CRUSH ON ME??????!

GREMLIN: u guys didnt hookup did u ?🥸

Lo<3rBoy: What makes you think that ??

GREMLIN: u wouldnt react that way if u hooked up itd be obvious he likes u back if u were exploring eachothers bodies last niteee 🤯

GREMLIN: u r bold and disgusting

Lo<3rBoy: Am not

GREMLIN: whatever happened btween u 2 u both need to b on board or im calling cops on u

GREMLIN: and shiro

Lo<3rBoy: PIDGE ! I would never who do you think I am?!!

GREMLIN: just checking cuz he looked like this 🤢

Lo<3rBoy: He did not!

GREMLIN: ew bye ! im out of this convo 

That was closer than Lance wanted it to be. He didn’t want to be outed to their friend 

group. He got too bold. He couldn’t help himself though. Keith answered his questions and it just made him want to touch him so badly. That’s not his fault at all. He was so close to a cuntboy and it made him delirious. Keith smelled so good he truly couldn’t help himself. He must’ve showered that morning because his pine shampoo was strong on his hair. The fresh scent made it too hard not to touch him. His thighs are so soft, like those pillows that keep the imprint of your hand when you press down into it and then slowly fills back to its shape. Oh, and his pussy. The big prize Lance scored today. It sure was plump. A perfect thick shape that Lance can only imagine burying his face into, being completely enveloped in that fatty cunt. Keith was the perfect shape. Thick in the perfect spots and tiny in his waist and chest. He has a pornstar body for sure. 

Anyway, it’s not his fault but he will be more careful next time. Speaking of careful, he quickly cleans up his and Keith’s trays and sprints back to his room before his boner gets too large to go unnoticed. He half wants to knock on Keith’s door when he passes it but he better not push it too much today. Lance swings open the door to his room and shuts it just as fast. He isn’t sure what he wants to do first. Should he get on his bed and get some energy out or should he go straight to his desk and start writing everything he learned. Yeah that, he doesn’t want to forget anything. He brushes his pile of used tissues from the desk  onto the growing pile on the floor and opens his laptop to his page. He pulls his cock from his pants and gets to stroking it like its the last time he ever can.

cuntboylo<3rboy: 3 years! 3 years his bottom growth must be large, it must swell up and throb just like a little micropenis would and flush red, and he gets horny when he takes his T which means that adorable budding goonstick looks like that every time he takes his shot, oh and hes wet so so ssoso wet gdgsghjjjjjjjjjjjj i got a bit of his boypussy juices on my fingers its not a lot becuz it was through his clothes but its enough to smell the scent, he showered today bceuz his hair smelled lovely like pine but oh his pussy it smells like whore. Not too musky but enough to have that sweet sex scent i tried to taste it but it wasnt enough for that, but technically i tasted boy cunt for the first time today and ohhh that is it, i just spilled a ton of seed that shouldve been spilled into that perfectly plump pussy of his, he liked it too when i touched him he whimpered even and didnt push me away until it was to the point of being socially unacceptable to be seen like that in public I made that sticky cunt drip with slick  and he coultnt even deny it I wonder if he is touching himself right now no way he isnt with how slutty his body naturally is

Lance only continues his incessant postings about Keith. His hand is disgustingly covered in cum and he is still going. He barely takes the time to use a tissue to clean up before discarding it to the desk. His jeans are stained all around the hem. Some cum from when he tried to wipe it away, stuck to his fingers, started to dirty his keyboard. The words he is writing become clumps of nonsense as it becomes harder to type with the mess. He posts his blurb but doesn’t make an effort to remove the hand from his cock as he shifts to his bed. 

He pulls out a fleshlight from his side drawer and pours an obscene amount of lube into the thing before tossing the bottle and using both hands to thrust into it. He groans out with the first thrust. The amount of slick fluids making his dick feel like it's in an ocean of pleasure. He can only imagine this is what it feels like to be inside of Keith, except warmer and squishier. He leaked so much at lunch, he will certainly be this wet once he gets a big cock inside of him. Lance’s big cock of course. Lance only adds to the wetness with another burst of cum into the toy. What is he going to try with him next? He isn’t sure if he can wait to go further for much longer.

—

Keith looks down at his bed sheets with horror. Squirt stains coat the entirety of the cotton spread. This arousal has to stop. He has decided it at this moment. There is no reason for all of this. He cannot behave this way after being touched indecently. But it’s really hard to not give in. This is disgusting though. How the hell is he going to get this to the laundry room. 

Trans guys are sluts? This isn’t helping him disprove Lance’s claim at all. Just what would he do if Lance called him a slut to his face? What if he whispered it in his ear? Keith frustratedly throws his hands up as another pang of arousal shoots through him.

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Lance cannot believe he is here again in the student center getting no work done and waiting on Keith to arrive. It feels like a sick deja-vu. He hasn’t even touched his laptop since this morning when he had to clean his spoils off of it. He is just staring at the closed top plastered with stickers. At least they came here later so he hasn’t been slacking off for too long but these study sessions do not work for him. At least he had the foresight to make sure the only open spot at their table was next to him so Keith has to sit there. It seems Keith has made it here before his projected ETA and Lance is delighted by it. Pidge makes a face and bumps Hunk in the arm to look and then exchange some kind of weird hand ritual. They think it’s a wholesome smile Lance is giving. Cute.

Keith gives a disdainful look and sighs before setting his bag down between himself and Lance. Keith greets both Pidge and Hunk and then pulls out a textbook to stick his nose in. Cold shoulder even when sitting right next to each other, touche Kogane. Pidge and Hunk continue to snicker amongst themselves. Lance signals with his hand crossing his throat for them to cut it out. The two try to stifle their laughter between tight lips and get back to work after giving each other one more knowing glance. 

Lance sighs knowing he probably shouldn’t pull any stunts today. He needs to catch up after missing a week anyway. He flips up his laptop and signs in. The mundane task had him staring off through the window before he could feel a death glare on his back. Lance turns to Keith to give him one back. All he did was open his laptop. What was so provoking about that? Keith is still hiding behind the textbook but his face has that now very familiar shocked and flushed look about it. Lance raises an eyebrow and then looks to his laptop. His blog is still open. 

The text is large and erotic gifs cover the entire page. His username is large and displayed at the top. He slams the laptop shut so hard he almost fears he might’ve broken it. The blood drains from his face and he feels sweat prick his neck. This would be one thing if he had planned for Keith to see this. If he had plotted to open it up and let him get a glance at the thing to keep him curious but that was all the info on display there. He didn’t plan for this, this is his big secret blog that makes him look much more like a loser than a smooth coercer. 

Keith opens his mouth like he’s about to say something but he seems just as stunned at Lance’s utter mortification that nothing comes out. He desperately wants to know what thoughts are racing through his mind right now. 

“I gotta go!” Lance yelps and scoops up his things, especially the laptop and bolts. 

“I swear he always has to go once it’s time to work,” Hunk scoffs. 

—

Keith somehow managed to sit and study for a few hours. If for no other reason than to distract himself from what he saw. Lance harassing him is terrible but him making public posts online under a username like that? He is so obvious too it makes Keith want to punch a wall. He can’t just go around posting that stuff and not about himself. What if someone saw that? The full documentation of him being assaulted and then Lance bragging about it. Is he crazy? He must be. 

Keith sets his books and bag down at his desk. He makes the stack neat before going to lay on his bed and pull out his phone. There is a message from Shiro asking if he is okay that he is going to promptly ignore. Shiro said he wasn’t even going to be at that party. But of course he was and he couldn’t even come to his rescue either. Probably because he got drunk one too many times confessing his "like" for Lance to both him and Pidge. Keith curses. What a perfect situation for that total freak pervert to be in. 

He exits his messages and goes onto the forum site he saw Lance using. He clicks on the search bar and his finger hovers over the “c” on his keyboard. Does he really want to see everything Lance has been posting about? Kinda… 

He tentatively types out each letter, spelling out the ludicrous username Lance chose. He sees the profile pop up and he still hesitates. The profile picture is distasteful at best. An up close shot of a gaping pussy with a cum like fluid flowing out and an erect t-dick. Way to be subtle. He taps the profile, trying to desensitize himself. The bio is not any better. “Hunting cuntboy goon meat to breed 😉” Keith crinkles his nose. Lance’s language on this profile is colorful. 

“No pity for stupid cuntboy porn whores. Their holes are squelching and begging to be used as “FREE HOLES FOR MILKING BALLS”. Pour the sperm inside the whore, he will take every drop CUTBOYS ARE JUST MEAT FOR BREEDING”

Keith audibly gasps. That’s the pinned post on the blog. It's just crude. The more Keith scrolls the worse it gets. The ones about himself he can barely read. Lance is saying such lewd stuff about him. He’s surprised that Lance hasn’t accidentally named dropped him. He can’t tell if he would prefer that over the nickname he chose though. “Fat pussied emo porn meat.” Keith shuttered. It made him feel dirty being seen like that. Completely and totally objectifying. Which is ironic considering the way he had been acting around him. But.. fat pussied? What the hell Lance. Keith looks down at his crotch and groans at the very clear imprint in his pants. So what if he had a nice body, he knew that, it doesn’t make him “porn meat.” Does it? Keith doesn’t even know what he is trying to argue about with himself. 

This blog is disgusting but not so much that it has put Keith off of Lance. In fact it seems the more he reads the harder of a time he has trying to dissolve his feelings for Lance. He just can’t shake him. He has really wanted Lance and now, clearly, Lance really wants him too. It’s just not at all how he imagined it. He wouldn’t mind the debauched bullshit if they were in a relationship or something. Or if Lance had a sweet side with him. Man does he wish Lance would’ve just tried to date him and then he could discover this freaky side later. He would at least feel a little less conflicted about it. A bit less dirty. 

Then it hits Keith. Maybe it isn’t too late. Lance probably wouldn’t object to going on a date. He just needs to make it clear that there isn’t any funny business. It needs to be an honest date with just hand holding and maybe a kiss, or whatever you do on a date. At the least maybe it will have Lance back off a bit. Keith sets his phone down on his nightstand and gets up. He changes his boxers that may or may not have gotten wet and tosses them to his hamper. He doesn’t want any evidence when he goes to talk to Lance. 

Keith braces himself before going out into the hallway and walking down to Lance’s door. What if Lance isn’t even here? No, he probably is. With the way he writes it’d be surprising that he was ever outside in the real world. He knocks on the door firmly and hears a strangled yelp and some crashing. Then there is a rummaging sound, and some hopping, and then finally the door clicks unlocked; and Lance is peaking his head out of the door. He is standing in a way that is completely blocking any view of the room from Keith. He isn’t wearing a shirt so all Keith can see is his tan torso leading down to some very loose fitting pj pants that are barely pulled up all the way. Keith swallows.

“Keith?! What are you doing here?” Lance seems shocked to see him.

“We need to talk,” Keith says, looking Lance directly in the eyes. Lance’s gaze falters. 

“Uh.. Yeah okay what is it man?”

“It’s a private matter. Can I come in?”

“I wasn’t really prepared for guests. Why don’t we talk here?”

“It’s not a conversation for the hallway.”

“Fine, let’s go to your room then.”

“Hell no! I’m not letting you into my room.”

“Then we aren’t gonna talk! Bye!”

Lance tries to shut the door but Keith catches it with his hand and holds it open.

“I’m not going until we talk.”

“You seriously can’t come in here. Please let’s just go to your room.”

“You’re not getting into my room unless we talk first!” Keith yells, getting impatient.

Lance sighs, “Deal then. Don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.”

Keith brushes past Lance and into the room where he is immediately stopped in his tracks. He hears the door click behind him but if you asked him when he couldn’t tell you. He is too busy staring at the paused porn video on Lance’s laptop and the pile of used tissues on the desk and the massive pile under the desk and the discarded underwear next to the giant pile and the big posters above Lance’s bed that depict anime boys in bikinis or cat outfits and the used fleshlight on his nightstand and oh. god. The picture of Keith that he had no idea was taken of him, covered, in jizz. 

“Holy shit,” Keith breathes out. “When was the last time you cleaned here?” was the only other thing Keith could think to say. He knew Lance would be in but he didn’t ever think he would stumble upon a mess like this. Lance again for the first time in a while looks flustered.

“I clean once a week I’ll have you know!” he says, crossing his arms. 

Keith scoffs. This is maybe a week's worth of spend? Keith could never keep up with this guy. Just how much does he have inside him? He was going right before he walked in too. How much would he have come from that session? Lance turns his body away from him and it snaps Keith out of his thoughts. 

“I wanted to talk to you about your- Can you face me when I talk to you?” Keith cuts himself off. Lance isn’t acknowledging him. “Hello? Earth to Lance?”

“I can’t.”

“Hell you mean you can’t? Move your feet and turn.”

“I can’t!’

“Dammit Lance! I can barely focus in here, at least listen to what I’m saying!”

“You should listen to me!” Lance shouts and turns around without much thought. Keith sees it then. The large, very obvious, boner tenting Lance’s pants. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Jeez, I can’t have you in here with me, it's doing crazy things to my brain.”

Keith groans, “Just, find a way to cover yourself and we will go to my room. I can’t focus in this sty either.’

“It’s not that dirty in here!”

The two walk down the hall to Keith’s room after Lance gets himself situated. Keith has never been happier to smell dorm hallway air in his life. He knows he will probably regret letting Lance into his room but it’ll be better than that disgusting place of his. 

Lance stands awkwardly in his room. Keith can see his eyes glancing around. What could Lance be thinking right now? 

"We need to talk about your behavior around me, Lance," Keith exhales.

"What about it?" Lance replies back in an all to nonchalant way. Keith tries not to blow a fuse at it. What about it? What about everything?! Seriously what is wrong with him.

"Don't play coy right now. I don't know if you've forgotten or are just that deluded but I'm not just some… fantasy. I'm a real person Lance. The stuff you're doing and the things you say online are—"

"Are turning you on?" Lance says cooly and steps in Keith's direction, hand outstretched. 

Keith masterfully dodges his percieved attacker. His fists raise, ready to neutralize Lance if needed but Lance is out of his way, pulling out a pair of damp boxers from Keith's laundry hamper. Keith freeze in place staring at the incriminating pair he thought he didn't need to worry about anymore. 

Lance raises the boxers to his face and holds them there while he takes a deep inhale and an absolutely delighted exhale. 

"Your swamp pussy's boystink is addicting. I may as well pocket this considering I'm the reason for it," Lance crudely says. Keith mentally kicks himself for letting Lance get leverage… and for liking someone who speaks like this.

"What the hell are you even saying?" Keith shakes his head. He holds onto the wall behind him, holding his body up. He tells himself he's just trying to keep his distance but his thigh muscles contract and relax without his permission. 

"You're acting like you're freaked out but I bet you can't help but leak from that plump cunt of yours. I bet if I pressed my fingertips, even just lightly, against your slut parts I'd feel all your pussy juices flood. Isn't that right bitch boy?"

And Lance does exactly that. 

Keith shudders. Lance presses two fingers sqaurely on his hole. The fabric there isn't quite wet but when he presses further dampness is there. Now it's Lance's turn to shudder and Keith sees his eyes narrow. 

"Are you sure you want to correct my behavior, or be coerced by it? Because to me—there doesn't seem to be an issue." 

Keith can only grit his teeth as Lance starts to rest his palm over him. He shouldn't want this. He doesn't want this. Keith feels his body pulse, red hot lava in his veins. His heart quickens and rushes his ears. Why does he have to like this? His thighs squeeze again to betray him further.

And Lance pulls away.

Keith stops himself from letting slip the most pathetic whimper. Covering it with a not so subtle cough. "Why'd you stop?" Keith says before he even processed the thought first. The lava flows from his veins to his flushed face. "I mean-! Fuck, damnit Lance!" Keith shouts while hastily pushing him away. 

"Woah woah, calm down fiesty kitty boy. Daddy wasn't planning on breeding you until he's taken you on date."

Keith again cannot believe his ears. One because he was just called "kitty boy," and two because Lance had somehow read his mind this whole time. "Date?" Keith repeats back in a daze. 

"Yes, Keith, I would love to go on a date with you. How about tomorrow at eight? Oh! That sounds great Lance, I can't wait for you to pump me full of that goonstick's cum. Don't worry my fat pussied pornmeat, Daddy's gonna make sure you're overflowing."

And Lance leaves with Keith's boxers in tow.