[ they’ve done more than two fingers walking and a drive-by brush. weeks ago, keith was curling fingers against his collarbones and nuzzling his nose to his, all the while pressing against him, soft and sleepy, from feet to hips to chest. that’s the issue though: weeks ago. three seconds of purposeful contact, punctuated with keith looking up at him and blushing red, has shiro’s heartbeat kicking up. throughout, the only thing shiro can think is good, he’s sticking to the center of his chest, so he won’t feel the thumping against his ribcage, off-center to the left.
the dialogue continues to be piss-poor in cleverness, yet, it isn’t making shiro outwardly cringe. not even inwardly. which is also very concerning. keith – no, dr. hugh jass – is wanting to see how big shiro – god dammit, no, miles long – is and shiro, with his lizard brain, thinks yes, he has the equipment fitting of the name. he also could save them, actually. not from the pegasoreass or whatever other dinosaur this script contains, but from this prison. if he followed through with the tentative agreement they’d come to weeks ago and actually started checking off community service with keith, then they could get out of here soon.
that’d be a better use of their time than wasting it on porno readthroughs.
amazing. shiro’s had weeks to consider approaching keith about all of this, but it isn’t until he’s being forced to acknowledge his growing attraction for his best friend through a fucking porno, that shiro finally gives it thought. not that he gets far. keith’s making high-pitched, flustered noises and then he’s bent over, presenting his ass.
oh. this is familiar.
shiro likely has a line. he’s caught up in déjà vu though. he remembers this: standing a few paces away, staring slack-jawed and pink-faced, as heat swelters at his collar and in his pants, eyes tracking the enticing curve of keith’s hamstrings, gluteal folds and higher still, to the meatiness of his cheeks. even with the shorts, he still looks… grabbable. ]
Hm. [ shiro blinks slow, lazy, like he’s waking up from a dream. or nightmare, because lon sheremi is in it. ] The kid’s got an ass on him. One of the best I’ve seen, hot damn.
[ shiro glances over to their director, to see said director holding his hands up, peering through the L formations of his indexes and thumbs in the mimic of a video screen. of course, all of this is pointed at keith’s ass. ]
But I dunno if those shorts are doing him justice. Wardrobe!!
[ the bellow has shiro shaking his head and redirecting his attention to keith. taking the minor lapse in lon sheremi’s attention, shiro quietly shifts closer, talking softly. ]
Keith, hey. How’re you–
[ – doing? is this okay? is he okay? shiro isn’t allowed the opportunity to finish. ]
Naughty, naughty! [ shiro abruptly stops, a few feet left between him and keith. he whips his face toward lon sheremi, eyes wide in surprise. ] It’s not your cue to bang the twink yet. Hold your position, flex.
[ slowly, a frown begins to fill shiro’s features. ]
I wasn’t–
[ annnd he snaps his mouth shut. ]
Shhhhhhh. [ lon sheremi fits him with a disapproving look, holds it, and then turns to a woman next to his chair. ] I’m thinking nix the booty shorts and get this kid in something smaller. More revealing for the big ass reveal, like a jockstrap.
I thought you might say that. He’s wearing one already.
Judy, you absolute doll. [ he bestows her cheek with an obnoxiously loud smooch and then waves her away. ] Alright, my gorgeous actors. No booty shorts for the shoot. Best take them off now, boy, give this big, sexy man a real peek at what he’s going to be fucking.
[ it’s reactionary and more vehement than is appropriate. ]
No! [ a beat for his mind to catch up. a beat for him to swallow back more of that agitated, anxious feeling. and onto the last, with him leveling out his voice into something decidedly calmer. ] I mean… it’s fine. I know what he looks like.
[ he realizes he’s said too much when the director’s bemusement gives way to a mischievous smile. ]
Ohohohoho~ The chemistry is real. [ shiro’s face is pink but he ignores the urge to fidget through sheer stubbornness, standing tall and staring lon sheremi down. the look does nothing to deter the director. instead, he looks back and forth between them as he talks, ending with something close to sympathy when he regards keith. ]
I’m sensing some repression here though. What’s up with that? Is he not fucking you enough, kid?
perhaps we are the ones in need of ceiling therapy
the dialogue continues to be piss-poor in cleverness, yet, it isn’t making shiro outwardly cringe. not even inwardly. which is also very concerning. keith – no, dr. hugh jass – is wanting to see how big shiro – god dammit, no, miles long – is and shiro, with his lizard brain, thinks yes, he has the equipment fitting of the name. he also could save them, actually. not from the pegasoreass or whatever other dinosaur this script contains, but from this prison. if he followed through with the tentative agreement they’d come to weeks ago and actually started checking off community service with keith, then they could get out of here soon.
that’d be a better use of their time than wasting it on porno readthroughs.
amazing. shiro’s had weeks to consider approaching keith about all of this, but it isn’t until he’s being forced to acknowledge his growing attraction for his best friend through a fucking porno, that shiro finally gives it thought. not that he gets far. keith’s making high-pitched, flustered noises and then he’s bent over, presenting his ass.
oh. this is familiar.
shiro likely has a line. he’s caught up in déjà vu though. he remembers this: standing a few paces away, staring slack-jawed and pink-faced, as heat swelters at his collar and in his pants, eyes tracking the enticing curve of keith’s hamstrings, gluteal folds and higher still, to the meatiness of his cheeks. even with the shorts, he still looks… grabbable. ]
Hm. [ shiro blinks slow, lazy, like he’s waking up from a dream. or nightmare, because lon sheremi is in it. ] The kid’s got an ass on him. One of the best I’ve seen, hot damn.
[ shiro glances over to their director, to see said director holding his hands up, peering through the L formations of his indexes and thumbs in the mimic of a video screen. of course, all of this is pointed at keith’s ass. ]
But I dunno if those shorts are doing him justice. Wardrobe!!
[ the bellow has shiro shaking his head and redirecting his attention to keith. taking the minor lapse in lon sheremi’s attention, shiro quietly shifts closer, talking softly. ]
Keith, hey. How’re you–
[ – doing? is this okay? is he okay? shiro isn’t allowed the opportunity to finish. ]
Naughty, naughty! [ shiro abruptly stops, a few feet left between him and keith. he whips his face toward lon sheremi, eyes wide in surprise. ] It’s not your cue to bang the twink yet. Hold your position, flex.
[ slowly, a frown begins to fill shiro’s features. ]
I wasn’t–
[ annnd he snaps his mouth shut. ]
Shhhhhhh. [ lon sheremi fits him with a disapproving look, holds it, and then turns to a woman next to his chair. ] I’m thinking nix the booty shorts and get this kid in something smaller. More revealing for the big ass reveal, like a jockstrap.
I thought you might say that. He’s wearing one already.
Judy, you absolute doll. [ he bestows her cheek with an obnoxiously loud smooch and then waves her away. ] Alright, my gorgeous actors. No booty shorts for the shoot. Best take them off now, boy, give this big, sexy man a real peek at what he’s going to be fucking.
[ it’s reactionary and more vehement than is appropriate. ]
No! [ a beat for his mind to catch up. a beat for him to swallow back more of that agitated, anxious feeling. and onto the last, with him leveling out his voice into something decidedly calmer. ] I mean… it’s fine. I know what he looks like.
[ he realizes he’s said too much when the director’s bemusement gives way to a mischievous smile. ]
Ohohohoho~ The chemistry is real. [ shiro’s face is pink but he ignores the urge to fidget through sheer stubbornness, standing tall and staring lon sheremi down. the look does nothing to deter the director. instead, he looks back and forth between them as he talks, ending with something close to sympathy when he regards keith. ]
I’m sensing some repression here though. What’s up with that? Is he not fucking you enough, kid?