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[ 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.

[ yes. it’s greedy. unapologetically greedy to lounge across his sheets and make demands, like keith is the one doing shiro the favor by settling. shiro isn’t going to lie to himself; he’s charmed. and for a moment there, when keith’s hand clasps his and squeezes tight, he thinks, maybe, keith will pull him in. all he needs is a hint of a tug and shiro would go. it could be like last time, with shiro stretched beside keith but tipped over him. maybe this time, however, shiro can be bold and arch down to kiss keith soft and sweet, right into the bedding.

a kiss would be something nice, wouldn’t it? that’s what keith had been alluding to, right?

wrong.

keith lets go and if that weren’t disappointing enough, next shiro’s brain is being assaulted with images of large, glittery, dino dicks. baffled at how off the mark his expectations are, shiro hiccups on a laugh, gives his head a good shake, and then, when everything recalibrates, he loses that lost stare and swings hard into amusement. ]

Wait, hold on. [ he’s laughing. it isn’t often that shiro is unreserved with his joy, but it’s genuine in the moment, as he teases right back. ] Let me get this straight… me talking to you about pornos is what you consider nice?

[ his hand is very much his own again and rather than securing its safety by extracting it from keith’s reach, he doubles down to pinch, repeatedly, at keith’s side. ]

You haven’t even agreed to stay over yet, so you shouldn’t be making demands on me anyway.

[ the nerve!! the audacity?! keith chooses to show mercy to shiro's naughty hands and this is the repayment he gets? keith shorts, twisting away from the repeated pinchings. he snags the corner of a pillow case with his fingers, then snatches it up to smash against shiro's side. ]

I'm negotiating my terms of stay. I can make whatever demands I want.

[ he laughs, snapping the pillow back to his front, ready to use it as a shield. ]

If you want to give me something nicer, I'm all ears.

[ shiro scoffs. sorry keith, but that isn’t much of shield, especially not against two strong hands, one of which has metal, locking fingers that grasp tight and rip hard. so keith is welcome to try holding onto the pillow, but shiro’s twisted around now, fully on the bed with his knees down and he’s pulling – yanking – at the pillow to dislodge it from keith’s front. ]

Negotiating the terms by taking my things hostage!

[ he’s still laughing, grin wide. ]

Thieves don’t deserve anything nice.

I'm doing nothing of the sort!

[ but try as he might for indignation, keith is a little too busy laughing and yabking back to sound at all offended by the egregious accusation of hostage kaking. ]

Where do you think we are? Olkarion?

[ snorting, keith demonstrates his point by very abruptly letting go of the "hostage." time to see if shiro bonks himself in the face?? ]

[ keith’s mean. it’s the one resounding thought shiro has in the split second between oh and shit when the opposing force gives. keith’s not a quitter, no matter what may show on the galaxy garrison transcripts, so shiro isn’t anticipating a throw in of the towel just yet. meaning? shiro is, indeed, pulling as hard as he can when keith lets go and yes, the pillow does arch up, slamming straight into shiro’s wide eyes and gasping mouth. ]

Gah!

[ luckily, shiro didn’t just get a king’s sized mattress. his request for a larger bed came with an adequate bedframe, as well as pillows and sheets. so instead of the brick-like pillow of his cot, he’s got a faceful of feather-like plushness.

shiro rebounds rather quickly, in that case. he uncovers his face and keeps the pillow, huffing as he scrambles back across the sheets, putting a bit of distance between them. ]

I’m starting to think it’s too dangerous to have you in my bed. Should I rescind my invitation?

[ … actually, he’s changed his mind. he launches the pillow at keith, aiming for his face. ]

[ okay, so maybe that was a little meanspirited, but the pillow is plusha dn soft, and shiro is obviously a big strong guy who'll recover in 0.02 seconds. keith grins wide as the pillow goes flying backwards to smash shiro in the face, then just about shrieks with laughter when shiro hurls it back in retaliation. keith brings his arms up to shield, laughing as the pillow bounces off. ]

No, I wanna stay. Please, I'll be good. .

[ insofar that his goodness won't be exploited in some vicious counter attack anyway. keith peejs up, still laughing as he scrambles to retrieve the pillow. ]

[ please, i’ll be good. ah. that has such a nice ring to it. briefly, shiro allows himself to bask in the suggestion of it, thinking if only in that miniscule span of time. but then the second runs through itself and shiro is left scoffing. ]

You think I believe that?

[ shiro had just been kicking himself backward, broadening the distance between them. now though, he jerks forward, landing on all fours as he crawls forward, movements rushed in his attempt to beat keith to the pillow. ]

You’re already going for the pillow, you brat.

[ shiro is a poet. ]

[ ineffectually going for the pillow, mind you. with the boots still on, keith hasn't actually dared violate the sanctity of shiro's new bed by climbing up, dirty heels and all, just to snatch up the pillow.

which is to say, shiro easily grabs at the thing first, leaving keith wide open for attack. he smiles, mustering up as much innocence as he can. ]

Well yeah? I didn't want you throwing it at me. You expect me to just lie here defenselessly?

[ oh no, the poetry is contagious. ]

[ pillow successfully reclaimed, shiro holds it in a metal fist and turns, looking to keith. he eyes up that innocent smile, suspicion radiating off of him. without a shadow of a doubt, keith is waiting for him to drop his guard, isn’t he? shiro thinks yes and adjusts his grip, holding the pillow in front of himself between both hands. ]

Yeah.

[ that is what shiro expects, if keith actually wants to play nice and cuddle up tonight. ]

So say it. Say you yield.

[ then maybe they can stop tussling over pillows long enough to figure out what it is they’re doing. ]

[ considering shiro's got quite the solid grip on that pillow, keith can see there's no trust here. he pouts, actually pouts this exaggerated uppity thing with a curl of his lips and folds his arms. ]

Hmph. Put the pillow down first. Then I'll yield as much as you like.

[ shiro would like to point out that keith is still making demands. fortunately, shiro does not point this out. instead, he holds keith’s gaze for two, three agonizingly long beats and then with exaggerated delicacy, places the pillow down on the bedding.

he pulls his hands back and then raises his eyebrows high, punctuating the silent, yet very expectant your turn. ]

[ keith watches as shiro goes through the motions with exaggerated emphasis. it's ridiculous enough that it takes a damn near miracle for keith not to laugh. maybe he would have, if he hadn't started pushing himself up to a sitting position before he's worked out what exactly the plan is.

why is there even a plan anyway? "i yield" is what shiro wanted to hear and keith promised to give him as much. but there's something about the expectant look on shiro's face that draws keith in close. closer, leaving a few scant inches between their faces when he casually bumps shiro's shoulder with his own. ]

I yield.

[ he huffs then, a little helpless in his amusement. ]

And I wanna enjoy your bed properly, but I have to take off my pants to take off the ridiculous boots. Annoying, huh?

[ 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.

[ keith follows shiro's gaze down to his thighs, but for once doesn't flush. clearly, the problem hasn't been communicated properly if shiro thinks leg being on view is the crux of the issue.

then again, perhaps there isn't an issue at all. keith still can't articulate to himself or anyone else what exactly him and shiro are doing here, but it's not nothing and in that tiny wedge of potential, maybe more glimpses of skin aren't unwarranted or unwanted. maybe it could even be nice to share glimpses without a gaggle of bathhouse women or lon sheremi and crew around? keith rolls his lower lip between his teeth for a beat, then manages a shy smile back. ]

Do you want some privacy? Or ...

[ keith doesn't finish the rest of the question, rather hoping the alternative spells itself out. ]

[ their naked teleportation adventure wasn’t all that long ago. in comparison, shucking off some shorts – and possibly his long sleeve if he’s feeling particularly bold – is easy. afterall, he doesn’t have much to hide anymore: no scars, no intimate bits. everything’s been on display, so – yes, easy.

taking off the clothes himself though, is a big step in itself. it means something, doesn’t it? does he want it to mean something? god, he’s backtracking by overthinking again. he focuses on that shy smile instead and allows it to lead him, his eyes never straying even as he shakes his head slowly. ]

No.

[ and he thinks he owes keith this: him standing up from the bed first, to be the one to unbutton and fiddle and start them down this way. he’ll be the one to put himself out there, for once; keith’s done it enough times already. so button undone and he turns, face keith even as he takes one, two backward steps from the bed, just to give himself more space. ]

I don’t mind if you peek. [ a beat and easy smile. ] Or do more than peek.

That's...

[ that's....?? don't ask keith what that in the span of seconds, keith's gone tongue tied again, eyes a little owlish as he watches shiro retreat from the bed. despite getting the green light to watch, it's hard to beat down months upon months of deliberately looking away out of respect. shiro's a lot of things to keith, and high among them is the idea that his best friend is off limits and unavailable.

they've been toeing that line of late, trading one or two chaste kisses and all, but boundaries that have been meticulously kept don't come down so easily, even with porn prison's constant wrecking ball tendencies.

his heart skips a beat as keith blinks hard and obviously as he watches shiro's fingers work to open up his shorts. only then does heat start creeping back up along his cheeks and ears as it occurs to keith that he probably shouldn't be a passive observer in peeking... and whatever "more" necessarily implies in this context. he stands, still looking a little dazed as he laughs nervously. ]

More?

[ the question is stupid. sounds even stupider ringing in his ears. keith flusters, looking down sharply at his yoga pants. there's nothing but elastic keeping them on his hips, so a sharp tug would have them down and his stupid jock strap and thigh highs would be on full display. slipping his thumbs under the waistband, keith hesitates a beat before pulling down slowly. ]

Edited 2022-07-16 04:35 (UTC)

[ shiro gets it. he’s been slow in pursuing and now that they’ve endured an awkward experience together involving suggestion and skimpy clothing, he’s suddenly pushing forward to explore the attraction between them…? yeah, okay, he’ll give it to keith: it’s inconsistent. shiro’s inconsistent. so shiro deserves that wide-eyed, almost disbelieving stare. he tries not to let it rattle him. it’s tempting though, to piggyback off keith’s awkwardness and dissolve into his own sheepish laughter. he forces down the urge, briefly pressing his lips together hard and twisting them together, before managing: ]

Yeah. [ now for a casual shrug of his shoulders. ] Like watch.

[ since shiro will, apparently, be the one peeking now. he does so, with his chin dipped down toward the working of his hands and his eyes up, watching keith’s thumbs hook at his waistband. ]

Or – that. You can do that.

[ strip. technically, he hasn’t been extended the same permission, though shiro is certain it is implied. still, he shies his gaze away and works through the unzip to push his fly open. there’s a glimpse of the black fabric of his boxer-briefs. their beloved costume designer found the tightness of his underwear to be adequate for the scene, so at least he got to keep something halfway decent on. unlike keith who had… to…

wait. didn’t judy say keith is wearing a –

he jerks his gaze to keith, seeing the pants already worked down enough to reveal thick bands over keith’s hips. ]

Oh. You’re still wearing, um… [ and, apparently, shiro will be upgrading from peeking to watching, a faint bit of color to his face. ]

[ watch. it's such an obvious next step, but an overactive imagination has definitely gotten the better of keith. delirious on possibilities like undressing each other and kissing, watching lands like a bucket of ice dumped over his head. nothing like reality for sobering. ]

Oh...

[ recovering quickly, but not quick enough to completely mask the disappointment, keith flushes harder -- more from embarrassment than with the knowledge that shiro is looking at him. he clears his throat, then pushes the pants down his thighs, wincing again at how small the fucking strip of fabric covering his dick looks when the red fabric peeks out over the top of his yoga pants. ]

...yeah, it's pretty bad, huh.

[ meaning he should stop stripping and excuse himself to change in the corner while shiro isn't looking. probably. ]

[ pretty bad, he says. pretty bad. huh. in that case, shiro needs to do a mental check of his facial expression. there’s a strain to his eyes, signaling that he hasn’t blinked in the usual, allotted time, just a touch too infatuated with what is unfolding before him to complete menial tasks. he’s pink, he can feel the heat holding in his cheeks. at least his mouth is closed, though, shit his damn teeth have caught the bottom lip. he makes sure to soften his mouth in the next beat, but altogether, he’s pretty sure he’s projecting quite the opposite of someone thinking pretty bad.

this is keith though. his obliviousness would be charming if it didn’t burden shiro with the necessity to spell things out. actually – fuck – it’s still charming, that keith can be so blind to his own attractiveness. shiro simply wishes this were easier. that it felt more natural. he thinks he could feel like that, eventually; they just need to push past a few hurdles and – ]

No.

[ it takes a beat, but he manages a smile, his gaze flicking up to check keith’s face. ]

Not bad.

[ and just because he’s a fantastic best friend, he’ll hurry up in his stripping, so keith isn’t the only one on display. granted, boxer-briefs are modest compared to a jockstrap, but shiro’s got the shorts down to his ankles and he’s stepping out of them. he laughs on the straighten up, folding the shorts over and in on themselves. ]

I can’t believe it’s red, though. [ he wants to keep looking, truthfully, but he keeps his gaze on keith’s face for now, voice teasing in hopes of easing the awkwardness. ] Should we call it fate?

...no?

[ fuck. keith grimaces the nanosecond after the repetition. apparently, this is where he is now -- cursed to repeat inanely while his pants are halfway down his thighs. kicking himself mentally, he peels one boot clad leg out of the first leg hole and only looks up again after the laugh.

really, it's less a voluntary glance up and one that's reactionary and chagrined. keith almost starts to protest, but the following tease is so ridiculous that he hiccups an involuntary laugh instead. ]

Shiro.

[ part incredulous, part tickled keith hisses the name as he gets his other leg out of his pants. truth be told, it's awkward to be standing here clad in boots, a tank top and even less than a speedo to cover up his privates. it's a look and a half, and keith doesn't have the confidence to pull it off with a strut and his head held high. his dick doesn't feel properly constrained and for that matter, the air on his bare asscheeks feels bizarre, but if there's comfort to be found here, it's in the instinct for retaliation. he kicks up his pants, grabs it by the leg and tosses it at shiro's face with a laugh. ]

Don't imply that I was destined to wear this, okay.

[ it is a look and a half, yeah, which is right on point with keith’s usual taste in fashion. shiro is doing considerably better. he’s got the long sleeve, boxer-briefs and normal, boring white socks. oh, and keith’s yoga pants caught on his shoulder. see, shiro tries for a duck but doesn’t quite make it, laughter immediately kicking up in his chest and spilling free as he pulls the ball of orange fabric off. ]

But maybe you were!

[ shorts in one hand, pants in the other, shiro balls up each as best he can and then does the very mature – and likely expected – move of throwing them back at keith. he huffs as he then, immediately, hops up on the bed, turning mid-hop to plop his bottom down on the edge. he bounces with the recoil of the mattress, barely pausing as he folds over his lap to reach for his feet. ]

Everyone knows red is your signature color.

[ no. in fact, not everyone knows that. but shiro’s grinning wide and tugging off his socks, tossing those, one after the other, at keith too for good measure. ]

[ oh. oh so they're definitively back to throwing things at each other, huh? keith laughs, managing to dodge the volley of pants and shorts with a well timed hop to the side, but stiletto heels being what they are, keith wobbles on the landing and twists around with another hop to keep himself from losing his balance completely.

too bad this means both socks hit him smack dab on the ass cheeks before bouncing off harmlessly. feeling sheepish once again, keith clears his throat, keith entertains the thought of tossing shiro's socks right back at him until he realizes that would entail bending over. faltering visibly, keith awkwardly swings himself back around to face shiro head on and tries not to look down at himself. ]

Because it's the best color. And it looks good on me.

[ ... wait. his brow pinches. ]

Uh... not this though.

[ at some point, the novelty of seeing keith’s ass will wear off. at some point, shiro will be able to receive a glimpse of two perfectly round ass cheeks and not almost swallow his tongue. today, they are not at that point. shiro makes a soft noise in his throat, part choking and part protesting, although a good portion of him does not, in fact, protest to any of this. he’s seen keith’s bare ass a few times now and oddly enough, the twin strips of fabric make this more obscene. he thinks, maybe, this is on par with keith stripped naked and bent over his bed. the underwear accentuates the curves and the size, giving each cheek a lift that makes them look plumper than he remembers.

and shiro remembers, frequently and in detail, especially when he’s alone in his cot, staring at the ceiling.

here, he doesn’t stare at the ceiling and he’s trying to convince himself to. instead, he drinks in the eyeful for as long as he’s able, up until the moment keith twists back around. shiro, remembering himself, lifts his gaze, though it’s slow with a dazed sort of quality. it takes him another moment, but he gets there eventually: keith is putting himself down.

sort of.

at the very least, he’s downplaying any affect he has here and shiro is tempted, as he always is, to revert back to the safety of their preestablished boundaries. don’t acknowledge the attraction, don’t spell it out for keith, don’t try – where has that gotten him these past weeks?

he draws in a breath and releases it slow, finding a softened smile as his lungs empty. he’s going to do this. he’s going to try. he wants to. ]

You look good, Keith.

[ he holds keith’s gaze and then deliberately lets it trail down, sweeping slow and approvingly from eyes to chest to hips to thighs. ]

The outfit is… what it is, but… [ and right back up the same way to find keith’s eyes. ] You’re hot. [ and just to be sure it’s spelled out enough for keith to understand: ] I think you’re hot.

[ for better or for worse, the admission makes keith burst into incredulous laughter. how could it not? there are times keith's thought maybe he could pass for looking cool. usually that involved having a sword in his hand and a space wolf at his side. wearing a white tank top, a red jock strap and thigh highs is the most awkward he's ever felt wearing clothes and this? this of all things is what prompts shiro to tell him he's hot?

keith laughs and laughs, clutching his stomach and wheezing for air with the widest grin on his face when he thinks he can finally hold eye contact without laughing all over again. ]

Sorry -- [ he's quick to clarify between little gasps for air. he coughs, then smiles so hard his cheeks ache. ] Heh. It's not you, it's just -- I feel really ridiculous.

[ maybe his sense of self awareness is broken considering he'll wear a midriff jacket and go go boots without so much as registering what's wrong with the outfit. keith sucks down a deep breath then lets it out with another laugh, softer this time and accompanied by a distinctly mischievous glint as giddiness dusts his cheeks pink. ]

Heh. So that's what you like? The scantily clad look?

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it's a new day and i am once again back to needlessly long tags.

you are back in your final form

i have de-evolved.

unforgiveable

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