[ with about 45 minutes to go before their agreed meeting time, keith meanders back to the library to check for a reply. he finds one, which is to be expected, but not as expected is the strange hiccup of a laugh when he reads the damn thing. the tone had been snarky before, not exactly unpleasant but not overtly welcoming either. this time, the tone comes across softer. keith furrows his brow, partly incredulous that the guy bothered to think about his comfort.
and of course, then there's the corssed out beginnings of a see you. it's a platitude sure, but it's... fuck, funny? out of place? disarming? charming? keith bites the inside of his lip when he catches himself wondering exactly who this is. he said he wasn't going to do that and plans on sticking to it, but he takes the note out of the book entirely and crumples it in his pocket.
dorky. that's the word. dorky. it shouldn't settle his nerves knowing that, but it does. he returns to his cube then, wondering if he ought to bring supplies over. mouthwash, perhaps. something soft to rest his knnes on? but then his gaze lingers on a small bottle of lube and his staring at it, deliberating, seems to collapse time altogether.
stupid idea clashes with a more defiant on my own terms sensibility about his first time trying anal on the receiving end. truth be told, keith hasn't even made up his mind by the time he just throws everything into a drawstring bag. it'll be there if he decides to go for it, and if not then his anonymous partner will be no wiser.
with two minutes left until their meeting, keith leaves his cube. the walk towards the housing units by the pool doesn't take too long and it's with a deep breath that keith pushes the door to the worn down house and enters. all hope of subtlety is gone when the door creaks on its hinges, but he's committed at this point anyway. the interior of the house is miserable and etiolated, the floorboards every bit as creaky as the front door had been. he raises an eyebrow at a hole in the drywall, stooping to give it a closer look but finds nobody on the other side.
frowning as he glances around, it's then he spots the note directing him to the upstairs bathroom. he takes the stairs two at a time, trying to keep his breathing even and pauses when he spots the door with the fist sized hole in it. biting his lip, he glances around and drags a wooden chair to the door and drops his bag to the floor.
one more audibly deep breath and keith lets it out nice and slow before rapping his knuckles once, twice against the door, then waves his hand in front of the hole. and now he waits. ]
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and of course, then there's the corssed out beginnings of a see you. it's a platitude sure, but it's... fuck, funny? out of place? disarming? charming? keith bites the inside of his lip when he catches himself wondering exactly who this is. he said he wasn't going to do that and plans on sticking to it, but he takes the note out of the book entirely and crumples it in his pocket.
dorky. that's the word. dorky. it shouldn't settle his nerves knowing that, but it does. he returns to his cube then, wondering if he ought to bring supplies over. mouthwash, perhaps. something soft to rest his knnes on? but then his gaze lingers on a small bottle of lube and his staring at it, deliberating, seems to collapse time altogether.
stupid idea clashes with a more defiant on my own terms sensibility about his first time trying anal on the receiving end. truth be told, keith hasn't even made up his mind by the time he just throws everything into a drawstring bag. it'll be there if he decides to go for it, and if not then his anonymous partner will be no wiser.
with two minutes left until their meeting, keith leaves his cube. the walk towards the housing units by the pool doesn't take too long and it's with a deep breath that keith pushes the door to the worn down house and enters. all hope of subtlety is gone when the door creaks on its hinges, but he's committed at this point anyway. the interior of the house is miserable and etiolated, the floorboards every bit as creaky as the front door had been. he raises an eyebrow at a hole in the drywall, stooping to give it a closer look but finds nobody on the other side.
frowning as he glances around, it's then he spots the note directing him to the upstairs bathroom. he takes the stairs two at a time, trying to keep his breathing even and pauses when he spots the door with the fist sized hole in it. biting his lip, he glances around and drags a wooden chair to the door and drops his bag to the floor.
one more audibly deep breath and keith lets it out nice and slow before rapping his knuckles once, twice against the door, then waves his hand in front of the hole. and now he waits. ]