English is not my first language, easy on that.

Disclaimer: Nothing mine, I invented all this up, if Keith did this on the show, voltron would be... really cool am I right? lol

Always in my thoughts

Keith was a young healthy college man. It was a sunday night, very late, raining cats and dogs outside, and as any young healthy college man with no boyfriend would, he was horny as hell. He usually didn't feel particularly horny without someone at his side, he was never the type of man to be horny 24/7, not even as a teen; but ever since he got that huge crush on Lance he was horny all the time. Stupid Lance.

He lied on his stomach in his bed, wearing only red boxers, browsing a porn page. Nothing was catching up his attention, all he was seeing was dull faces and dull dicks and dull...white bodies. Suddenly a dirty thought crossed his mind and his dick finally twitched in interest. Oh, he shouldn't. It was not ok. It was not a good thing to do. He hated the fact it was a thing! He disliked so much "Asian" was a thing! Sexualizing cultures is not right! He knew that by first hand!

He had his own morals he shouldn't betray! Sadly, his boner didn't think so. He clicked on "Latino", ignoring the asian sign right next to it, pouting.

Now that was… something. His breath hitched. They were not exactly like Lance, but some of them did have the same skin tone and he wasn't sure where to start. His dick was fully awake now, he rolled his hips into the bed, deciding what to watch, licking his lips at the sight.

Nervously, he clicked on the first solo he found, since that was his favorite thing to watch, if he had to watch porn. He changed his position, lying on his side, and he started to palm himself.

Ah, God was real. This guy was so similar to Lance. It was as lanky as him, though he had abs, which is something he was sure Lance didn't had. He had those longs legs that Keith adored, and the best part, his face was off screen. He paused it when he realized it was only one and a half minutes long.

Goddammit, he couldn't catch a break. He sat against the wall and fixed the laptop so he could jack off better. The guy was beautiful, the way he squirmed just by touching himself. He wondered if Lance would be this sensible, if Lance would move that way. If Lance would roll his hips like the guy in the video, if Lance's neck would curve that way and if Lance-

Fuck, the video ended.

He sighed. That was not it. He needed to keep watching videos of that guy. Who uploaded videos that short anyway? Sure, the guy had its own website but you could give more meat to the audience, this was infuriatingly short. He clicked on the next video of the guy, in the recommended section. His name was BlueSky, which was ultra ridiculous but with a dick that pretty his name really didn't matter. It was thick and long and it curved at his navel and it was precisely the kind of dick Keith liked, and fuck all his videos were about that long. What a disgrace.

He watched some other videos and… and there was something… There was something off with all this. He still came, the moans so obscene they went straight to his dick, he barely needed to touch himself to reach the end, his white sticky sperm dirtying his right hand, forcing him to browse awkwardly with the left hand, trying to find more and more videos of him because he was amazing, but… There was something about his voice…

He tried to watch more videos, more careful this time, but it was distracting, he couldn't focus with that sight. He closed his eyes, breathing hastily, focusing on the noises of fabric shifting and the guy's whimpers, when Blue moaned "ay."

Hold the fuck up.

He repeated it once. He repeated it again. He repeated only that part about five times, focusing on the guy's body figure, and his neck, his oh so familiar neck, and when his mind did the connection, he opened his eyes wide. He jumped and almost fell off the bed.

This was not possible.

It wasn't strange that he said "ay", that was not it but… But… That guy was really similar to Lance. Strangely like him. Weird even, the fact he could find such specimen, so amazingly similar to Lance, his actual crush and owner of all his thoughts. He was not paying attention but he did sound a bit like him too. It was hard to notice because, sadly, he had never heard Lance moaning before and… He shook his head, his face and ears deep red, and he sighed deeply, trying to calm himself. It was just his imagination playing him tricks.

There was no way Lance, Lance McClain, would be able to upload porn to the damm web. Nope, it wasn't happening, he was just… he was just imagining things now. He just found a guy very similar to Lance! It was good! That way he could have an outlet to all his pent-up feelings! And please his libido! Just because he had the same body type it didn't mean it was actually him. That was so unlikely. So unlike Lance too. Lance wouldn't do something like that ever. Never, he would probably be too shy for that.

If Keith had to think on how Lance would be in sex, he imagined him playful but elusive, the kind of man who needs time and sweet talking to get him to do more than missionary sex. Not… not this. This was not… Lance wouldn't…. No, that wasn't possible.

He found a video with the guy dirty talking and he almost flipped.

"I want you so bad… why are you being so mean?.. Ha… you're doing it on purpose right? I'll promise I'll behave. Just-"The guy started to pump his dick faster, and Keith whimpered. "Just come to me, ok? Fuck me please, I want you, I need you, I-"

He fucking cummed right there and it was fucking off-screen, why did he had to cut the video on that part? Keith was pissed. This guy had to be Lance to be that infuriating.

Realization sunk in. It was… No, it couldn't. Just because he had the same body type and the same tone voice it didn't mean it was him. Because that would meant he masturbated with a porn video of one of his closest friends and that couldn't be right, right?

He breathed in. He cleaned his hands on the sheets and stood up with his laptop on hand, placing himself on his desk, looking for his credit card. And some lotion. He never thought he would spend money on porn but holy fuck Lance was uploading porn videos on the Internet. Well, that was what he was about to confirm. The videos were too short to actually tell and he had to confirm that.

He kept telling himself he was only trying to ease his curiosity. But in the end he knew the truth, and for the way his heart and his dick throbbed, he was… high on that fact. He felt his head numb. He had to get longer videos, it was a desperate need consuming his whole body.

8 to 12 dollars per porn video?! What does that little shit, in case it were indeed Lance, thought he was? Did he really thought that highly of himself? It wasn't even real porn it was just masturbation! He looked at the videos, and, ha, the last video uploaded was the guy riding a fucking dragon dildo.

He was fucked. Even if this guy wasn't Lance, he was fucked. Utterly, absolutely, shamelessly fucking destroyed. His dick was about to explode. His wallet was going to suffer this. He closed his eyes, holding on the table, trying to pace his breath, feeling the desire pooling up in his stomach. He bit his lips. What was he doing with his life?

He scrolled down, to the first video. It was just the guy jacking off. And it was ten minutes. An improvement.

Or maybe not. This was not an improvement. It was a fucking torture. Yeah, Blue was definitely Lance, and in that first video he was behaving like Keith thought he would at sex. Shy. Careful of what he was doing. He was slowly moving his hands around his half-naked body, back supported on what it looked like a couch, but he was on the floor. It was sexy but it was so restricted it was obvious it was his first time recording something.

He travelled his hands from his neck to his chest, teasing the audience with soft movements, and when he reached his dick he just ignored and went for his thighs, separating them, showing himself, his back curving, a faint tremble in his body. He was more vocal too. His whimpers were longer and the moaning was a bit forced. It was so… cute.

There was something cute on the way Lance hips swaging wasn't as pronounced as in the other video. Keith moaned pleased, rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb. Lance's back curved more and he tilted his head back for the pleasure of his own hand. They both pumped his dick, Keith unconsciously trying to mimick his movements, and when he curved more you could see his pretty face for a second and Keith came at that sight.

He felt relaxed and calm, the after it washing over his body pleasantly. He placed an arm in top of his eyes, puffs of air leaving his mouth. He thought about what he had done. After some consideration, he decided to search water because he needed to drink a lot of water if he wanted to watch all Lance's videos before next morning.

Because shame or not, he was going to watch all Lance's videos before next morning.

a/n: Anyway, I hope you liked it! I had so much fun writing this, and I really want to write more things about this fic (and Keith trying to speak at Lance's face the next morning in the next chap, oh boy).

I'm latina myself so I thought the joke was hilarious. I'm sorry. The apology goes for the whole fic, tbh. The name of the fic may change because idk? i don't like it that much? but it's hilarious too.

My tumblr is theawesomefanatic, if you want to step by~