the smut happens at 1am, scroll for that if that's why you're here 😂✨

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11ish PM

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The lot of us live in Paladin Hall, a co-ed dormitory. Heading to our respective rooms now, Hunk and I part ways with Pidge in the elevator. She resides with other girls on the floor directly above us— although she started the year posing as a boy on our floor. Hunk lives in a unit of three, including himself, situated in a corner. I've lucked myself into a single through a little finagling, though it's tiny and awkward.

I thought the year was settling down, coming up in mid-terms and all. Everyone here should be focused on their studies, but there's just so much drama. I can't help but blush at my own stupid mistakes. I thought I was finally getting past all that.

"See you, Pidge, Hunk," I wave, looking down as I exit the elevator.

"Don't stay up too late texting Keith," he nudges me on the way out.

"Be good, you two!" Pidge breaks in as the elevator door closes.

I shrug them both off, retreating into my room and immediately flopping into bed. I want to scream into my pillow. I have a cheerleader's number— a fucking college cheerleader. But I have Keith Kogane's number— a more or less impressive feat, I am unsure. There shouldn't be any doubt about what to do with it now, but my stomach feels suddenly queasy at the thought.

"Why can't I do this!?" I mutter into the pillow, rather than scream like I want. Why can't I do anything right!?"

But the universe answers for me. My phone lights up. It's a notification from Facebook. Keith Kogane has apparently asked for permission to chat. He couldn't wait for me to text first? Maybe I can get to the point with him after all— maybe I can do this. He was obviously flirting with me during the game, after all, so do I want to ask him out— er, or maybe Keith will beat me to that?

My heart is beating so fast that it actually feels like I might die. I'm so fucking... confused and probably sexually frustrated. I should get a grip, dammit. Albeit with shaky thumbs, I manage to accept his request.

Hey Lance 👋

Sweaty and brain-numb, I form my response. I hope it isn't too dry, I'm aiming for cool and casual.

Sup
Seen 11:14 PM

Jw 🤔 if ur friend gave u my number? 😋

His goddamn emoji use. Every tiny thing about him is so eye-catching and flirtatious, even without face-to-face communication. I wonder is he always this flamboyant, or is this his go-getting act to seduce me? If it's the latter, it's working. I should maybe flirt back. Maybe I'll use an emoji too, that's flirting, right?

Yep 👍🏽 I was just about to add you to my contacts.
Seen 11:15 PM

It, admittedly, is sort of a white lie considering I was just— in fact, not considering that but having a mental breakdown— but I don't want to seem too interested or disinterested. I'll just make conversation.

Okay 👌🏻

I would add something witty, but Keith is still typing. And he types for a really long time.

Hey, listen, im gonna be honest. Idk what's going on w/ me. I'm not uslly this forward but I think you must be different. I've heard a lot of shit talking from Allura... but I rlly want a chance to get to know you 😅 It's kinda crazy but idk whether I shld like you or hate you... But I feel like that decision shld be made from an experience with *you* rather than Allura. Wld you mind if I wanted to get to know you?

I read this wall of text a million times before I can actually work up the nerve to respond. But now I've been hit out of the blue with an ultimatum. He'll either likes me or hates me— not much chance of a neutral cohabitation of the field anymore— and he's luckily unable to decide yet because, given my history, I'd hate me. I can only formulate questions, so that's what I go with in my response.

What kind of experience do u want?
Seen 11:20 PM

What r u into?

Is he going where I think he's going with this or am I reading my own desires into his messages. I suspect the latter, but I wouldn't mind the former. Fuck, I'm taking this really fast in my head. How do I respond in a reasonable manner? He's clearly looking for a kind of casual date— I think?— so I'll just throw some vague ideas out, I guess.

Walk around campus? Coffee? Movie? Food?—

My fingers want to type sex? but my head says #StopLance2k18. Sex is not something I should suggest to someone who might already disdain my overly sexual nature— and especially not in place of a first date... my first homosexual date. But, then again, as long as Keith is being forward, maybe I should be forward too?

Walk around campus? Coffee? Movie? Food? Sex?
Seen 11:21 PM

I can actually hear the blood roaring in my ears, I'm so nervous about that message. He begins typing, but then he stops. Oh, god. What if he's taking screenshots and sending them to every girl on the cheerleading team? Or, worse, the football team?

While I try to restart my dying heartbeat, I make good on my word to Keith and copy his number from the Post-It into my contact list, giving him my number by simply sending a text claiming to be myself.

The conversation moves to text suddenly, and I can't check read receipts anymore.

Lol hi again. So do you live on campus?

Yeah, Paladin Hall, third floor.

There's another achingly long lapse in conversation. Minutes pass with no response. I know he has to have seen it. What's taking so long? By the time he finally does yield a reply, my fingernails are chewed to the nubs.

Oh nice, I was there but I had to switch out for personal reasons 😅. I'm in Marmora Hall these days. Are you busy rn?

Oh I think I remember seeing you actually. No, I'm not busy

Yeah I kinda remember you too. I think we ran into each other at the gym too on the way to the pool? Btw— Roommate situation?

Is he still going where I thought he was going with this? I'll throw him some bait and see if he tugs.

Nope, I'm in a single— like my relationship status 🤭😂. You can come by if you want? My name is on the door, you can't miss it, really.

😏 Sure, be there in ten.

Well fuck me— forget tug on the line. That was a hook, line, and sinker for something so dumb. But, shit, I can't have him over here. This place is a pigsty. I have to make it presentable. I toss socks and underwear and wrappers and paper around the room as I scrabble up a reply.

Cool

Something I try very hard to come across as being. Are these string-lights cool? Heck, I'll put them up. I'll clean up, decorate a little bit— should I wear something better than sweatpants? Nah... with any luck they'll just come right off.

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1ish AM

*****

"Anh!" I gasp, lips falling agape to be filled with his kiss. "M-mmm-Más fuerte, (stronger/harder)," I groan through the soft mass of hot flesh.

"More what?" Keith pants. He appears to understand only minimal Spanish.

"Fuck me harder— please, harder," I beg.

"Yessir," he articulates breathily.

There's no way my anus isn't bleeding. With every thrust, my eyes shut tighter and my stomach somersaults at the pain. It feels so dirty. My manhood is so fucking hard and weepy and throbbing, and I can't tell whether it's actually 100° centigrade in here, or is my blood boiling in cool air.

Shakily, I push my fingers through his hair and pull. Keith moans, complying. His name tumbles from my lips on an endless circuit. He's hitting everywhere that wants to be hit, touching and stroking everywhere that hungers for his touch, kissing everywhere that thirsts for his kiss. And then in junction with the immense pleasure, despair begins to climb up my throat as I think about the ephemeral nature of this hook-up. I try to file every moment, every dance of light, every sensational thrust of his cock into my memory— because I'm realizing this moment isn't going to last forever.

I can hardly think though the waves of smarting pain and dirty pleasure, though. Fuck it, I can't keep my mouth shut or the moans from rising in my chest. My neighbors are gonna give me dirty looks tomorrow for sure, what with all this clamor. But this is really worth it.

Small unhs mixed with loud vocalizations fill the steamy air. It really is getting kind of loud, I think, beginning to back off. But I suddenly realize, as Keith bites on his lip, that I wasn't the only one moaning.

"Lance!" his voice slides with a thrilled frisson.

Somehow I'm reminded of the field when he called my name. During the game, and cleaning up the room, I'd fancied fucking him. How did I get here? I can't say I'm too upset about it, though. This is the best sex I think I've ever had— my first time taking it up the ass, and as much as I hate to admit, I would be glad if it weren't the last. I'm lusting like Hell.

My own pleasured shivers run up from my thighs into my fingertips like electronic pulses. I squeeze the fistfuls of his hair a little harder, egging him on. I think my body is approaching the edge. No, I'm sure— I'm close.

"L—anh! Lance!" he heaves with immense difficulty.

I want him to come. If this is a one night stand, I don't want him to forget it. I make a point of tensing around his beating length, the pain ripping up my vulnerably spread body in sharp waves.

His smoldering eyes shut tight as they fill beyond his limits with ecstasy. And then his warm release triggers my own orgasm, spatting and coating we each in sinful evidence of our passion. For several heartbeats, he hovers above me. I get a good look at his face in the ethereal mood lighting. His face is flushed and his lips are swollen, sweat dripping in beads down the perversely angelic visage.

I shakily unentangle myself, embarrassed. My legs are weak and my ass is probably in ruins. My bedsheets are likely to be garbaged after this, too. At least the rest of the room is intact after the frantic cleaning.

"I'll get you a towel," I blush, moving self-consciously to get them out of the closet.

I am unbearably naked and cripplingly sore. I can feel him checking me out, watching my body move, and I wish I were still hard because there's no way he isn't judging my manhood. I swallow hard and pick up the towels, tossing him one and using my own like a shield from his eyes. Keith just continues looking at me though, his expression unreadable.

"You can— uh, just if you want to—" I stop and clear my throat. "You can stay for tonight."

Keith blushes, biting his lip and looking down for a moment. He looks back up after a moment and nods.

"I'd like that," he yawns.

"Me too." I can't help but smile to myself in relief.