Day 8: Free Day

Lance was on his back, naked and blindfolded with a rag in his mouth, with his wrists tied to opposite posts of the bed when Keith led Shiro into the bedroom. The helpless boy was already hard, abandoned for nearly a half hour with nothing but a vibrating toy to keep him company. He didn't struggle against his binds when the two entered. His chest just heaved with deep breaths as he anxiously awaited his fate.

Keith knew from the predatory gleam in Shiro's eyes that the ruggedly handsome white-haired man liked what he saw.

Shiro bit down on his lip, smirking sadistically.

"You can borrow him for the weekend if you'd like."

"Are you sure?" the older man asked Keith, unable to take his eyes off Lance. "I know how much he means to you."

"Yeah," Keith nodded. "He's a good sub."

Shiro's cold smirk widened.

Two days earlier…

Keith awoke to find Shiro sitting up in bed, staring solemnly at his lap. He never really had a knack for comforting people, but he knew how to get his long-term friend with benefits into a better mood. Keith wrapped his arms around the shirtless man, leaning up to kiss and nibble his ear.

"Not now, Keith."

He licked up the rim, breathing hot into his ear. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Shiro pushed him back. "Sorry." He shook his head. "Just… not today."

"Why?" he asked just as the answer struck him. "Oh."

A tear trailed down Shiro's cheek.

"Today would have been your anniversary…"

"I have to go."

Keith watched the man he loved gather his clothes, get dressed, and leave without even so much as a kiss goodbye. His heart ached, but this was the price he had to pay for allowing himself to fall for someone who believed he'd already met the love of his life. Keith knew he could never replace Adam and that Shiro would never return his feelings, and yet he still couldn't stay away.

He wasn't what Shiro wanted. For many reasons. Keith knew Shiro was attracted to him, and the sex was good, great really, but Keith never would have guessed that his former mentor was a complete control freak in the bedroom. He needed total submission from his partner. Keith suspected Shiro wasn't always this way, that perhaps Adam's passing had something to do with it, but nonetheless, Keith just couldn't be the sub Shiro needed. And it killed him that he couldn't give up that control.

Maybe that's why he decided to get involved with Lance all those months ago. It had started out as pure hate fucking, but the more time the two spent together, the more their feelings developed into something real. Lance was in love with him, despite knowing about his relationship with Shiro, and over time, Keith grew to love Lance as well. Selfishly so.

Keith had known for a long time that Lance could make Shiro happy, that they would be more compatible for each other, but he kept them both to himself. He had to. He loved them both. But seeing Shiro so upset over Adam that morning… he decided to push his selfishness aside and give Lance over to him as a gift, even if it meant potentially losing Shiro. He'd do anything to make him smile.

Present day…

"So yeah, you can have him, though I will need him back." Keith could tell Shiro wasn't even listening. "I guess I'll leave you two alone…" He turned to leave but felt the older man grip onto his bicep.

"Why don't you stay?" he asked in a low purr.

Keith's heart leapt in his chest. "Really?"

"If he's as good of a sub as you say he is, then I'm sure he can handle the two of us…"

He smirked diabolically. "I think he could do that."

Shiro walked purposefully over to the bed and sat down next to the boy in binds. "Lance," he breathed, stroking the boy's cheek.

Lance flinched at his touch.

"I never imagined I'd see you like this, though I must admit, this is a good look for you."

"Thank you," he mumbled through the rag in his mouth.

Shiro lifted the boy's chin up with his thumb. "I'd like to use you, Lance." He pinched the boy's cheeks together firmly in his mechanical hand. "But I need to hear from you first that you want this." He pulled the rag down from Lance's mouth.

"I'd like you to use me, Master Shiro."

A wicked grin spread across his cheeks. "You are a good sub, aren't you?" He put the rag back in his mouth and looked over at Keith. "He knows the safe word and safe signal, right?"

"Yeah," Keith nodded, "but he won't use them. You'll see."

Shiro gave Lance a chaste kiss over the rag in his mouth before moving his lips down to the boy's neck.

Lance let out a pathetic moan, tilting his head back slightly.

The white-haired man licked the boy up and down his neck with long brushes of his tongue.

Keith felt his pants tighten as he watched Lance squirm on the mattress under Shiro's control.

"Keith, come here," Shiro ordered before continuing his assault on Lance's neck with his mouth.

Pulling his shirt up over his head, Keith walked over to the bed and lay down next to the bound boy. From there he started flicking his tongue against the other side of Lance's neck, feeling the boy's pulse rush in response.

Lance began to pull against the binds on his wrists, his brow furrowing with frustration.

Throwing a leg over the boy's thigh, Shiro began kissing and licking down Lance's chest, worshipping his soft skin with his greedy mouth.

Deciding to tease his submissive lover a bit, Keith pulled down the rag from his mouth, brushing his nose against the younger boy's, tempting him with a kiss but never letting their lips touch.

Lance groaned desperately.

"You want me to kiss you, don't you?"

He nodded.

"You know you have to earn your kisses, Lance. I don't think you've done anything to earn one yet."

"I will, Master Keith. Please."

Shiro had made it down Lance's stomach and was licking around his groin, gripping onto his pelvic bone as he lay kisses everywhere but where Lance really wanted it.

"Please what?"

"Please kiss me," he whispered, brushing his nose affectionately against Keith's.

"Hm," he sighed. "Fine. You can have one kiss now but you'll have to earn the rest." Keith pressed his lips to Lance's, kissing him passionately, slipping just a little bit of tongue into his mouth.

Lance was breathless when Keith pulled back. "Thank you – "

Keith shoved the rag back into his mouth and gave him a gentle slap on the cheek.

Kissing Lance's thighs, Shiro removed the vibrating toy from inside the squirming boy and examined it. "How long has this been in him?"

"At least thirty minutes," Keith answered, smirking.

"I see." Grinning, Shiro stuck two of his fingers into his mouth and proceeded to insert them slowly into Lance's entrance. "I bet you're just dying to get off, aren't you?"

Lance whimpered something unintelligible.

"That's what I thought," he growled, working the digits slowly in and out.

Struggling against his binds, Lance moaned and bucked his hips.

Keith got up from the bed to remove his belt, his pants feeling uncomfortably constrictive.

"So tight, Lance." Shiro began to finger him a little faster. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." He turned to Keith. "How's he with his mouth?"

He let out a cruel laugh. "Oh, he'll get you there. He's very eager to please."

"Excellent. I'd like to see that." He pulled his fingers out of Lance's tight hole. "Untie him. I want him on his knees."

"Should I…" Keith pulled out a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs from his bedside drawer. "…cuff him?"

"Of course." Shiro undressed himself as Keith untied Lance from the bed and handcuffed him. He sat down on the edge of the mattress. "Keith." He reached for the black-haired boy's hand.

Keith took it and was immediately pulled down onto Shiro's lap where he was greeted with a heated kiss. He brought his hands up to cup the older man's cheeks as the two sucked each other's faces, their tongues fighting for dominance. Soon his hips began to undulate as he rubbed himself against his lover's erection.

Shiro stopped him by holding him down by the waist. "You're far too dressed." He unbuttoned and unzipped Keith's pants. "Take these off and bring Lance over here."

He did as instructed, shedding all his clothes and leading Lance over to the foot of the mattress.

"Good." Shiro motioned for Keith to sit down next to him. Then he brought his attention to the younger boy. "On your knees."

Lance kneeled down one knee at a time, fighting to keep his balance since his hands were cuffed together and he was still blindfolded.

Shiro leaned forward and grabbed the rag out of the boy's mouth, letting it dangle around his neck. He pulled Lance's head closer to his stiffened cock. "Suck."

Wetting his lips with his tongue, Lance took Shiro deep into his mouth.

"Ohhhh," he groaned with satisfaction. "That's it."

Keith watched with amazement as Lance bobbed his head on Shiro's thick manhood, taking in his entire length again and again.

"You're right, Keith," he grunted. "He is good at this."

"I told you."

Shiro began pushing his hips up into the boy's face. "Such a good boy, Lance. You know exactly what to do."

Keith watched a little longer, his desire burning more and more with each passing second. It didn't take long before his agitation got the better of him. "Let me get a turn."

"Impatient as ever," Shiro laughed, thrusting himself into Lance's mouth a few more times before pulling the boy back by his hair. "Well you heard him. Go help him out."

Keith grazed Lance's cheek with the head of his cock to let the blindfolded boy know where he was.

Lance moved slightly over to his right.

Guiding his cock with his hand, Keith rubbed the tip of his erection over Lance's lips, feeling the boy's tongue lick over the swollen head. "Suck me, Lance."

The handcuffed boy eagerly took Keith into his hot, wet mouth.

Keith wasn't sure if it was because Shiro was watching and Lance wanted to impress him, but the way Lance was sucking him off was unlike anything he had felt before. The boy was really giving it his all. "Fuck, Lance. That's so fucking good." He closed his eyes and clutched the sheets at his sides as he mouth fucked the handcuffed boy.

"I think you're enjoying this a little too much," Shiro laughed, moving behind Keith on the mattress and wrapping his arms around his chest.

Keith could feel the older man's tongue on his earlobe, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin. He groaned, bucking his hips faster as Lance sucked him off.

"Your cheeks are flushed," he whispered, tauntingly.

"Yeah, w-well, can you blame me?"

"I like when you get all worked up like this." Without warning, he shoved his tongue into Keith's ear.

"Fuck, Shiro," he muttered breathlessly, his hips jolting at the sensation.

"But I'm going to need you to last longer than this." He cast his cold gray eyes down at Lance. "I have bigger plans for this one."

"Oh yeah?" Keith was intrigued. He reached down to stroke the submissive boy's hair. "Lance, kitten. Come here. I think you've earned another kiss."

Lance slowly released Keith's length from his mouth, wiping some saliva off onto his shoulder. Smiling softly, he allowed Keith to help him up.

Keith pulled the boy down onto his lap, such that Lance was straddling his waist. "You're such a good boy, Lance," he purred, gently grazing the boy's cheek with his hand. "So obedient." Closing his eyes, he softly pressed his lips to Lance's, feeling the blue-eyed boy melt at his touch.

"Would you like a kiss from me too, Lance?" Shiro asked, placing a hand on the boy's knee.

"Only if I please you, Master Shiro."

He grinned, running his fingers delicately through Lance's hair. "You do. Very much so."

Keith watched as Shiro leaned in and captured Lance's lips with his own. He kissed the boy passionately, a bit rougher than how Keith had kissed him.

"Lance," Shiro exhaled as he broke the kiss. "I would like to kiss you somewhere else. Would you like that?"

"Y-Yes please, Master Shiro."

Shiro smirked as he got up from the bed. "Lie down on your stomach."

Keith helped Lance lay down comfortably with his cuffed arms stretched out in front of him.

Shiro grabbed Lance's ankles and pulled him forcefully such that only his upper body was resting on the mattress. He let the boy's legs dangle off the edge and wrenched his thighs apart. Licking his lips, he kneeled down and spread Lance's soft butt cheeks apart.

"Ohhhhh," Lance cried out as Shiro began licking him.

"Gag him again, will you?" the white-haired man asked Keith before continuing tonguing Lance's tight hole.

"I have a better idea." Keith hopped onto the bed, spreading his legs in front of the blindfolded boy. He forced Lance's head to the side and placed the head of his erection by the boy's lips. "You know what to do."

Lance curled his tongue against the sensitive underside of Keith's stiff cock, licking him like a lollipop.

"That's it, baby," he sighed, rolling his hips. "Just like that."

Shiro continued eating out the boy's hole, the movements of his tongue becoming progressively more animalistic with his growing enthusiasm.

Keith could tell Lance was starting to get unhinged by the way the boy was thrusting his hips, rubbing his erection against the softness of the mattress to gain any sort of relief, moaning uninhibitedly around his cock. "You'd better not cum, Lance."

The blindfolded boy released a throaty, desperate groan.

"You'll be in big trouble if you do." Keith grabbed the back of Lance's head to drive his erection deeper into the boy's mouth.

"Mmm, Lance," Shiro growled between licks. "You taste so good." He gave him another lick. "I could eat out your ass all night." He licked him from side to side a few more times. "But I really need to fuck you right now."

Keith actually felt the corners of Lance's lips curl up into a smile around his erection. "How do you want him?"

"Every which way." Shiro stood and crossed over to the dresser for some lube. "But for tonight…" He coated his cock with the slick substance, giving himself a few tugs for good measure. "…on his knees on the bed."

Keith pulled out of the boy's mouth and helped him up onto the mattress.

Lance lay with his chest tucked against his knees and elbows, his ass in the air, just begging to be taken.

"You're a beautiful boy, Lance," Shiro purred, running the tip of his erection up and down the boy's entrance.

"T-Thank you, Master Shiro," he stuttered.

Keith leaned down to steal a soft kiss from Lance before grazing the boy's lips with his fingers.

Shiro teased Lance's hole with the head of his cock for a bit before slowly entering him, gritting his teeth as his erection vanished entirely inside the boy, causing Lance to yelp out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "You feel incredible," he breathed. "Now, I'm not gonna go easy on you so use your safe word if you need to, okay?"

"Okay," he whispered.

Gripping onto Lance's hipbones, Shiro began rocking his hips, thrusting himself in and out of the blindfolded boy.

"Ungh."

"How're you holding up there, kitten?" Keith asked, brushing his thumb on the boy's bottom lip. "Does it feel good?"

"Yeah," he exhaled. "So good."

"I bet you're just aching for someone to touch your cock, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, Master Keith."

"Well, you're going to have to be a bit more patient, kitten." Keith repositioned himself such that he was kneeling in front of Lance. "I'm not done with that pretty little mouth of yours yet." Before Lance could react, he forced himself into the boy's mouth.

Lance eagerly took him in and began sucking him rapaciously.

"Babe," he moaned. "You're so good at that."

Shiro continued slamming his hips into the boy repeatedly, swearing under his breath. "You like this? You like being fucked on both ends?"

"He fucking loves this," Keith grunted.

"Yeah he does." Shiro gripped onto the boy's cheeks, squeezing them roughly as he pounded into him. "Such a cockslut."

Keith loved seeing the feral intensity in Shiro's gray eyes as he rammed into Lance over and over. It made him wonder if there was any remnant of his evil clone left inside that beautiful body of his. No matter the case, he couldn't think of a time where he'd ever been more turned on in his life. Every time Shiro thrust himself into Lance, the momentum sent the bound boy's mouth farther onto his erection. Not to mention the feeling of the vibrations caused by Lance's uncontrollable groans.

"Take this cock," Shiro growled, "Take it!" He slammed into the blindfolded boy even harder.

"Yeah, that's right, Shiro. Pound his ass." Keith reflexively grabbed a fistful of Lance's hair and tugged as he neared his orgasm. He could feel Lance whimper around his hard cock, which excited him even more.

"So. Fucking. Tight," he grunted, biting down on his lip.

Feeling like he could explode any second but wanting to give Shiro some more time, Keith pulled his erection out from between Lance's lips, turned around on his knees, and backed his ass up to the handcuffed boy's mouth. "Eat up, kitten."

Lance ran his tongue up Keith's slit, teasingly flicking it over his hole.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, arching his back.

"Good boy, Lance. Eat that ass." Shiro picked up the speed of his hips, giving it to the bound boy hard and fast.

Keith was at his wits end. Lance was licking him with such fervor, it was like the boy had been starved for days. Groaning unabashedly, he grabbed onto his cock and started jerking himself off. "Oh fuck."

"You close?"

"Y-Yeah." Keith was rubbing himself like a mad man, undulating his hips as Lance ate him out.

"I want you to cum in his mouth."

Just on the verge, Keith turned back around and shoved himself back into Lance's wet mouth. "Fuck yeah, Lance. Fuck yeah." He began making all sorts of cries of passion he never knew were in him. "Ohhh I'm gonna cum."

"Suck him dry, Lance." Shiro started smacking the boy's ass as he continued to pound him.

"Yeah baby," Keith breathed, "Suck me." The way the bed was crashing against the wall, he worried it may break beneath them. "OHHHHH FUCK!" With just a few more animalistic thrusts of his hips, he erupted inside the boy's mouth, feeling his tongue swirl around the tip to help drain him completely. "Lance…" He slowly pulled out, letting the last few drops of cum spill onto the boy's lips. "Finish that."

Lance licked his lips, savoring every drop.

Shiro forcefully pushed Lance's chest down, spanking him hard as he railed into him. "Dirty little cockslut."

"Gonna cum, Shiro?"

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum." His body began convulsing as the pleasure took control.

Lance yelped out every time Shiro thrust into him.

Just as he was about to burst, Shiro pulled out of Lance's tight hole and jerked himself until he came all over the boy's back, groaning from deep within his belly, "UNGHHHHH!" He settled his hand on the mattress to keep him from collapsing as he collected his breath.

"So," Keith panted, "what are we gonna do with that one?"

Lance was pathetically grinding his hips against the mattress, trying desperately to get off.

"I think he should finish himself."

"Isn't that kind of cruel?"

"I want to see him cum on himself," Shiro sneered, milking himself with his hand.

Keith smirked and flipped Lance onto his cum-soaked back. Hopping onto the mattress, he pulled Lance by the arms until they reached the headboard. "I'm going to uncuff you now. Don't try anything funny."

"Yes, Master Keith," he whispered.

Keith uncuffed the boy's dominant hand, keeping the other in the handcuffs, which he latched onto the bedpost. "Touch yourself." He slid the rag back into his mouth to silence him.

Lance began playing with himself, gliding his hand up and down his throbbing erection.

"Mmmmm yeah, that's hot," Shiro exhaled, sitting by Lance's feet.

"Cum Lance," Keith growled, rubbing his hands over the boy's chest. "I know you've been close for a while now."

Lance began to whimper, bucking his hips and jerking himself manically.

Shiro slid his hand up Lance's leg until he reached the boy's testicles, which he promptly started massaging.

"Mmmmm, MMMMM," he moaned, painfully close.

"That's so goddamn hot," Shiro breathed.

With just a few more deliberate tugs, Lance exploded all over his own panting chest, moaning deliriously. His lips were trembling.

Shiro smiled, looking down at Lance's sticky chest. "What a mess."

"Didn't you just do the laundry too?"

"Yeah," he laughed, casting his eyes up at Keith. Shiro flashed him a warm smile. "Come here."

Keith walked over to him and sat down on his lap.

Shiro brushed Keith's sweaty hair back behind his ear. "Thank you for this. I really needed it."

"You're very welcome – "

"You always know what I need."

"Shiro…" Keith closed his eyes as the white-haired man leaned in and kissed him softly. His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't recall a time Shiro had ever kissed him so gently. He never wanted this moment to end. However, before long, they were interrupted by a pathetic sound.

Lance was whimpering like a wounded puppy, trying to uncuff himself.

Shiro pulled back from Keith's embrace. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he just gets like this sometimes afterward."

The older man placed his hand on Lance's leg. "He's shaking." He slid Keith off his lap and rushed over to the bound boy.

Keith's heart sank.

"Lance, what's going on?" he asked, uncuffing him from the bedpost. "Did we hurt you?"

Lance shook his head.

Shiro untied the rag from his mouth. "Were we too rough with you?"

His lips quivering, Lance shook his head.

"Are you feeling… overwhelmed?"

He nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"Aw, Lance, sweet boy." Shiro pulled the blindfolded boy right up against his chest, mess and all. He stroked his cheek and removed his blindfold.

Lance had tears in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, trembling.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Shiro cooed, gently wiping the boy's face. "Why are you sorry?"

"Keith… doesn't like when I cry."

Keith felt his stomach drop. He felt like a monster.

"It's okay, Lance." He hugged the boy tightly, laying soft kisses to the top of his head. "Just let it all out. I've got you."

Shiro began massaging Lance's sore wrists. "Everything's going to be okay, you know why?"

Lance shook his head.

"Because I'm here." He smiled affectionately at the teary-eyed boy. "And I'm going to take care of you."

Lance returned Shiro's warm smile, his eyes sparkling with pure fondness and admiration.

Keith had never seen that look on Lance's face before. He wanted the boy to look at him that way. It was in that moment he realized he probably had never given Lance the aftercare he really needed. All this time he had been worried about losing Shiro to Lance when he really should have worried about losing Lance to Shiro.

After rubbing the boy's wrists a bit more and kissing away his tears, Shiro gently cupped Lance's cheeks and touched their noses together. "Are you feeling better now?"

He nodded, smiling.

"Would you like me to draw you a bath and clean you up?"

"Yes, please."

Shiro kissed the boy's nose before crossing the room to exit. On his way out, he gave Keith a look.

Keith could read him loud and clear. He crawled into bed with Lance, taking Shiro's place, and draped his arm around the boy's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Keith. I-I didn't mean to get upset, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"You didn't," Keith assured, "You did nothing wrong." He brought his hand up to behind Lance's head and pressed their foreheads together. "You were perfect."

"Really?" he breathed.

"Really." He kissed the boy's lips. "I love you, Lance. You know that."

He cast his blue eyes down. "Do you… love me like you love him?"

"I do. I promise I do."

Lance smiled and flickered his eyes back up into Keith's. "I love you too."

He pulled Lance tightly against his chest, holding him the same loving way Shiro did, gingerly stroking the boy's hair. His heart fluttered as he felt Lance nuzzle into him. He kissed the top of the boy's head, resting his weary eyes as he held Lance against him.

"Why don't you two look cozy?" Shiro stood in the doorway, smiling down at the pair. "Bath's ready."

Keith scooped Lance up into his arms, carrying the boy bridal-style to the bathroom.

"I had a feeling you'd be cradling me in your arms once again," Lance laughed.

"I knew you remembered our bonding moment!"

"We've had lots of bonding moments, well, more like bondage moments, but still…"

Keith laughed, placing Lance gently down into the warm water of the bathtub.

Shiro got in behind Lance, placing his legs to both sides of the boy and wrapping his arms around his chest.

Keith joined, sitting in front of Lance, taking one of the blue-eyed boy's feet and rubbing it, earning an approving nod from Shiro.

Closing his eyes and resting his head back on Shiro's chest, Lance released a sigh of satisfaction and gratitude.

Shiro locked eyes with Keith, smiling sweetly at him.

In that look, Keith could tell that Shiro was finally letting down his walls, that after all this time of pining after the white-haired man, Shiro was opening himself up to the idea of falling in love again. Perhaps the three of them could start something beautiful together.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading my story! If you liked what you read, please favorite and/or review - it would mean so much to me!