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[ it's weird to watch a guy as broad and built as shiro scramble to make himself visibly smaller. keith sobers somewhat at the sight, taking a pinch of care to neutralize whatever scandalized expression he's wearing. the internal monologue doesn't change much, that said.

wwho put shiro up to this? what's gotten shiro interested in dinosaur porn? when did shiro of all people start thinking filming porn was a good idea? where is that director guy so keith can lodge a formal complaint about solicitation? why is any of this happening?

the questions circle on and on like an vultures over carrion. keith tries to turn off the gears that are looping back around on themselves, but all it takes is another bemused glance at shiro's outfit and a crew member positioning a sound board behind the boom mic for keith to start questioning reality again. he looks a little lost and helpless, truth be told when shiro starts speaking. ]

I'm -- what? I don't have a huge.... [ ridiculously keith actually looks over his shoulder to stare at his short lab coat to see if his ass is showing after all. a beat later, then the doctor part of that registers and keith flushes a deep cherry red. ]

Oh. And you're... [ dr. hugh jass. right. he remembers reading that name, but didn't realize it'd been some stupid porn thing when actually said out loud. shoulders hunching, he looks at his own script and reads further along the page. he doesn't get much further before he's looking up again at shiro with sheer incredulity. ]

...Miles Long.

[ seriously? but before anything else happens, one of the crew members presses a button on the sound board and a series of raptor noises shriek over the sound system. the crew hand gives the director a thumbs up and hollers: ]

Pegasoreass is go, sir!

[ hindsight is twenty-twenty and shiro realizes that he should have put more emphasis on the j. with the proper enunciation, then keith wouldn’t be looking over his shoulder and shiro, like the dumbass he is, wouldn’t be following his gaze. the angle is wrong, so shiro can’t see keith’s derriere, but looking down has him, once again, noticing how short that lab coat is and how high those boots are. the black vinyl hugs his thighs, creating a startling contrast to the white and soft peach. funny, shiro always associates desert and the bright, arizona sun when it comes to keith, but the boy’s skin certainly doesn’t match that environment. no tan, no dryness, in fact, even from this distance, his thighs look soft –

fuck, where is his mind going? keith’s been in space for years and now a few months here, so of course his skin wouldn’t be affected by a desert climate. not that shiro should even waste any moment of precious brain energy contemplating how keith’s skin is or why keith’s skin is.

… too bad he’s now considering the skin of his face, particularly the rosiness of his cheeks. good god. there are people bustling around them, fiddling with filming equipment and adjusting set pieces, so there is, at least, some constant deterrent that keeps him from fully appreciating the figure keith cuts. miles long pulls a faintly amused sound from his throat, his features still wavering between distress and exasperated humor. it’s not a bad pornstar name, he thinks. neither of them are; they both are rather fitting if he’s completely honest. thankfully, he doesn’t have time to be honest, because god awful shrieking erupts, all of it ending with shiro sending a curious glance to keith, dread filling his voice. ]

Pega… what?

[ but then someone is clapping their hands together twice, drawing attention as he comes to stand in the center of set with them. ]

Actors! Are my lovely actors ready?

[ so this is the director. lon sheremi, was it? he’s a fellow inmate but not one shiro knows much of anything about. the fact that he’s wearing the orange booty shorts, despite having been here long enough to have acquired other clothing, such as the long sleeved, baby pink shirt he’s wearing, is probably all shiro needs to know in order to form an accurate opinion of him. ]

Uh…

[ what’s the word he’s looking for? no? why can’t he remember how to form it with his mouth? ]

Oh, look at you two. Casting hit it outta the park. [ lon sheremi looks shiro up and down, then does the same to keith; weirdly, the second glance over bothers shiro more. ] The chemistry here is electric.

[ a beat and then lon sheremi starts fanning himself, grinning wide. ]

And the sexual tension… oh boy. [ silly, ridiculous, stupid shiro makes a noise like a dying… something. something in pain, that is very much dying. yes. something that is about to be dead.

lon sheremi zeroes in on him, sidling close to stand beside shiro, arm looping over his shoulders like an old friend. he’s staring over at keith, leaning in like he’s sharing a secret with shiro, but his voice carries across the divide. ]

Bet you can’t wait to start shooting so you can get some of that, am I right?

[ shiro’s mouth drops open, eyes wider… and still looking at keith. ]

I… wha–

[ he stops short – not that he was making any ground – when lon sheremi pats his chest, placating the panic. ]

But patience, beefcake. We’ll do a read through first.

[ and then he moves away, sitting down in a director’s chair that seemingly appeared six feet away from them. shiro blinks hard, still a little confused as to what just happened. ]

[ they're basically on the equivalent of a movie set with plenty of cewq hands making last minute preparationss, there isn't a single fucking reason one conversation should carry over the hustling .... and yet it does. their eccentric porn director makes his grand appearance and his half baked attempt at a private conversation with shiro does nothing to keep keith from overhearing every word. he opens his mouth, more furious than mortified, but before he can get a word of protest out, a woman with a large powder puff and make up palette in her hands comes striding towards him. without warning, she angles his jaw towards him and tuts. ]

Oh, sweet thing, don't make that face at me. I'm going to make you look perfect for the cameras.

[ keith continues to glower as she dabs cover up and powder over the scar on his cheek until the burn scar disappears. ]

There! Can't have our star twink looking like the pegasoreass already took a nibble, right?

[ clearly it's a rhetorical question as the lady looks over her shoulde, cooing as another crew member dressed in a costume modified to cradle a large reptile skinned strap on waddles up to the set. ]

You look amazing! Come on, lets get that cock glittered up!

[ it's at this point, keith completely loses his train of thought. head blank, he forgets what he was doing, why he was angry and only when lon sheremi winks at him and says something about a read through that he halfway seizes upon reflex like he's grabbing for his knnife, but finds nothing strapped to his back.

lon sheremi sits at his chair with a pleased smile as he watches the make up artist applying glue and glitter to the dong of jurassic dong before clapping his hands. ]

You there! Hugh Jass! You've got the first line! Wakey, wakey. Here we go, first official read of this baby!

[ keith shoots shiro a bemused look like he wants the guy to confirm this is reality before he numbly glances down at his script. ]

**~~Jurassic Dong: Life Finds A Way~~ c:**

[ funny. keith didn't know reading just the title would make his soul want to leave his body. lon continues to read produly as the crew hands gather round. ]

The scene opens in a lab, the camera panning out from between Dr. Hugh Jass's legs as he strides forward to the door to securely lock it. He turns to dr. miles long with a frazzled look of serious concern, as he starts to remove his lab coat. He motions to Dr. Miles Long. Dr. Miles Long who is positioned behind camera walks hurriedly onto the set looking confused. From outside the lab, a loud roar seems to rattle the window pane.

[ the first lin is, of course, keith's but he misses the cue to speak by two beats, earning himself an ahem from lon. ]

Oh uh...Dr. Long. Still stripping as he walks to the bench furthest away from the locked door -- do I have to read what's in the brackets?

[ lon sheremi gives keith the most incredulous look before bursting into fond laughter: ]

Look at this simpleton upstar. No, kid. Just read the dialogue, I'll read the cues.

[ keith shoots the man a death glare that goes missed, but complies with the rest of the line. ]

Dr. Long -- Miles, please. There isn't much time. When I and the other scientists of InJean Tech cloned the Pegasoreasses, we genetically engineered them to ensure they would all be female as a means of population control. What we didn't know was that meddling with nature could lead to something disastrous. You see, the toad DNA we spliced into their genome gave them the ability to grow penile appendages and now their biological instincts to reproduce are out of control. They'll fuck everything and everyone in sight and the only way to keep them away is if ...

[ keith pauses briefly, eyes narrowed with intense incredulity as he finishes the line. ]

...if they smell the pheromones produced from sexual activity.

Edited (launches myself into a supernova) 2022-07-03 19:18 (UTC)

[ keith looks younger without his scar. he’s still taller, still wider in the shoulders, and still mature in the face, but he definitely looks younger, less worn from war and life in general. or shiro is simply projecting. he has his own marred skin in an open place, signaling to anyone and everyone that he doesn’t fit within the boundaries of normal. strangely enough, make-up hasn’t matted his nose with foundation. it likely has to do with him playing the part of, what he assumes, is the rugged-looking, highly intense paleontologist. keith is, quite obviously, meant to be the pretty one here. waste of makeup. he’s that even with the scar.

what isn’t pretty? an inflatable dinosaur costume with an attachable dino dong that is being glammed up for reasons shiro can’t even begin to fathom.

shiro tries to put it out of his mind, as well as out of his sight, as the read-through commences. again, hindsight in twenty-twenty and it’s right about now that shiro realizes he should have spent a dobosh skimming through the script before walking onto set. it’s as ridiculous as the porn’s title suggests it to be. the only upside to having his dignity pulverized and his brain cells withering? witnessing keith read a line. weird, huh? he can despise the position he’s been placed in with keith, while simultaneously finding some catharsis.

shiro looks up from his script at keith’s question, a fond smile curling his lips, one breath away from laughing soft and amused. but lon sheremi starts laughing first. abruptly, shiro’s mood sours and he looks back to his script, grumping. see, it’s fine if shiro laughs at his best friend’s naivety. not so much for lon sheremi to. the annoyance doesn’t hold the longer keith talks though. sure, what he’s reading off is, in a word, stupid, but the longer shiro focuses on keith and not everyone else, specifically lon sheremi, the more he’s able to convince himself to roll with it.

they’re bouncing off of each other a porno script. a really badly written porno script. big deal. it’s – kind of funny?

shiro looks up from his script and to keith across the way, offering a smile and raised brows that wordlessly convey what is this shit? b-movies are better than this low-brow crap. this is somewhere around the letter g. ]

Dr. Miles Long, despite enjoying the sight of Dr. Hugh Jass stripping in front of him, frowns.

[ oh. shiro does so. ]

He places his franchi spas-12 shotgun down on a nearby lab table, taking a step closer to the other man. [ a beat. ] Do the motion and take the step, honey.

[ okay. apparently lon sheremi now wants them to follow the bracket cues. frowning is easy to maintain for this at least. shiro pretends to place down a gun and takes one step toward keith, soon blinking a curious glance to lon sheremi. ]

Line.

[ OH. shiro glances to his script, fully expecting something along the lines of, how it’s preposterous of dr. hugh jass to suggest that an animal, a beast would understand privacy and leave alone two people engaging in sex. afterall, if their mating instincts are going haywire, wouldn’t pheromones attract them faster? wouldn’t the pegasoreasses barge in and take over?

instead, his character has no brain. ]

Are you suggesting that we have to fuck like our lives depend on it… because they do depend on it?

[ keith watches shiro set the invisible shotgun down with a look of helpless bemusement for their current predicament. porn prison has a tendency of spiraling fast, but there's something about this particular situation that runs just parallel to hilarity, but keeps missing the mark. is this the kind of inane bullshit people get off to? is anyone even watching jurassic dong for the dialogue? the only thing keeping keith grounded to reality is the fact that shiro seems to be caught in a very similar place and he feels a little less insane for the company.

not that lon sheremi has exactly placed the reason keith keeps looking to shiro for reassurance. the director chuckles, looking up from his script, pleased. ]

Dr. Hugh Jass looks at Miles, his lab coat now fully unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest. Making pointed eye contact with the paleontologist, Hugh takes several deliberate steps toward him, with bedroom eyes and hands on his hips.

[ lon pauses, clearly expecting keith to do as prompted. keith blinks, looking unsure but puts his hands on his hips and marches towards shiro. bedroom eyes is highly debatable, but lon merely comments: ]

Hmm yeah, I like the confused look. Makes it feel more immersive. I'm getting palpitations just watching this action. Line!

[ flustering, keith glances down at his script for the next cue. ]

I'm suggesting, Miles.

Hugh Jass walks his fingers up Miles' chest and cups him by the jaw.

[ keith freezes a moment, uncertainty readily apparent as he lifts up his right hand and carefully walks his index and middle fingers dead center to avoid flicking nipples or anything else and does the quickest drive by brush of shiro's jaw before getting out the line: ]

That you show me that your name isn't the only thing that's miles long. You save both of us. Please.

[ keith's face turns decidedly pink, despite the relative deadpan of his voice. lon shakes his head and interjects with: ]

No, no, no -- c'mon kid. Gimme some oomph. Moan a little. Get thirsty about it! You're parched. Drier than the desert and this guy's gonna get you so wet. Sound excited about it!

[ flush deepening, keith makes a somewhat scandalized noise. ]

There! I knew you had it in ya, kid! Dr. Hugh Jass turns, and leans over the nearest lab bench, ass presented perky and high.

[ this time, keith keeps the groan to himself, but he looks at shiro with an uncertain skittish glance before turning and arching his back to accentuate the curve of his ass.]

Edited 2022-07-04 12:58 (UTC)

[ 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?

[ this situation is... strange? beyond comprehension? enraging? all of the above? it wouldn't exactly be the first time keith's found himself completely tongue tied over getting caught up in shenanigans, but this can't be like the last time he was stuck in bob's studio, can it? sure, there are lights, cameras and mics everywhere, but that's all the similarity that exists. surely, getting mad isn't going to end with him getting a pacifer stuck in his mouth.

maybe.

either way, the dissociative feeling continues to persist longer than it has any right to. lon sheremi, judy, shiro -- they're all talking about him. or more specifically, talking about his ass and while keith feels pretty strongly that he doesn't want to take off what scant clothing he has on for the crew, he feels a little thrown off center. if he knew this was bound to happen, why exactly did he wander onto this porn set again? why didn't he just skim through the script, laugh and then leave immediately> because the other lead that'd been cast just happened to be shiro? the hell is that even supposed to imply?

keith blinks once, twice, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he's arching his ass up for reasons that may never have made sense in the first place, then straightens up hastily. the hot flush across his cheeks is still there, burning away incriminatingly, but hearing shiro finally find his voice is enough of an anchor to build on. ]

That's enough!

[ the entire crew goes dead silent at this outburst. even the make up lady stops applying glitter to the dino dong to stare. tragically, lon is the first to recover. ]

Christ, you forget to take a xanax today, kid? Relax! It was a joke.

[ then looking to shiro sympathetically as if to say i see why you're not getting enough action.. ]

Well, help our prima donna over here get over himself so we can get back to the shoot, beefcake. [ ] he claps his hands. ] One minute break everyone! Stretch your legs, air out your vaginas, all that good stuff!

[ keith glares, hands balling into tight fists. ]

We're leaving!

[ lon sheremi looks entirely unconcerned as he lights up a cigarette. ]

As long as you get back here in a minute! Go fluff beefcake in the dressing room, you'll feel better.

[ for the record, keith has no idea what fluffing means, but the wink lon sheremi gives shiro is so sleazy that keith wants to slap it off his face. ]

Edited 2022-07-06 01:24 (UTC)

[ the irrefutable fact here is that they were never going to go through with this. inevitably, sense would win out and shiro would balk at the very prospect of changing his entire friendship with keith in such an impersonal and public way. keith deserves better than that. hell, shiro deserves better than that too. their friendship is worth more than anything this low-brow script has to provide and so, after a few brain hiccups, he’d end the reading, bow out and – hopefully – have keith following him.

after keith’s outburst and lon sheremi’s subsequent retorts, he feels pretty shitty that he didn’t reach that limit sooner.

the guilt slips in easy, though there’s enough leeway in the first few beats for him to think fluff and cringe through it. unlike keith, shiro does know what that means. his selfishness only extends so far, thankfully. he doesn’t delve into the inner image of keith on his knees, staring up at him as nimble fingers pluck at the buttons of his tiny shorts. instead, he cringes, breathes out and takes one hard look at those balled fists before thinking okay, he needs to take care of keith.

so he ignores lon sheremi, including the impulse to extend contact by arguing that no fluffing will be happening or that they won’t be back in a minute’s time. he simply lets it go and keeps his gaze on keith and only keith as he steps over to him. he tosses his script onto the work bench and then places a hand on keith’s shoulder, while also touching his fingers to one of those balled fists, soon gently clasping it. ]

C’mon. Let’s grab our things. [ voice low and look sympathetic, he squeezes at his shoulder and lets go. only there though. he makes a point to tug at keith’s fist as he turns away, giving him little option but to follow along. ]

[ the bristling stops when shiro offers up a placating shoulder squeeze. the desire to slap lon sheremi doesn't instantaneously disappear, but keith turns his eyes to shiro and calms. yes, going without causing a fuss is, of course, the best idea. keith leaves his script on the lab bench and allows shiro to direct his attention towards the dressing room. tension doesn't leave keith's shoulders however, clearly braced for more jeering commentary from their would-be director.

weirdly enough? nothing comes. they make it all the way to the dressing room door before keith finally succumbs to curiosity to sneak a backwards glance over his shoulder and finds lon sheremi lounging on his chair chatting boisterously with judy, all seemingly without a care in the world.

somehow the indifference only drives home the point that keith really shouldn't be getting worked up over this. he sighs, finally unclenching his fist to loosely hold shiro's hand. once they get to the dressing room -- really, one space curtained off into two areas with privacy drapes, keith sighs and says rather quietly: ]

I'm sorry. There was probably a better way of handling that.

[ a beat, then he adds a little more lightly: ]

What'd he mean by fluffing anyway? Like fluffing up your hair?

[ dressing room is misleading. the one here provides bottom wrung level privacy. he shouldn’t complain, even silently, because considering lon sheremi’s eccentricities, it could be so much worse. at least the drapes are a solid, dark purple and not, say, sheer, sparkly toile. no walls though, means voices carry. the mix of voices from the crew, as well as accompanying sounds of people moving about should drown out anything they have to say in this enclosed space. nonetheless, he appreciates the added precaution.

… though, after he hears the entirety of what keith has to say, he thinks, maybe it would be better if they didn’t speak at all. too late; shiro gives keith a pitiful look, shaking his head. ]

No.

[ if he doesn’t explain it now, he’ll just have to explain it later – or worse, keith will ask someone else, like lance or hunk. can’t have that. it’s better to bite the bullet and deal with it, preferably while gathering their things as an added distractor. with that in mind, shiro gestures to the corner of the draped section where some orange is neatly folded. he’s assuming that’s keith’s. ]

Like… physically helping me get ready to shoot the scene. [ this is keith. he’s talking to keith. shiro has the utmost faith in keith… just not so much the areas of understanding social cues or innuendo. so remembering that, cringing at that and ultimately, accepting that, shiro gestures at his crotch with a wave of his metal hand. ]

Ready here.

[ still not as blunt as he could be, but sufficient enough that shiro makes sure he holds position until keith looks and then he ducks into the other area divided by the curtain. he’s looking for his things – it’s not only to hide. ]

[ it's fortunate that shiro has the foresight to elaborate before keith can beat him to it because that was indeed the path they were trekking. keith's brow wrinkles briefly with confusion, then comprehension makes him go a little wide-eyed when he follows shiro's gesturing down to his crotch. before keith can say anything though, shiro disappears behind his side of the partitioned room, leaving keith with a squirmy feeling in his stomach.

what was it lon sheremi had said? it'll make you feel better? keith quickly shakes himself from his memory stupor, turning around to focus on his folded prison uniform. trying to stay focused on changing out of his ridiculous costume proves to be impossible when his brain is seemingly intent on playing back the taunt that prompted his initial outburst. presumably, that amount must be working for shiro if it's been a while since they

i'm sensing some repression here. keith bites his lower lip hard as he picks at the buttons of his lab coat. is he not fucking you enough, kid? that's -- a whole host of things. laughable, pathetic , depressing all blended into something a little too real. of course, the fact of the matter is that they're not having sex at all... which is fine assuming none is the exact amount at which they're both satisfied.

with only one or two kisses traded between them in the weeks since last month, keith has to assume that for shiro at least, none is perfectly adequate. perhaps in a context other than porn prison, keith might have felt much the same way. after all, he's always been content to leave his sexuality an unanswered and unexplored mystery. porn prison's taken that luxury away however, and he's learned quite a fair bit about himself that he can't unlearn. against better judgment, keith lets his thoughts wander back towards anon's cock forcing him open as he shrugs the costume off his shoulders. he knows there's no need to feel guilt or shame over his sex life, but lately the two go hand in hand whenever he thinks about how shiro treats him in comparison. but then again, shiro's obviously having sex with others in prison. toji, for starters.

so.

keith scrunches his face, breathing out a heavy sigh. ]

You'd prefer someone else for that anyway.

[ the question is ill advised and perhaps a touch bitter, but keith tries to pass it off as a joke with a forced laugh. the lab coat comes off, and he reaches for his folded tank and pulls it on over head.

from outside, there's a brief lull in background chatter as lon shouts across the studio: ]

Oh yeah, kid! Make sure you get a nice fat plug inside you. We don't have all day to let beefcake over there take his time with ya.

[ shiro is very good at talking himself down from deteriorating circumstances. his wrist monitor is beeping more frequently? mind over matter, he just needs to power through to the kerberos finish line, then he can rest. adam is far more distant than a few months ago? it’s the stress of the upcoming mission; they love each other, nothing can break them. certain community service requirements aren’t being met between keith and himself? must be the ankle monitors. it can’t be incompatibility. it can’t be that some need isn’t being met between them, that they are incapable of bonding through the experience. some people explain this as stubbornness. others dub it selfishness. it’s controlled recklessness and for the most part, it serves shiro well in keeping him striving forward and never looking back… up until the moment everything comes to a head. it’s an inevitability, there is no escaping it, no matter his level of bullheadedness, and right here, right now, he’s thinking that he’s made a blunder. he took do it our way to mean do it shiro’s way.

he hasn’t learned much from his broken engagement to adam, huh? briefly, he wonders if the 4 by 6 photograph of adam the aliens gifted him with is meant to serve as some subtle reminder. he doesn’t really want to consider the possibility of the aliens utilizing his past relationship as a lesson for a new, potential relationship, so he shakes his head, vehemently telling himself no.

so he’s right back to where he was before: thinking that he hasn’t been affirmative enough in his attraction. if he had been, keith wouldn’t be so certain that shiro doesn’t want him. it’s such a contrast to the truth, but shiro can see how it got to this point. weeks spent together without actually being together, in a place that actively promotes people becoming physical with one another… it doesn’t do much for the confidence levels when they’ve only kissed a few times and done nothing else.

having managed to get his crop top off and pull his long sleeve on, shiro pauses, vest held between both his hands as he stares at the drape separating them. i prefer you above everyone. even the guy shiro’s regularly been hooking up with, who he may or may not be harboring an ill-advised attachment to. anonymous makes him feel free and unbelievably good, but keith is… well, keith. keith will always be held aloft in the top slot of shiro’s favor; everyone else is competing for second place, honestly.

he never makes it so far as opening his mouth though. lon sheremi’s voice cuts through and shiro has to shut his eyes in the aftermath. actually, bad idea, because now he has nothing to distract him from the instantaneous image of keith bent over, curving his spine and looking over his shoulder, as shiro lubes up a plug and thumbs at a cheek to –

he feels a throb in between his legs and quickly opens his eyes, trying to dislodge himself from the image. these shorts are far too itty bitty. he needs to get out of them and pull on his pants, maybe even sling his belt lower. instead, he still stands there, clutching at his vest, breath stuttering into an inopportune laugh. ]

He’s right.

[ wait, shit. not about that. he laughs again, just as disbelieving as before, the weight of the moment clearly getting the best of him. ]

I would take my time with you. [ a beat. ] Do. [ then softer on a sigh, intended for himself. ] Too much time.

[ another pause that drags, only to be broken by a shift in his voice; not panicked, not impatient… just eager to put distance between himself and here. ]

Are you done changing? I’m not but – let’s get out of here? [ because he doesn’t like what it has keith thinking and feeling. he doesn’t like what it’s doing to himself either. mostly: ] I don’t want this to be our first time together. I want something better for us. So – go? Now?

Edited (gross a typo) 2022-07-07 22:39 (UTC)

[ keith splutters, face going cherry red in the immediate aftermath of lon's comment and his scandal is made only worse with the knowledge that in the next beat lon's gone right back to chit chatting with judy. he's the only one getting worked up here, and keith doesn't know how to articulate why. they were already leaving, so whatever the director wants is and has always been irrelevant. it's just .... what? that he's a prude?

fuck. he didn't think he was? or at least, he'd figured prudes wouldn't be going around presenting themselves to anons through glory holes, but the ease with which lon talks about his body is disconcerting. can keith even casually tell somene he's fucking to go slip in a plug? apparently not, considering his one repeat partner is someone he doesn't physically speak to.

there are a whole slew of implications to unpack in that. messed up ones, really. is he dealing with repression? stupidity? perhaps both? increasingly exasperated with himself, keith is about to yell back a choice retort when shiro beats him to the punch. except... shiro isn't addressing lon, he's speaking to keith. like the rest of them don't even matter.

instantly soothed, keith quietens, rolling his lower lip between his teeth as he listens. if anything, he's expecting a joke at lon sheremi's expense. instead, there's ... affirmation? mercifully, the curtains obscure shiro from seeing keith's doubletake but the longer his best friend continues to speak in somber tones, the more confused incredulity mellows into something harder to place. there's a healthy amount of embarrassment, sure, but it's twinged with regret as well. ]

Gimme a sec.

[ get out of here. right. that's the easy part to address in all this. keith tugs at his tiny white booty shorts and pulls on his long orange yoga pants over the knee highs. if he's walking out of here, he's at least doing so in a slightly more dignified manner. next, he scoops up his clothes and boots and draws back his curtain. ]

Okay. I'm ready to leave. [ ] and before nerves can get the better of him, keith is quick to add: ] And just so you know, there doesn't have to be a first time. Ever. If you don't think it feels right. But I... I still want to hang out.

[ shiro startles as the curtain is yanked to the side. his gaze keeps in line with surprise in the following beats, eyes tracking over keith’s – mostly – bare shoulders, down his tank and to familiar orange. one, two, three shifts of his gaze and then he blinks, gaze now on keith’s face, words filling the space between them. shiro’s still wearing the safari shorts and boots that don’t belong to him, but he makes no move to finish changing. he smiles instead, slow-curling and sweet on relief as he nods minutely, confirming: ]

I want to too.

[ there’s a nervous twitch in the immediate aftermath of that. barely anything at all, but there nonetheless: he wrings the vest in between his hands, fingers pinching needlessly. he’s quick to recover though and soon, drapes the vest over his left arm, grabbing his pants and utility belt, as well as one lone glove, off the chair, soon adding those to the pile of clothes he catches in the crook of his elbow to hug to his torso. ]

We can go to my cube. Change in peace and figure it out from there.

[ he bends down as he talks, metal fingers clasping hard at the cuffs of his boots. he holds them dangling at his side as he straightens up. ]

It’s almost dinner time, isn’t it? We can–

[ and the minute runs out. ]

Where are my stars? [ shiro doesn’t even attempt to finish the thought, instead wrinkling his nose and twisting his lips on a wince. ] You better not be milking out each other’s o-faces. Save that for the camera, lovelies~

[ shiro tips a glance in the direction of the call, staring for an extended beat even though he can’t see anything through the heavy draping of material. if he remembers correctly, the location of this makeshift dressing room isn’t far off from the entrance. if they peel back the curtain beyond the chair that was previously acting as shiro’s dresser, then it’s almost a straight shot to the communal area door. with that settled in his mind, shiro looks back to keith, the right side of his mouth pulling harder.

the responsible thing would be to politely tell lon sheremi they've changed their minds, so they're bowing out. but. ]

He doesn’t seem like a runner. Race you to the exit?

[ as always, keith is braced for the worst. it's a habit reinforced by years of negative expectation and then some by all the unfortunate turns their fight with the galra have taken. and maybe to an extent, if he's being honest with himself, the clone hadn't exactly helped either.

but above all else? he knows shiro. and though shiro hasn't said as much outright, there's a good chance that the reason underlying their mutual evasiveness is the omnipresent awareness of the rift between their space-time continuums. there's either a time paradox at play or they're from alternate realities and though keith doesn't have slav's manic fatalism, he knows neither option has particularly favorable conclusions about the meaning of their return home.

and if keith knows that, then shiro knows it too. so forgive him, if he looks a bit guarded while waiting to be gently let down for his own good. a held breath gets expelled with a soff: ]

Huh?

[ as shiro defies expectation. comprehension is a bit slow to catch up, and when it does his smile has the unfortunate timing of synching right up with the end of their minute. though his expression flatlines, his attention never leaves shiro. lon sheremi is a joke and as long as his best friend is going to ignore the guy, then keith is determined to treat him like the joke he deserves to be.

which is to say, naturally as soon as he catches shiro's drift, his eyes brighten with mischief. ]

Oh, you're on.

[ is it inadvisable to be running in stiletto boots? probably. but a mere suggestion of wildly irresponsible shiro raising his recalcitrant head is all the fuel keith needs to run a marathon. the two take off, triggering a loud HEY! that only makes keith wheeze with laughter as he runs after shiro towards the exit.

the race that should have ended once they're outside only continues because an out of breath lon sheremi huffs and puffs his way to the door, opens his fly and lets loose a flying orange thing that keith does not stop to get a better look at.

the race extends all the way to shiro's cube with shiro the victor and keith a close second just two strides behind. he leans heavily against the cube wall, laughing, panting and then coughing to get his words out. ]

Next time, you're the one running in heels.

Edited (The same old reason) 2022-07-08 16:48 (UTC)

[ some small part of shiro may have felt a smidgen of guilt once they started running but then lon sheremi launches a rocket penile at them and shiro is eternally grateful that they aren’t sticking around. the race isn’t a fair one, but it’s good. it has keith laughing and shiro grinning; prison, the war, the everything concerning and baffling of these past years melting away to give way to memories of simpler days. they’ve been competitive for a good portion of their friendship and while a footrace isn’t on par with hoverbikes or sim scores or dancing around each other on a sparring mat, it has shiro’s chest aching with nostalgia.

in the end, they don’t stray much from the garrison, competitive days: shiro wins. shiro’s grin is wide and toothy, the heaviness of his breath doing nothing to dampen the shine of it. ]

And then you’d be forced to carry me. [ a labored laugh and a more mischievous: ] Try to carry me.

[ because hell, if their roles had been reversed and shiro were the one booking it in stilettos, he’s man enough to admit that he’d still be struggling through the communal area right now. ]

I don’t know how you managed that. [ he shakes his head, amused, and ends the shake with gaze forward, attention on the door as he taps his foot close to it, enough for the sensors to read his ankle monitor. ] With that kind of disadvantage and you still keeping up… the victory really ought to go to you. [ a beat and he's definitely cheekier now. ] But nah, I won.

[ the door unlocks and still holding his things, he takes some maneuvering to get the door open. but then he’s kicking it wider with his foot, sidestepping as it swings outward and then stepping inside. there’s a significant change to the layout of shiro’s cube since keith was here last. shiro’s swapped the locations of the table and chairs with his cot and his cot is… actually a bed. a king-sized bed. it’s the only way it would fit in his cube, so – the front room is now the bedroom. shiro, of course, doesn’t think to say anything about it, instead focused on walking over to the counter to put his things down. ]

[ keith rolls his eyes, grin still plastered on his face and ruining any semblance of real exasperation. he enters shiro's cube, completely cavalier in his demeanor inresponse to the challenge. ]

Heh. I could carry you no problem.

[ after all, if he could support his and shiro's combined weights while dangling off a platform, carrying his best friend on his back has to be easy in comparison. ]

I'm pretty strong, I'll have you know.

[ he closes the door behind him, then steps inside. there's still a smirk on his face right up until the moment that he registers the changes. blinking, his features shift into surprise as he looks from the large new bed to shiro, back to the bed. ]

Woah, that's .... huh. When did you get a new bed?

[ a dull thunk from outside makes keith turn to face the wall with a frown, though when there's no further noise, keith dismisses it entirely and instead walks over to join shiro by the counter to set his own clothes down. ]

[ the boots are dropped on the floor but the other items are dumped on the counter. vest, pants, utility belt, glove – excellent, everything made it through the compound sprint. he lifts his head at the question, only to follow keith to a glance toward the wall in almost perfect synchronization as his face too wrinkles with a frown. what was that…? shiro doesn’t dismiss it quite as quickly as keith does; this is his house, his space, and he knows what’s normal and what’s abnormal here. ultimately though, his focus splinters as keith comes to stand close. and soon, just as it has a habit of doing, his attention freely swings to keith entirely, his gaze once again on him.

what were they talking about? oh, right, the bed. ]

Two days ago.

[ he put the request in two weeks ago, actually. apparently, there was confusion surrounding the word king. either way, the aliens managed to get it right and helped him move it in here… after he spent a great deal of credits. he thinks he’s doing alright though; he may not be getting the big bucks with community service check offs all that often, but between his job with maintenance and his regular fuckings with anonymous, he brings in small, yet steady amounts of credits.

he folds the vest in on itself and smooths his palms over it, parting from it with twin pats. ]

I meant to tell you earlier – but I guess I’m telling you now.

[ he laughs gently and then steps around keith, heading toward the bed. he sits down on the edge of it, bending over his knees to start pulling at the laces of his boots. with a carefully crafted nonchalance that isn’t at all him downplaying his investment in hearing keith’s opinion, shiro asks: ]

Do you like it?

[ like shiro, keith does a mental check off of his clothes to make sure nothing's been dropped along the mad dash back to the cube, but the similarities end there as keith is content to leave his jacket and boxers an unfolded mess on the counter and rather unceremoniously lets his boots drop on the floor.

he lingers by the counter for a long moment afterwrwards, merely watching shiro sit on the edge of his enormous bed and lean forward to undo his boot laces. only then does it occur to keith that he's going to have to take his pants off if he wants to do the same and remove the thigh highs, which wouldn't be a problem save for the fact that he hadn't bothered to switch out the jock strap in favor of his boxers back in the dressing room.

but perhaps that's not a problem he should even be bothered with? they are, after all, talking about the bed that shiro's acquired with his credits from bed activities.... presumably to facilitate even more bed activities in some unholy bed loop. unable to know what else to do , keith laughs a little softly and replies just as artificially nonchalantly. ]

I haven't seen a bed this big in ages. You can actually roll without falling off? That's some luxury right there.

[ all of which is true, of course. but again, keith knows shiro and is keenly aware that the guy wouldn't be spending credits on a larger bed for comfort or rolling privileges. no, if he's spent the credits, it means there may be someone he wants to share his bed withm and something about that sparks a tiny knot of tension in his stomach. keith drops eye contact, shyly stepping away from the counter to awkwardly stand at the halfway point between it and the bed. ]

It looks real comfy, Shiro.

[ the cots are standard issue. as far as shiro knows, the available living spaces come with similar furniture; all the container housing, that is. the lone row of large houses up by the park is different. they are a mixed bag of hodgepodge items. so it is possible that keith could have seen a larger bed in the last three months. but he hasn’t. it doesn’t mean much, all things considered, but shiro does duck his chin and smile to himself, helplessly pleased that he has a one-up in some small area.

he gets the laces undone and pulled slack on his right boot, only then looking up as he tugs it off to wiggle his sock-covered toes. keith drops eye contact shortly thereafter, however, shiro doesn’t analyze why, instead looking back to his feet to start on the left boot. ]

It is.

[ fingers pluck and he wriggles his hips as they do, making the mattress shift with his weight. one, two sways from side to side and then he stills as he laughs, grasping at the shoe to give it a yank. ]

But don’t take my word for it, come see for yourself.

[ he drops the boot to the floor and swipes his foot out, knocking both further to the side to clear the space of obstacles. it’s meant as an invitation for keith to come closer. though, the more obvious one is shiro patting the bed next to him, gaze expectant and expression hopeful. ]

[ ....and then it clicks.

kind of. even after the invitation to come sit on the bed is extended, keith wrestles with the inherent egocentrism behind thinking something as bold as shiro got the bed to share with me because ... well, the inherent arrogance implicit in something like that is practically asking to be slapped down.

still, uncertainty softens into something moonier before keith ducks his head and quietly walks over the rest of the way. ]

You're asking me not to trust you. That's a first.

[ teasing, of course. keith grins as he flops down next to shiro. unlike the cot mattress which may as well just be filled with mothballs and paper, this one actually has some decent bounce to it. keith huffs a laugh. ]

Damn. This mattress has some bounce to it. So what prompted you getting this? Back muscles cramping on you, old timer?

[ shiro’s answer is a huffed laugh, grin unhurried, yet growing wider, bit by bit, as the distance dwindles between them. there’s a first time for everything; it’s that kind of day. first porno, first time running from a job, first reverse trust exercise, first – no. keith sharing a bed with shiro isn’t new.

they’ve found themselves in bed together once, twice now? keith sitting next to him hardly counts, but it could be the start of a third. thinking along those lines has shiro warming. the feeling is exasperated into a full-fledged laugh by the end of keith’s teasing, whatever nervousness there could have been suddenly quiet and missing. shiro’s clear-minded; empty of second-guessing and full of honesty, all of it leading to him swaying to the side, knocking his shoulder to keith’s. ]

I was gonna ask you to consider staying over.

[ all out in one go. it’s easier this way: serious, yet not. he has that same flippant, airy tilt to his voice, though, his lapses in the following lull and the next part is, suddenly, not carrying the same teasing. ]

Last time was nice, so I thought, you know… why not get us an actual bed?

[ his expression goes soft, edging closer to shy, and it holds through to the next blink, whereas everything then shifts as he turns his eyes away and tilts his chin up, just so, for a play of haughtiness. ]

Buuuuut you’re right. My old timer back is a fragile thing. I’m gonna need this entire bed to stretch out and find a comfortable position in.

[ one shoulder bump turns into a swooping lurch in keith's stomach. shiro has never said anything to suggest or even imply that the last time they shared a bed together had been unenjoyable, but considering the invitation had never been extended since, keith could at least make the inference that it must not "feel right" to do so again. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been frustrated with that, and lying even harder if he suggested that he'd fucked some of that out.

but perhaps he's been thinking about everything in the wrong way. maybe shiro hadn't wanted to ask because a cot is a cramped thing to share. guilt flickers to life at the pit of keith's stomach, wondering what shiro would even think if he knew keith had gone to another guy for an outlet. does it even matter? they hadn't exactly set forth expectations for each other, let alone defined what it is that they're working towards outside of some nebulous agreement to just do what "feels right."

pushing the sobering thought out of his head, keith looks up with a smile. ]

Uh-huh. So now you're trying to get me to agree to stay over and milk a free bakrub out of me? Heh. Looks like the deal just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter for you.

[ he grins, reaching across to playfully poke shiro's ribs before flopping backwards with a happy sigh. ]

Do I get something nice if I agree?

[ hey now! keith’s the one who brought shiro’s back into this. shiro is entirely innocent and unassuming… though, now that keith mentions it, if he wouldn't mind tossing in a goodnight back massage, it’s not like shiro is ridiculous enough to turn that down. shiro huffs a playfully scandalized sound to the poke, not that he does anything to try getting away. keith does that for him with a flop and while shiro doesn’t follow after him, he does twist his body, looking back at his best friend.

there are precisely two beats in which everything keeps: keith is sighing happily, shiro is smiling happily, everything is very happy and content. and still, it remains so in the third beat, it’s just shiro ends up laughing. it bubbles out of him loud, the combination of relief and excitement for this bed situation going smoothly, catapulting his mood high. ]

You’re already getting a large, comfy bed out of it, more or less guaranteeing a good night’s sleep.

[ teasing, chiding, shiro rolls his eyes and grins wider, more lopsided by the end of it. he reaches over and pinches at keith’s side. ]

What else could you possibly want, greedy?

[ the question makes keith laugh despite not meaning to. it's just ... for such a playful tease of a question, there are so many answers keith could give, ranging from honest to too honest. he doesn't wriggle away from the pinch of fingers, but he does slap his own hand down over them to keep shiro from pinching any harder. ]

This is greedy, huh.

[ the smile holds, but keith isn't sure what to think. genuinely being greedy with shiro is the last thing he wants, but then how does he articulate havin wants and needs? do his needs even matter when there's an anon who doesn't think he's greedy for having wants? he looks thoughtful for a moment before giving shiro's trapped hand a squeeze and letting it go. ]

...Fine. I'll settle for you telling me if that was the dumbest porn you've ever seen, Miles Long.

omg you did math

i have no idea what personality lon sheremi has but apparently he's eccentric

his personality is perfect

~*~Jurassic Dong: Life Finds A Way~*~ c:

i'm still not over the glittery dino dick

i am also recovering

perhaps we are the ones in need of ceiling therapy

after this? no it's definitely these idiots

maybe they can get a discount on the therapy sessions if they do them together.

maybe an extra discount if they hold hands.

so they hold hands to save credits. cowards and cheapskates.

hey they gotta save those credits to buy necessities like nice beds..??

and the kama sutra

shiro's denial is going to be what keeps them in porn prison for a year longer

LISTEN he's making... progress. he even bought a big bed w keith in mind!

his baby progress is admirable i suppose

And now in the right thread

noct keith is still having orange booty short shiro dreans tho

i cannot believe i actually tagged the wrong thread. who am i. i'm such a noob rper.

yeah you nub

my shame is eternal

there there one day you shall redeem yourself

you really believe there is hope for me??

a baby amount of hope

still better than nothing!

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