[ shiro lurches forward, just barely catching himself on his hadns before crushing keith under his weight. where there ought to be an abundance of relief, there's only disappointment to add to his burgeoning sense of betrayal. keith bucks his hips, shuddering through the barest taste of friction against shiro's abs and drops back down the cot with a frustrated noise.

shiro backs away after that, again like he's been burned, and starts trying to free himself from the vice grip keith has around him. it really says a lot that his best friend wants to get away from him this badly. a friend would register that, respect personal space and boundaries. maybe a brother would too. but then again, what part of this is all that brotherly?

keith grits his teeth, matching shiro's desire to be rid of him with all the force he can fucking muster. hell, this is technically easier than holding to a dangling 200 lb dead weight in one hand, isn't it? ]

I offered it to you and you don't even want it! So why the hell can't I get it from someone else? I'm not some kid you have to protect, you know. I wanna get off. So either help me get off or get off me and let me go!