[ keith’s caught up some in the size department. height, muscle mass, air of authority -- all good and all checkpoints on a list shiro didn’t realize he had. still, keith may be big… but shiro is bigger. so it’s funny; that keith is bullying him around and actually succeeding at it. there’s an evade, then a kneecap bumping his ass and shiro laughs softly along...
until the good-humor putters out on the next breath. he pauses, physically, mentally; he takes stock of what he’s looking at. from the showerhead to the assorted bottles to the few feet of standing room in the tub… and then he looks down at the shirt still balled in his right hand. slowly, his brows draw down and he’s not quite glaring but he’s getting closer with every second he’s allowed for a suspicion to grow in his head.
when you’ve been good. i want you clean. you can do that.
he thinks then of how keith hasn’t been making any indication of wanting to undress himself. a glance over his shoulder confirms it. keith said he wanted a shower, didn’t he? this is his idea. though -- maybe it isn’t? now, shiro thinks of how uncertain keith had been when shiro said we.
i to we to you… -- maybe this isn’t about being together. maybe this started off with keith wanting to get away from shiro.
it doesn’t make sense, not when he considers how easily keith’s body molded to his, but that’s the problem -- shiro isn’t thinking about that. no. instead, he’s feeling green and far less charitable as his mind refocuses on that supposed usurper. keith said...! but what if he was lying. maybe there is a guy. and keith needs shiro occupied so he can go be with him. ]
You’re coming too.
[ slowly, he turns around to face keith and he drops his shirt, subtly squaring his shoulders an’ ramrodding his posture, just so he can stare down at keith with a little more force. ]
five hours later: hello? keith? you’re coming back right????
until the good-humor putters out on the next breath. he pauses, physically, mentally; he takes stock of what he’s looking at. from the showerhead to the assorted bottles to the few feet of standing room in the tub… and then he looks down at the shirt still balled in his right hand. slowly, his brows draw down and he’s not quite glaring but he’s getting closer with every second he’s allowed for a suspicion to grow in his head.
when you’ve been good. i want you clean. you can do that.
he thinks then of how keith hasn’t been making any indication of wanting to undress himself. a glance over his shoulder confirms it. keith said he wanted a shower, didn’t he? this is his idea. though -- maybe it isn’t? now, shiro thinks of how uncertain keith had been when shiro said we.
i to we to you… -- maybe this isn’t about being together. maybe this started off with keith wanting to get away from shiro.
it doesn’t make sense, not when he considers how easily keith’s body molded to his, but that’s the problem -- shiro isn’t thinking about that. no. instead, he’s feeling green and far less charitable as his mind refocuses on that supposed usurper. keith said...! but what if he was lying. maybe there is a guy. and keith needs shiro occupied so he can go be with him. ]
You’re coming too.
[ slowly, he turns around to face keith and he drops his shirt, subtly squaring his shoulders an’ ramrodding his posture, just so he can stare down at keith with a little more force. ]
Why are you still dressed?