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“We should set up some ground rules,” says Lance.
“Why the hell would we need ground rules? What are you planning on doing?”
“Personally I would like to just go about my life,” says Lance, “So if that’s cool with you, we’ll just act as if it’s business as usual.”
“Fine by me,” says Keith, crossing his arms over his chest. Lance goes to walk away and Keith has this sudden moment of panic where he realizes Lance is taking his body somewhere unsupervised by him. “No jerking me off!”
“See…,” says Lance, spinning back around. “That is an important ground rule that we need to establish.”
“How does that not go without saying?” snaps Keith.
“You gave me the go ahead to go about my life,” says Lance, defensively. “I have my daily routine and I’d rather not alter it just because when we went into the healing pods at the same time, it short-circuited and swapped our quintess-whatever.” He rolls his wrists as he struggles to remember the word the rest of the Paladins use daily and it is so bizarre to see Lance’s mannerism being used by his body that Keith momentarily can’t argue.
But only for a moment…
“It’s six vargas! Coran said he’d have the pods ready to swap our quintessence back into our proper bodies by tonight and you can’t wait a whole six vargas to jerk off?!” Keith does not enjoy hearing his anger come out as Lance’s voice. He feels it undercuts his message.
“What else am I supposed to do to pass the time?” asks Lance, throwing out his arms and morphing Keith’s face into one of Lance’s doofy looks.
“Not. That,” says Keith, through gritted teeth.
“Fine, I’ll find something else to do,” groans Lance in Keith’s voice. He turns to go and Keith follows. Lance looks back at his own body which is right on his heels. “What are you doing?”
“Do you seriously think I’m going to leave you alone after that conversation?”
“Oh, so new ground rule, you can’t leave me alone?”
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They spend the day together in the lounge, sitting across from each other, staring.
It’s kinda maddening, looking at Keith’s own body from outside of it. What’s worse is how twitchy Keith feels. He just can’t seem to relax. It’s like his body doesn’t want to sit still. It wants to move and stretch.
He wants to go train to relieve this anxious energy, but Lance just says, “Nope” to his suggestion of them doing this together then spins himself so Keith’s legs are over the top of the couch and his head his hanging off the seat part. “Your neck is sore,” complains Lance.
He goes to rub it and Keith just says, “No.” He’d rather Lance not massage any part of him.
Keith has to pee. This is a problem. He holds it. It doesn’t help his nervous energy one bit. When Keith can’t stand it anymore, he finally gets up to go to the bathroom.
“Enjoy the view,” says Lance with a wave.
“I’ll keep my eyes shut,” mutters Keith.
When he returns, Lance grins at him.
“What?”
“Eyes shut or not, you still touched it.”
“Grow up!” snaps Keith.
“Hey, you’re the one treating the dick touching thing like a big deal or I’d be allowed to spend the day unsupervised.”
It is the longest day and Keith can’t keep Lance from using the bathroom. “I’ll give you a bladder infection if I keep holding it.” Then when he comes back he looks so damn pleased with himself. Keith isn’t used to seeing such smugness on his own features.
He knows Lance is fucking with him. That all this dick stuff is probably nothing more than a way for Lance to amuse himself at Keith’s expense. He probably never was going to jerk off in Keith’s body and only played it up because Keith brought it up. Probably…
It’s a relief when Coran calls them to the healing pods followed by great disappointment when Keith wakes back up, looks at his hands, and sees no fingerless gloves there. Just long Lancey Lance fingers.
“All good then?” asks Coran, cheerily when they step out.
Keith and Lance both begin yelling at once. Eventually Shiro has to step in and save poor Coran from their wrath.
Coran assures them he’ll work on it. Meanwhile, they should get some sleep.
Keith finally has to accept that he can’t keep watching his body. Especially after Lance cheekily suggests the only way to do so is to share a bed. So Keith goes to his own room with Lance’s body. It is what is is and Keith has no control anymore. He just needs to rest.
Except he can’t sleep.
Usually Keith passes out in his clothes, but tonight this feels extremely uncomfortable. He blames it on Lance’s clothing, on his rough unfitted jeans and shirt. He doesn’t want to undress as Lance, but after rolling around for an hour unable to get comfortable he caves and takes off the jeans.
He lies awake another hour. His pillow feels too flat, the room too bright, the silence too quiet. Every condition that would normally suit Keith perfectly for sleep equals wide awake for Lance’s body.
Then there is the other issue… the one Keith is trying so desperately to ignore.
He’s horny.
Crazy horny.
So fucking horny and hard that he’s afraid to breathe too deep for fear it’ll cause friction against his underwear and make it worse.
You know what? Scratch that. Keith isn’t horny. Lance’s body is horny. Keith doesn’t just get worked up like this for no reason at all without even thinking of anything remotely sexual so this must be a Lance thing.
Keith twists to his side and sticks his pillow between Lance’s long legs and squeezes his knees together tight. Maybe he can fight pressure with pressure.
He knows Lance is a horndog too. Knows he jerks off all the time (why else would Keith be worried that’s the first thing Lance would do inside Keith’s body?) He’s always slipping away when he’s supposed to be training or in meetings and arriving back twenty minutes later with glassy eyes and reddish lips, looking blissed out.
Keith caught Lance one time. Jerking off that is.
It was late at night. Keith had gone to use the bathroom. There he caught Lance taking care of himself at the sink, looking right into the bathroom mirror as he did so. Keith couldn’t see anything from behind, but he recognized the motion of his shoulder, how his hand disappeared in front of him. Lance’s towel was slung so low on his hips he could see the top part of his ass. Could hear Lance’s erratic breathing… a little moan escaping his lips.
Keith bites down on Lance’s lips because he is certain he's about to audibly recreate that part of the memory.
Anyway, Keith had made his presence known and told Lance off for masturbating in a public space. Lance should’ve been humiliated, but instead he’d simply tucked himself away and turned around all nonchalant.
“Oh hey, Keith. FYI the soap in these dispensers works as lube. Pass it on.”
“I’m not going to pass that on!” said Keith, bristling. “I don’t even want to know that!”
“We all need to know that,” said Lance. “Where else are we going to find lube? The space mall? I’m just being a bro and lookin’ out for you. I’ve been experimenting with different lube substitutes for all our sakes.”
“Is that what you were doing?” asked Keith, looking at the sink. “Experimenting with the soap? Because it looked like you were getting off on your own reflection.”
“Yeah well…” said Lance, sitting himself down on the sink and crossing his legs (mind you, he was still just in a towel.) “I won’t lie and say the view wasn’t helping.” Then he twisted around to give himself finger guns in the mirror. At that point Keith got so annoyed he left.
“Ahhh… ahhh…”
Keith nearly panics as he hears Lance’s voice with him in the dark having forgotten that’s him. He startles himself so badly he freezes up, pausing his movements.
Wait… when did he start moving?
Now that he’s out of his head Keith plays back what his body was doing (what Lance’s body was doing,) falls easily into the movement of drawing back his hips and rolling them against the pillow tucked there.
“Ahhhh…,” moans Lance’s voice again.
Fuck.
Keith had been rutting unconsciously, Lance’s body moving without his permission. He should stop.
“Mmmm…”
Fuck, but it feels good. Feels so fucking good. Lance’s throbbing dick wants this, needs this friction.
But… Keith knows this is wrong. Beyond just being weird, his one ground rule with Lance was no jerking off and yet… well, this wasn’t jerking off was it? His hand is nowhere near dick.
‘Maybe,’ thinks Keith as he rolls his hips again, ‘this is a loophole.’
It’s Lance’s dumb body that’s horny, not Keith. It’s not his fault that he has to do this.
Keith is maybe just a little bit angry when he gives himself permission to just go for it. He clamps his arm down the pillow so he can keep it in place as he thrusts Lance’s hips against it.
Damn, it’s so good. He needs this. Lance needs this. This build of pleasure after so much ache and anticipation.
Lance’s moans are in Keith’s ears, in his own damn throat, but he tries to block it out and just focus on the heat building between his thighs. This isn’t even what Keith likes, what he’d do to get himself off, but fuck Lance’s body loves it.
He can feel how the waistband of Lance’s underwear has slid down and the head of his cock it poking out, making direct contact with Keith’s pillow. Keith doesn’t want that kind of awareness in this body. Doesn’t want to think about how he can imagine the size of Lance’s erection based on where it presses against his abdomen. Tries not to focus on how when he lay on his back he could feel the weight of it…
“It’s big…,” hisses Lance’s voice.
His hips rock hard against the pillow.
“It’s so big…”
He’s so close. Sweating into the sheets. Bed rocking with each thrust.
“I… I want…”
Keith won’t finish this thought. Not out loud. Bites down hard on lips that aren’t his as thighs that aren’t his clamp down on his pillow.
Lance’s lips. Lance’s thighs. Lance’s cock. Lance’s cum on Keith’s pillow.
Lance’s orgasm is new and different and exhilarating. It’s so intense it has Keith twisting to his back then to his side again as the waves of pleasure hit. Is this what Lance experiences whenever he comes? Fuck. No wonder he’s always jerking off.
Keith struggles to get a handle on his breathing. He feels drunk in the afterglow and groggy. His whole body is tinglely and cozy and warm. All thoughts slip from his head.
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Keith wakes up the next day. He doesn’t remember falling asleep. Also, he feels strange...
Oh right. He’s in the wrong body. The events of last night hit him with a wave of shame. Maybe he could pass it off as a dream if Lance’s cum weren’t staining his pillow.