[ keith has to know what he’s doing. has to. even if it ends with a shoulder bump, there’s no explanation for the closeness other than the obvious one: keith’s flirting with him. the fact that shiro always comes to this realization in equal measures of surprise and awe is pathetic on so many levels. they’ve talked about this. sure, the momentum hasn’t built beyond the glacier pace of that first day, aside from the occasional surge of bravery that’s earned them two kisses, but.. they’ve talked about this. they both want this, to some degree, it’s just a matter of exploring this attraction and seeing if there’s more to it. if they could be more.
keith says i yield and shiro should chase him. he should snatch the space between them, just like he snatche the victory, and then maybe, kiss number four would do the job and clear the uncertainty between them. but shiro thinks too much. he doesn’t impulsively lean and then the moment is gone, dissipated by keith’s soft huff and playful words. all at once, shiro’s focus shifts, as does his gaze. he actually shifts back slightly and looks to keith’s orange yoga pants.
right. underneath there, keith’s still wearing the thigh highs. shiro knew this, yet didn’t? he was laughing about the heels ten minutes ago. he saw them. he just didn’t think far enough along to be bothered by it. and he is bothered by it, suddenly picturing keith on his bed, yoga pants gone and thigh highs still on. he can’t see himself but he knows his face is telling; he can feel all his infatuation and attraction honeying his expression, making his gaze hazy and faraway, images in his head so cleary distracting him from the present. the knee jerk reaction is to shake his head, downplay his desire and say something flippant, to keep them within the comfortable parameters of their friendship.
but he already chickened out on the kiss. he can’t chicken out on this too. ]
Not really, no. [ he raises his gaze from keith’s thighs, looking to his face and smiling boyishly. ] Not for me.
[ because while shiro is hard pressed to find a list of positives to that whole porno experience, he can admit with certainty that keith, at the very least, didn’t look ridiculous. he should’ve. but the boy’s got legs for days and even clad in black, shiny boots that are almost as long as pants, he somehow made it attractive. so getting a second peek at that? not annoying for shiro.
he laughs in the aftermath, unfortunately falling prey to some self-consciousness. he pushes on though, teasing back: ]
What is annoying is I need to change outta these too. [ he is not sleeping in these safari shorts. they aren’t far off from the size of his boxers, but nonetheless, he’s not sleeping in these. ] Looks like we’re both in for some stripping.
it's a new day and i am once again back to needlessly long tags.
keith says i yield and shiro should chase him. he should snatch the space between them, just like he snatche the victory, and then maybe, kiss number four would do the job and clear the uncertainty between them. but shiro thinks too much. he doesn’t impulsively lean and then the moment is gone, dissipated by keith’s soft huff and playful words. all at once, shiro’s focus shifts, as does his gaze. he actually shifts back slightly and looks to keith’s orange yoga pants.
right. underneath there, keith’s still wearing the thigh highs. shiro knew this, yet didn’t? he was laughing about the heels ten minutes ago. he saw them. he just didn’t think far enough along to be bothered by it. and he is bothered by it, suddenly picturing keith on his bed, yoga pants gone and thigh highs still on. he can’t see himself but he knows his face is telling; he can feel all his infatuation and attraction honeying his expression, making his gaze hazy and faraway, images in his head so cleary distracting him from the present. the knee jerk reaction is to shake his head, downplay his desire and say something flippant, to keep them within the comfortable parameters of their friendship.
but he already chickened out on the kiss. he can’t chicken out on this too. ]
Not really, no. [ he raises his gaze from keith’s thighs, looking to his face and smiling boyishly. ] Not for me.
[ because while shiro is hard pressed to find a list of positives to that whole porno experience, he can admit with certainty that keith, at the very least, didn’t look ridiculous. he should’ve. but the boy’s got legs for days and even clad in black, shiny boots that are almost as long as pants, he somehow made it attractive. so getting a second peek at that? not annoying for shiro.
he laughs in the aftermath, unfortunately falling prey to some self-consciousness. he pushes on though, teasing back: ]
What is annoying is I need to change outta these too. [ he is not sleeping in these safari shorts. they aren’t far off from the size of his boxers, but nonetheless, he’s not sleeping in these. ] Looks like we’re both in for some stripping.