#jeithweek2018

James flew his MFE fighter jet through the air, practicing his formations. He'd usually do this with the rest of his team, but they all had other plans and he was really only doing this because he didn't have anything to do. He'd already read and re-read the mission briefings, studied his textbooks, and tried unsuccessfully to teach Keith's wolf to play 'fetch', to Keith's great amusement when he walked in on them. His scanner indicated something flying towards him and he looked over to see the Black Lion approaching him. He did a loop in the air, making circles with his jet-stream, and chuckled when the Black Lion spun around as Keith flew him between them and then flew a circle around his jet. They then swerved around each other in a silent, airborne dance before they flew side by side and landed at an oasis. James sat in his jet quietly, waiting for Keith to make the first move. Ever since he'd gotten back, he'd been either too affectionate or completely closed off and looking almost guilty. James had accepted he had his baggage, and he knew not to push his rival. Based on the interactions he'd seen between the Paladins, he seemed to be the only one who knew that. They'd drag him into things when he was uncomfortable, they didn't give him time alone, and James had found him in their old hiding place a few times since then. Finally, the Black Lion opened up and Keith came out, taking off his helmet as he walked over. James opened the hatch of his MFE and took off his helmet. “Hey.” He greeted. “Hey.” Keith leaned on the open MFE. “What are you doing all the way out here by yourself, handsome?” “Just going for a flight. How about you?” James asked. “Black was getting restless, so I took him out for a flight.” Keith chuckled. “Might have to bug Lance into taking Red out, she hates staying still for long.” “No wonder she picked you.” James hummed. “Yeah. Maybe that's why she picked him after I was chosen by Black.” Keith sighed and reached over to flick James' bangs. “Ever sat in the seat of a Lion?” “Uh, no.” James shook his head. “I've ridden in it with you before but never the chair.” “Would you like to?” Keith hummed. James unbuckled and got out, closing the hatch behind him. “Sure.” Keith grinned and led the way up the ramp. James followed him and, at his direction, he sat down in the Black Lion's seat. Keith grinned and reached over to stroke his hair. “How does it feel?” “The seat's very comfortable.” James nodded. “Go ahead.” Keith said softly. “Give it a grip.” He nodded towards the handles. James raised an eyebrow but shrugged. What did he have to lose, anyway? He reached over and gripped the handles, gasping as he heard a low purring in his head. “He likes you.” Keith purred, climbing into his lap sideways and stroking his hair. “Why don't you try flying?” “Uh...sure.” James tugged on the handles a bit and the ramp closed as the Lion stood up. Then he shifted the handles again and the Black Lion took off into the air. He got the feeling it was running on mostly autopilot, because there was no way he was doing this well on the first try. Keith reached up and unzipped his suit a bit before kissing his neck, his hands trailing down James' chest. “Keith, I'm trying to drive.” James murmured, his cheeks pink. “You're a good pilot, Griffin, but you know that Black's doing most of the flying.” Keith shifted his position and started to grind against him, his legs on either side of him as he kissed him. He ran his hands through James' hair, and chuckled when James let out soft, suppressed moans. “No one's going to hear us here. My helm-comm's turned off, and the calls are blocked.” “Keith...” James breathed. “This is...it's too risky. People might come looking for us...” “Shh.” Keith kissed him again and grinded against him again. “I told them I was going on patrol and would be back in a few hours. We have time.” James shivered with pleasure as Keith brought his hand down to rest his palm against the growing bulge in James' suit. “Does...does the Lion have a full auto-pilot?” James asked. Keith reached over and pulled James' hands away from the handles. “See for yourself. Keep us steady, Black.” The Black Lion let out a purr as it flew on. Keith then reached up to fully unzip James' suit. “Let's join the mile-high club, James Griffin.” He purred as he started to unfasten his own armor. “Whatever you want, Kogane.” James said breathlessly, his eyes closed as he leaned forward to kiss him. “Whatever you want, just ask. I'm yours.” Keith pushed him back and kissed him deeply as he grinded against him again, even as they continued to remove each others' clothes. By the time they circled back to James' fighter three hours later, they'd already made love so much James was sure the Lion was going to need a good cleaning. Not that Black seemed to mind. End

[Day 3 of @jeith-week , rule abider/rule breaker]

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[Day 4 of @jeith-week , Top student/top pilot]

Well, I managed to get this one done in time, so yay. Would've had it just a lot sooner, but I wasn't feeling so good. Anyways, this is Day 3 of JeithWeek2018, and I think I'm keeping up pretty good all things considered! This is for @jeith-week. -- The Garrison had a curfew for a reason. They had to do head-counts, they had to ensure no one was in trouble, anyone that was out after curfew better have a damn good reason for it or they'd get in trouble. James was pretty sure that Keith's whimsical sneaking out after curfew to watch the stars from the oasis wasn't on the list, but damned if he was going to let him go alone. Taking the Black Lion or an MFE was too obvious, so they took James' hoverbike and disappeared into the shifting sands while the guard was on break. It was a risk, for sure, but one they'd done many years prior many, many times. James had tried talking him out of it, once, and Keith had left without him. He'd chased after him and apologized for not understanding he needed his moments away from the walls of the Garrison and hadn't tried to stop him since. Maybe that's why it felt so natural for him to ask Veronica to help him help them go save Hunk's parents. But...also a bit unnatural, since their excursions usually didn't involve other people. And they didn't usually involve going into enemy bases. “What are you thinking about?” Keith asked as he clung to James' waist. “You're swerving.” “Oops.” James grinned a bit and straightened out. “Just...the past.” “Well, save your thinking for when we're not driving, dumbass.” Keith laughed a bit. “Oh, but then we'll be busy doing something else.” James reminded him. “That's true.” Keith smiled against his back. They reached the oasis and parked before going to wash their faces in the spring and playfully splashing each other. Then they lay down side-by-side to look up at the stars. “They're as beautiful as always.” Keith said softly. “I missed stargazing.” “What are the stars like out there?” James asked. “Well, I didn't get much chance to stargaze, but...they were amazing when I did.” Keith sighed. “They were...missing something, though.” “Yeah? What were they missing?” James asked. Keith rolled over and pinned him down, grinning at him. “Are you gonna make me be cheesy and actually say it?” “Only if you want to.” James reached up and stroked his hair. “Okay. They were missing you.” Keith kissed him. “I mean, I tried stargazing with the others, but it never...felt quite right.” “Okay, that's some fine, curdled milk.” James chuckled against his lips. “Nerd.” Keith grinned. “You know, I didn't break a single rule while you were gone. There goes my picture-perfect record.” James hummed. “Do you regret it?” Keith asked. “Breaking rules for me?” “Nah.” James smiled. “Records are just letters and numbers. You're worth breaking rules for.” Keith shivered a bit, his smiled widening, and then he passionately kissed him. James rolled him over and kissed him deeply, coaxing Keith's mouth open so he could slip his tongue in. Keith eagerly allowed it, reaching up to run his hands through James' hair and ruin his perfect hairstyle. Bringing James down, piece by piece, was always a pleasure and James enjoyed undoing Keith just as much. They moved into the shade of a curved rock and started to take off each other's clothes. “If someone comes after us, they'll find us like this.” Keith told him breathlessly. “Well, then they'll just have to wait until we're done.” James replied with just as little breath. “Because I'm not going to stop for them.” “I'm such a bad influence on you.” Keith chuckled. “You say that like it's a bad thing.” James hummed, stroking his hands up Keith's sides. “Naughty boy.” Keith grinned. “Show me how naughty you can be.” “You bet I will.” James smirked. “I'll break all the rules for you, baby.” Keith squealed a bit and nuzzled his neck affectionately. What were a few stupid rules when Keith's eyes shone with such delight whenever James went with him? James could still vividly recall Keith's eyes lighting up like a hundred Christmases at once when he came to see him after he'd been expelled. And he didn't miss the way Keith had looked when he showed up to help him and Hunk get out of the Garrison on their secret mission. He'd always be willing to break the rules for Keith, and only Keith. End

[Day 2 of @jeith-week , lion/fighter]

Welp, I almost forgot there was another week for Jeith this week and though I failed the previous one a few weeks ago I'll try to do this one. XD Here's Day 1: Earth @jeith-week -- Coming back to Earth meant confronting everything he left behind. Coming back to Earth meant seeing old faces that used to look at him with disdain now looking at him with adoration. Coming back to Earth meant watching what he said or did or else he'd make everyone in Voltron look bad. Coming back to Earth meant that he couldn't be himself, and he had to act like everything bad in his life never happened. Truthfully, he didn't really want to come back to Earth. There wasn't much here for him. He felt more at home with his mother, with the Blades, then he ever did here. He was staring out at the sunset, reflecting on the fact that many of the planets they visited had more than one sun, when he suddenly felt something cold against his cheek and gasped, turning sharply with a hand going to his offended cheek. “What the--” “Relax.” James shifted the can of soda in his hand. “It's just soda. Do you want it?” Keith took it and opened it up. “How did you find me?” “You kidding? This is our spot.” James laughed. “I've been coming here even after you left. I'm probably the only one that can find you in this little nook.” Keith smiled a bit and took a sip of his soda. “What do you need? Is there a mission?” “Nah.” James shook his head and settled down next to him before opening his own soda. “All clear today.” Keith nodded. “So...why come find me?” James glanced at him. “It's been five years...but I never stopped hoping you'd come back.” Keith looked at his can. “Four for me. Three for the others.” “Time passes differently in space, huh?” James smiled a bit. “Yeah.” Keith looked at him. “Did you ever...you know, move on?” “Hah, they wish.” James sipped his drink, then looked at him. “No, really, they kept trying to get me to. They said you were probably dead, but I refused to believe it until I saw a body.” He looked at the sky. “How about you?” “Shiro and me got pretty close...Lance, too. But...that's kind of messy.” Keith glanced away. “I didn't think I'd ever make it back here. Part of me didn't want to.” “How come?” James asked. “I don't want to pretend I'm something I'm not.” Keith sighed. “On Earth...I have to watch my temper. I have to avoid acting 'scary'. I have to hold back.” “You never had to do that for me.” James said softly. “You still don't.” Keith looked up at him. “...Really?” “Yeah.” James smiled. “I thought the fangs that appeared when you got really mad were kinda' cute, actually.” “Is that why you teased me so much?!” Keith blushed. “Maybe a little.” James admitted. Keith shoved him lightly. James shoved him back and they started a shoving match before James wrapped his arm around Keith's shoulders and pulled him close. “Hey, no fair!” Keith laughed a bit, struggling to escape his hold. He noticed how close they were and blushed a bit. “We...haven't had much time alone, have we?” “The last time we were alone, we were in an MFE heading for a Galra base.” James said softly. Keith smiled. “Do you still remember how to kiss?” “Do you?” James asked. “Duh.” Keith huffed a bit. “Show me.” James said softly. Keith moved forward and pressed his lips to his. James closed his eyes and returned the kiss, the two setting their cans to the side so they could wrap their arms around each other and passionately kiss. “James,” Keith breathed, “you, me, Black Lion, shack, now.” “You don't want to risk someone seeing us?” James grinned. “Why not just take the hoverbike?” “Fine, but you're riding the bitch-seat.” Keith got off him and grabbed his can of soda as he climbed out of the nook. James grabbed his own and followed him out and they made their way off the roof and down to the garage, where they took James' hoverbike and drove off before anyone could stop them. Coming back to Earth meant confronting everything he left behind. But, coming back to Earth also meant seeing the way James' purple eyes shone in the sunset as Keith talked him into breaking a rule. And he missed that more than he could ever say. End

[Day 1 of @jeith-week , space/earth]