a cliche scenario where lance and keith switch bodies and you know the drill. at some point keith’s /gotta/ take a shower, and you can’t really blame him for taking a peek at lance’s junk like… come on. the temptation was too strong and the kid only has so much self-discipline… plus. y’know. he kinda HAD to. for hygenic purposes.
anyway THAT’S how he finds out about lance being hung and internally combusts for the next four hours. thanks for coming to my ted talk.
BONUS if later on keith pops a boner for whatever reason, still in lance’s body, and just…… gives in……
he’s guilty as fuck about it and feels so shameful….. but hey. what lance doesn’t know won’t hurt him
It’s not like Keith MEANT for any of this to happen. But it had been nearly a day since they’d switched and Lance’s body had gotten all sweaty when Keith had tried to take it onto the training deck, and it’s not like Lance would be OPPOSED to a shower, right? He was always going on about how Keith needed to have better hygiene, while he was in Lance’s own body seemed like a good place to start.
And he hadn’t looked in any mirrors when he’d undressed and stepped into the shower, so for the most part he still didn’t really know the uh… layout of Lance’s naked everything. But at the same time, it was hardly like you could wash a body without looking at or interacting with it so… Well, Keith had TRIED, was the point.
It shouldn’t have even been that weird. They were both guys and just because Keith was gay didn’t change that being IN another dude’s body couldn’t really be that different from his own, right? You could hardly oggle your own body, and for all intents and purposes this WAS Keith’s body right now, wasn’t it?
Except that no, it wasn’t. It was Lance’s body. He was taller and leaner and got winded faster than Keith, and that was just all of the things Keith had noticed in the last few hours. Once he got naked and attempted to clean up, however things got… Well, you know. Weird?
Even as he tried not to look it was impossible not to notice Lance’s skin. It was soft, softer than Keith’s with surprising amounts of stubble already growing in to indicate that he must, for whatever reason, shave his legs and chest. Keith was hardly inclined to keep THAT maintenance up, not because the image of Lance with body hair had curious appeal to him but more because he didn’t trust his ability to navigate a razor around kneecaps or nipples.
But inevitably, things went south. As in of course, Keith had to wash Lance’s genitals. Gotta clean up those sweaty balls, right? Oh god why was this so weird you’ve got the soap Keith stop stalling and actually wash your junk.
Even hanging soft and uninterested between his legs, it became immediately apparent Lance was bigger than Keith. And if being in another person’s body was strange then being in another person’s body and examining their penis was WAY stranger still, because a man was generally very familiar with everything about his own setup. So all of the sudden changing it up was uh… Noticeable.
And jesus christ, this thing wasn’t just bigger than what Keith was used to, when he finally let himself look down Keith could see… A horsedick, basically. A god damned pornstar-big dick without even being erect, and what the FUCK how was this Keith’s real life? Why was he touching Lance’s dick right now and why was it so big?
Oh god, what would it look like from an outside perspective and not this unflattering downward angle? How big would it look if it was right next to Keith’s face, maybe because he was on his knees and about to wrap his hand around Lance’s cock to get it nice and hard to slide into his already salivating mouth…
Before Keith realized what he’d even been thinking about there was a southern rush of blood as he felt himself heat up inside from the thought and the cock still resting idly in his soapy hand was beginning to harden. Oh fuck, what was Keith doing? This was ridiculous, he just had to get clean and get out of here.
Not that washing the rest of Lance’s body was any less arousing, now that Keith was hyper-aware it was Lance’s and not his own. Soapy water shining on long muscle-toned legs and arms, and shit, even his stomach was a nice flat line leading up to what was obviously on its way to becoming a set of well-defined abs, even if they hadn’t quite passed ‘skinny’ yet.
And then suddenly everything was clean and he had no reason to still be standing here naked and Keith could and in fact SHOULD get out and get some clothes on this instant… Then he’d have to put his underwear on over what was now a full erection. And then just try to ignore it and go about his day, or even worse with Lance’s stupid skinny jeans and giant dick there’d be no way anyone he ran across wouldn’t notice…
Before he even knew he was really going to do it, Keith was sliding his hand down his… Lance’s torso, through coarse curls of pubic hair to run his fingertips softly down the length of his cock. The touch sent hot shivers of electricity down his spine at once, and Keith couldn’t resist the delicious urge to wrap the long elegant fingers of Lance’s long-stared-at hands around stiff girth of his cock.
Even knowing his own palms were broader than Lance’s and his own fingers thicker, it made no difference in what it felt like to wrap that hand around his cock. WAY different than anything Keith felt in his own body, just for the simple sensory difference of it filling up less of his hand and more at the same time. When Keith jerked off his hand could cover most of his entire cock easily, not even needing to focus on stroking it as much as just fisting it and squeezing down, tiny little jerks of his wrist to get himself off. But Lance’s hand didn’t wrap around even half of his own dick, large and heavy in his hand, and the only way to touch all of it was with long slides of soft-skinned palm over even softer-skinned cock.
Keith gasped, knees going weak at the first experimental tug. Oh jesus, was he really doing this? This was so wrong, this was Lance’s body this was…
…Was the kind of thing Lance seemed likely to do himself. Maybe he even WAS. Maybe he’d gotten into Keith’s body and immediately stripped naked to examine this new body in the mirror, taking note of all of Keith’s scars and every inch of his naked skin before starting to touch himself. Ah shit, would he notice that when Keith’s body got aroused his asshole always throbbed needily? Keith had always assumed it was psychological but he hadn’t noticed Lance’s body doing it at all, and he was definitely more than turned on enough right now…
Just his hand on his cock right now felt amazing, and Keith was still moving in slow teasing strokes, But maybe that was because this situation was getting him so hot. Not being in another person’s body Keith wasn’t a freak, but… Lance’s body. Lance’s body, all naked and wet and aroused and Keith could do whatever he wanted to it (within reason), and Lance was… Lance was…
Someone he’d already liked in the goddamned first place, okay? What was Keith supposed to do here. He was weak.
With the decision to indulge this dirty little urge of his Keith gave up and steered into it, leaning heavily against the shower wall so he could just his hips out and watch Lance’s cock as Keith squeezed and stroked the length of it.
The gasp that fell out of his throat was an accident, so loud it echoed against the tile walls to cut through the sound of water. Keith immediately slapped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to muffle any further noises, but… When he heard it, it hadn’t been his voice. It had been Lance’s gasp, and oh god if Keith didn’t want to hear more.
He heard his own whimper through his hand anyway, and Keith gave up. His hand was still holding the lower half of his own face even after he moved his fingers from his mouth to let out his voice, because from here he was close enough to be able to see that hand on his own face in his peripheral vision and since it was Lance’s hand it looked like, like maybe he could be in his own body right now and Lance was holding Keith’s face to muffle the too-loud sound of his gasps instead of… whatever the hell was going on right now.
Ah… so this is what Lance’s voice sounded like when he moaned and gasped and whined. Keith liked it. Liked it a lot, felt himself get even hotter in his own hand and unabashedly let his voice get louder, louder than he allowed himself in his own body even, until it filled up the shower to echo in Keith’s ears and down his spine.
When he slipped though, it was enough to break his focus and force Keith to open his eyes again. Not that he slipped on the tile – his slip was the very natural way that he’d gasped out a name in his rampant pleasure, and the name that he’d said… Well, Lance’s name sounded kind of weird in his own voice, okay? Like he’d walked in on the other paladin masturbating to the thought of himself , which was… not a good kind of weird.
Except if he said his OWN name it’d be that same weirdness, wouldn’t it? It would be Keith calling out his own name while jacking off, the fact that he was in Lance’s body notwithstanding. Oh… but then he’d get to hear it. Get to hear what Lance sounded like when he gasped Keith’s name and oh god fuck it, Keith was going all the way.
At first it was just a whisper, a tiny little chirp of a single syllable. But even just that was enough to make Keith shudder and slide a little bit down the wall, knees weak because all of his blood was in his cock right now. When he did it again it was louder, a raspy groan of “Keith, baby…” that just made his groin fucking ache from the sudden burst of arousal.
When Keith discovered he could still articulate clearly with two of his fingers curled inside his mouth to hook against the back of his teeth, everything pretty much went completely out of control. Lance’s long fingers tasted more like skin than the soap they’d just been covered in and it was absolutely addictive, made Keith break out of the string of cursing his own name to suck on his – Lance’s fingers and imagine he was in his own body with the real Lance shoving two long fingers in his mouth to gag him while he stroke Keith’s dick and whispered more dirty things in his ear.
He couldn’t suck on them and speak at the same time, but he could still keep Lance’s fingers in his mouth when he moaned again. “So good, Keith,” he praised, caught in a fantasy where he moves on from sucking on Lance’s fingers to sucking on his gorgeous monster cock. “Your mouth feels so good, Keith, you’re gonna make me come.”
Oh shit, this was so fucked up. He’d said it and meant it and at the same time it hadn’t been HIM that said or meant it because he was pretending he was Lance and – Keith didn’t even care. Everything was fucked up and backwards and mildly narcissistic but Lance’s cock felt amazing in his hand and his hand felt amazing wrapped around Keith’s cock, and no matter how fucked up this moment was Keith would know for the rest of his LIFE what Lance’s voice sounded like when it was moaning his name and just that… just that…
Keith was loud when he came, too. Everything went so tense he bit down on his own fingers as he felt his orgasm cresting, a few seconds of strained silence before the rush of release made him practically scream. Which, since it was Lance’s voice screaming only made him come even harder.
Keith sunk all the way down the wall and onto his ass, sitting on the wet warm bottom of the steamy shower. He sat there shaking and drained for long minutes, letting the water wash off the spill of Lance’s come before Keith could be tempted to lick it off his hands so he’d know how Lance tasted forever, too.
Annnnnd then he had to uh, get up and get dressed. And go about his day, still in Lance’s body and trying not to think about what he’d done in it, and generally make efforts to look the other boy in the – his own? – eye without thinking about his giant dick and bursting into flame.
When he finally noticed that Lance was walking a little awkwardly in Keith’s own body and actively avoiding sitting down, Keith didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or throw himself off a bridge.
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