earthshine | ⊚ noctium ic contact.

[ This poor shrub did nothing wrong, and Keith is unwittingly encouraging its demise. Oh well. Keith gets to his feet, eyeing the drop down from the roof back to the street below. ]

i don't know about that
you two are pretty close from what i can tell

[ ah fuck. that’s the only bit of warning shiro is allowed when a hoard of terrorizers round into his safe haven. there’s an uproar of hollering, heckling and screeching laughter.

it’s a bloodbath of red.

the wall behind shiro is splattered with powder. the murdered shrub is too. again, shiro breathes too much of it in and ends up coughing on it. he opens his eyes and feels… unbalanced. sweet, yet sour. warm on intent, yet steely cold from jealous disappointment.

he tightens his grip, the phone’s casing giving one ominous creak. ]

No. We aren’t. Anyone who knows me would realize I don’t share.

[ best... friends? there's more to it than that. clearly. shiro doesn't refute it in the moment, although he doesn't label it either. all he knows is keith and him belong together, as friends, as allies, as -- whatever. and whoever this usurper is, needs to gtfo. ]

[ Huh. Okay, that's new. "I don't share: is a pretty far cry from "It's none of my business" and the difference has even Keith, riding high on a whimsical mood as he is, staring at his phone for an extra beat. A light breeze sends an abandoned horn rolling into his ankle and he picks it up almost absent mindedly as he considers the shift in attitude.

Well. Can't say he dislikes it, so that's easy enough. Shiro's been a friend for lots of people, but of course Keith likes to think that what they have goes above and beyond that. A brother? Best friend? Neither of those things sit quite right, though he'll go word hunting later. Right now, there's a bit of tantalizing potential in this that Keith wants to prod at. ]

oh? you want to make me yours?

[ The more he mulls the words over, the more it seems to click neatly into place. He'll have to put a pin in that one. ]

[ it’s like an itch he can’t scratch. no, better yet, it’s like his skin is too tight and he can’t relax. the agitation builds and there isn’t an outlet to expend the energy that has his fingers flexing an’ his feet pacing. back an’ forth, he paces in that cut-out between shops and stares at the tiny screen until the next text comes through.

initially, his feet still and he pauses there, just long enough to drag his voice low on a displeased sound. a growl? if shiro had the capability to be embarrassed by himself, he surely would be, but instead, he’s too distracted on the venehement you’re already mine.

is he though? truly?

shiro picks up his pacing again. no, he’s not. shiro’s been confusing and their unbreakable team dynamic has suffered in the wake. no wonder keith’s gone searching outside their partnership for distraction, attention, companionship. hmph. apparently, shiro’s company isn’t fulfilling enough to sate keith’s baser instincts. ]

Yeah. You’re gonna be mine.

[ the focus of his jealousy twists and it becomes volatile under the strain of frustrated passion. he’s mad suddenly, not at the mysterious rival but at keith himself. how dare he be there when he should be here. ]

When I’m through with you, you’ll forget all about this other guy.

[ It ought to be hilarious that Shiro hasn't worked out who said "other guy" is yet, but the...threat? promise? both?? dilutes the amusement with a curious tingle that runs straight down Keith's spine. The day spent at Filia bubbles back up to surface as it occasionally does when Keith lets his thoughts drift too much at night when there aren't any other distractions around.

In some way, maybe this whole conversation is just following the natural entropy of their relationship. Put that way, it seems absurd to question it. Futile, even. Especially when he believes 100% that Shiro can and would make good on those words. ]

you think so?
i was gonna rendezvous with him at the apartment in a bit but maybe you should come back now so i can introduce you

[ there’s an inconsistency here. keith said shiro knew the other guy. now he’s saying he’ll introduce him? for one, brief shining moment of clarity, shiro pauses in all manners of the word -- feet stilled, mind quiet, emotions banked. but rendezvous with him at the apartment stands out and it buries logic under the far more potent urge to break something.

the device only just barely evades becoming collateral damage. the stone model of a robin sitting on the edge of a bird bath? not so lucky. it fits too easily in the palm of a galra, glowing hand. ]

Do you do that often?

[ he’s mad again. though, that implies he ever stopped being mad. hurt too; borderline betrayed. keith’s been saying for weeks that the apartment is as much shiro’s as it is his and yet-- ]

Bring guys back to our place?

[ Again, this line of questioning ought to be mortifying, except... Keith's finding it a little endearing. ]

all the time

[ He sends that off, then pockets his phone to take a few steps back and then do a running jump off the roof. Y'know. One of those maneuvers that Shiro might have described as "showing off" but what can Keith say? Who gives Keith powers and expects him to use them responsibly? He lets himself free fall for a beat, then another, before the magic kicks in and he lands on his feet as gentle as a feather. There's at least one native gem giving him the stink eye for the stunt on Shiro's behalf, but all Keith does is laugh and sends off a follow up message. ]

just the one guy though 😉

[ if shiro’d seen that showboating, he’d be turned on, even without the red.

but in other news, he’s stomping out of his refuge. actual stomping. he cuts off an older native as he finds his way back on the street, but has some semblance of manners left to say sorry. although, the gruff voice and the sour expression take away from any sincerity.

since when does keith bring a guy back? all the time? shiro isn’t gone that often. how has he not noticed? or crossed paths with him? ]

Must be a special guy.

[ shiro hates him already. ]

[ Huh. And here Keith thought that last message made it more obvious who he's actually talking about. Maybe Shiro's playing a game here or something?? Fishing for compliments?? Keith thinks that one over while heading back to their apartment. Being out and about is a hazard though, with so many folks celebrating with more of that powder. ]

he's the best part of my life

[ There. Have your compliment, you giant glutton. ]

[ oh.

… oh.

reading that has his steps slowing and suddenly, the apartment seems so far away. unattainable in the way that he mind goes what’s the point. three’s a crowd, right? and keith is, apparently, more than happy with his new dude. ]

So it’s serious.

[ the thought of it being more than some fuck around, booty call fun makes it sting so much worse. ]

[ See, this is where he'd be backpedaling and going oh shit because this would imply Shiro doesn't like that it could be serious. Horrifying. Absolutely horrifying.

Buuuuuut blue powder is powerful stuff and the reply just gets a raised eyebrow and a huffed laugh. ]

maybe. but i thought you were going to make me forget
just talking big then?

[ all of this comes down to one question: is it worth the fight? yes. of course yes. lying down, rolling over, and letting whoever this challenger is snatch his best friend away is unacceptable. it takes him a few moments to hype that earlier bravado back into existence, but soon, he’s double-timing his stride and beelining it back to the apartment.

he can’t be that great.

it can’t be that serious.

they’ve been here, what, six, seven weeks? people don’t fall head over heels that quickly -- right? ]

I’m on my way. See you in ten.

[ and even if they do, shiro still has his not just big talk shot to take. ]

[ Aha, that's the spirit! Despite looking a little smurfy right now, Keith is feeling pretty pleased with that fire he's lit under Shiro's ass. Maybe it's the fact that he, for once, looks like he's getting on with the program and celebrating like everyone else that's keeping mishchievous ruffians from throwing more powder at him on the way home or maybe that's just coincidence. Either way, Shiro gets another text that's completely oblivious to what he's done here. ]

ok see you soon then 🥰

[ It's not a race, but Keith makes it back to their apartment before Shiro does. Turns out Amethyst speed and the ability to fly over blocked crowds is pretty nifty. Nonetheless a Shiro in motion is no pushover and Keith only gets a few minutes in the bathroom attempting to get a comb through his hair when he hears the door opening. ]

That you, Shiro?

[ Not that anyone else has a key, but habit. ]

Edited 2021-03-12 01:52 (UTC)

[ so. about those crowds -- ten is bordering on sixteen by the time shiro climbs the stairs and gets open the door of keith’s apartment. steps in, nudges the door shut with a back pat of his foot and… great, he’s barely beyond the threshold and the annoyance is spiking. ]

Yeah.

[ thankfully, the call-back is brief enough that it can’t really carry his frustration into the other room. just -- what? who the hell else would it be? did keith have a key cut for his mystery man?

“maybe” serious his ass.

the apartment isn’t made for two people ( and certainly isn’t made for three, hmph ), so it doesn’t take any sort of guess work to figure out where keith is.

shiro’s an absolute mess; his head and hair are a complete mixture of red an’ green, with some streak marks across his eyes, his mouth where he’s clearly brushed his hand. neck, shoulders, upper torso are splattered as well, but the lower portion seemed to have fared much better. his emotions aren’t any less chaotic either. he’s frowning when he steps--barges into the bathroom, saddling up behind keith and eyeing him for one long moment in the reflection before-- ]

What are you doing with that?

[ some day, some way, he might be able to look back on this and find something funny in the absolute scandalous pitch of his voice. but right now, all he can process is: comb. the key was already a big deal, but keith detangling his rat’s nest for this guy coming over?

fuck, maybe shiro doesn’t stand a chance. ]

[ One moment Keith is frowning, fighting his way through a tangle, the next Shiro bursts into the bathroom looking like he's had a brawl with a watermelon. Keith has no right to laugh, considering his look ain't much better, but he blinks a little owlishly at the colorful intrusion. The weirdly hostile question only adds to his confusion, which is why his initial response is exceptionally well spoken. ]

Uh... [ No really, what. Expectation: a playful Shiro, Reality: whatever the fuck this is???? What is this even about? The comb??? That can't be right -- can it? He gestures at it tentatively, clearly expecting to be wrong: ] ... you mean this?

[ .... Wait, no. Rather than have a conversation with Shiro's reflection in the mirror, he twists a little to look behind him, free hand reaching up to brush a splattering of red powder off of Shiro's cheek. ]

Did something bad happen on the way home?

[ … though, on second thought, why is he so concerned about a comb? keith’s blue. meaning he’s not exactly cleaning up for this guy. and look at that, keith abandons whatever meager freshening he’s doing to instead look at shiro and touch shiro’s cheek. ha! shiro: 1. usurper: 0.

the attention settles the rattling in his skull and the aggression tempers. green still colors his emotions, just as red seeps in at the edges, but for the first time in a long while, shiro doesn’t feel like he’s on the brink of losing it. of losing keith, either.

he breathes deep and then exhales slow on a: ]

No.

[ there’s nothing remarkable about the bathroom. the make of it is small with one body, but with two standing inside, it’s cramped, especially when one of those bodies comes with shiro’s wide set of shoulders. it puts them closer to one another. he burns hotter then, knowing there’s so little space between them and thinking in the same breath, that it’s still too much. shoot his shot? he huffs on the reminder and steps forward. ]

Just -- people. Too many people.

[ galra metal goes to the countertop and grips at the lip, flesh hand hooking around keith’s waistline. palm presses to his lower belly and shiro takes another step. two. he bumps his pelvis to keith’s backside and settles in with a slight bend, the whole of him crowding into keith’s space. he drops his face into the mess of black an’ blue, nosing at his ear. ]

Made it harder to get back to you.

[ Whatever altercation has gotten Shiro in a stormy mood obviously hasn't let up, but Keith doesn't get long to dwell on it before Shiro takes a step closer and... oh, that's a hand at his waist and the rest of the space between them gone. Keith may have invited this, but starting off on a spike of confusion had made him think this was going in a very different direction. His breath catches as his heart skip flip skips on a beat. This isn't fair, he thinks, as a puff of warm air tickles his ear. Being wrapped up in Shiro's arms shouldn't be able to make him smile so easily and yet....

He puts the comb down on the counter, abandoning the attempt to make himself a little more presentable. The element of surprise has long gone by now, and if Shiro's reaction was anything to go by, it wasn't the good kind of surprise anyway. Even so Keith relaxes, head angled back with a grin. ]

Hey, you made it. That's all that matters.

[ His hand snakes up higher, grazing through the scrub of Shiro's hair until fingers affectionately card through that now red and green floof. Weird moods aside, Christmas has certainly come early, huh? ]

No more thinking about other people when it's just you and me.

[ yes, all that matters is that he’s here… specifically to remind keith that he doesn’t need anyone else. though, it seems like keith is the one doing the convincing here, because as fingers catch at his floof, shiro thinks this is it. this is all he needs. he’s weak for having his hair played with and he gives into the feeling easily. eyes slipping closed and head tilting to make keith’s reach that much easier, shiro smiles through the overwhelming sense of comfort…

only for it to sour on the next few words. he grunts and cracks open his eyes, glaring over keith’s shoulder at his own reflection. other people -- right. isn’t someone supposed to be showing up soon? to seduce keith away?

he tightens his arm and tucks keith in, full-body pressing as though that will cement the connection an’ fend off any attempt to separate them. ]

What about the other guy?

[ barbed with accusation, shiro’s voice drops low and his gaze shifts, staring down keith’s reflection instead. ]

[ Contentment is a good look on Shiro. Keith admires it, even if it's quick to dissipate in a flash of irritation. His hand stills at the accusation, eyes round with confusion at first, but that fades just as quickly.

Other guy? Pffft. Keith doesn't laugh, but his expression's gone mischievous as the pieces fall into place. This whole time Shiro never worked out Keith was talking about him? Incredible. He doesn't think he was being very subtle, but there's something kinda endearing about this. Something he should know better than to stick poke just that bit more, but he can't deny that he's liking just how tight Shiro's holding onto him. ]

Oh yeah. About that.... hold on.

[ Reluctantly, he takes his hand off the floof to twist around fully. It involves a pinch of grinding now that Shiro's taken the liberty of squeezing them together, but is anyone really complaining? Now facing Shiro properly, Keith's first act is to ... promptly ignore him and reach into his pocket. He pulls out his phone, and pulls up his texts with a playful smile.

If Shiro's looking at the screen, he'll get a preview of what Keith sends out. One way or another, there'll be a ping coming from his pocket along with the message: hey genius 🍆🍑]

[ … seriously, keith? this is not the time to start texting the boy toy. especially in the wake of a grind that has shiro’s stomach looping and toes curling. pay attention to me shiro thinks; only me. but the phone is already in keith’s hand. being forced to watch keith’s face light up on a smile, dumps a canister of fuel on shiro’s ire. pettiness urges him to snatch the phone, to maybe even crush it in a flash of purple light. he’s already murdered a shrub and a bird bath, why not add a phone to that list?

because it’s keith’s.

even annoyed as he is, he’s more bark than bite. he can’t actually bring himself to overstep that boundary and force keith to stop pursuing whatever with whoever.

ten seconds later, it doesn’t matter anyway. a familiar ping comes from his pocket and -- well, if this is the designated time for cells, guess it isn’t wrong of shiro to check his, yeah? he hesitates nonetheless, eyeing the almost self-satisfied look about keith. there’s something distinctly suspicious here but shiro fishes his cell out and opens the notification.

blink. squint. stare.

he drags his gaze up and finds keith’s. slowly, his expression collapses in on itself and he’s frowning then, looking lost, confused. ]

But you said…

[ what had keith said? shiro isn’t sure anymore. but the frown relaxes some, tentative hope seeping in. the line is familiar. it’s just like the first one -- the one that keith hadn’t meant to send to him. but this one he sent with intent and shiro’s beginning to suspect he may have misread the situation. ]

I’m babe?

[ The bewilderment is absolutely precious and Keith decides it's time to put both their phones away. He tugs at Shiro's device, prising it out of his hands and sets both of them on the counter behind him. They're irrelevant now, he's decided. Next, he reaches up to gently cup Shiro's face with both hands. He doesn't move any closer, just wanting to savor looking at Shiro this way. Close, tender, like the world is just the two of them.

A beat passes in silence as Keith carefully traces the bottom edge of the horizontal scarring on Shiro's face. It's the first time he's ever touched it, and maybe he ought to know better than to touch it now, but he does it holding eye contact throughout. No shying away, no flinching, just a warm smile and something of a hopeful expression to mirror Shiro's. ]

I like the sound of "mine" too.

[ keith cups his face and again, the loud rattling of turbulent thoughts abruptly quiets. he can breathe. he can think. actually, no, he takes that back -- he can’t do either. not when keith is looking at him like that. like he’s the beginning and end of his universe. ridiculous, shiro must be seeing things, because that can’t be right.

except, a thumb brushes at his scar, softening those thoughts until he’s preening under the attention. shiro’s never much liked the mark -- or any remnant reminder of his time in galra captivity. to this day, when he notices someone’s gaze drifting to it in the midst of a conversation, he hates it a little more. keith’s attentions are different though. they aren’t fueled by curiosity or pity. and they aren’t given as a juvenile ploy to soothe something that is forever damaged and unable to heal. instead, they’re almost reverent in their sweetness. kind and quietly accepting, because just as shiro adores all parts of keith, keith returns that affection tenfold. all in all, it makes him feel cherished. loved even.

he’s drowsy on the feeling. a slow, mildly distracted lowering of his lashes and -- oh?

he eyes that hopeful smile for an extended beat and then he tilts his chin, lips bumping against the the line of keith’s thumb, where it meets the beginnings of his palm. shiro doesn’t taste skin though. no. of course it’s worn leather. still, shiro presses his smile harder into that glove and makes a point to purse his lips for an unmistakable kiss. ]

In that case...

[ lashes still half-mast. lips still brushing black fabric. shiro’s palms settle on keith’s hips and holds him there. ]

Wanna make it official?

[ It wouldn't be the first time Keith has caught himself praying that Shiro can't actually feel the way his heart is pounding. It's stupidly loud in his own ears, and of course of all the times he'd be stuck in a small space with good acoustics, this really had to be it, huh? At least he isn't facing the mirror and can't see how he's practically melting over just the simplest touch of Shiro's lips to his hand.

Or glove, more accurately. Maybe he should never wear those again. The petulant thought hits Keith in a funny spot when compounded with the way his entire being feels so airy and light. Keith doesn't dare look away from Shiro's gaze, but he discreetly taps his boot on the ground just to make sure he isn't literally floating. Amethyst problems, you know? ]

I ... [ His voice comes out shaky, a little awed. Shiro's always been amazing -- radiant, even, but also always teetering just out of reach. All this time chasing after Shiro for one reason or another, trying to keep him safe, to keep him protected, to bring him back home ... is that where all of this was leading? ]

Of course I want that.

[ It doesn't take much thought to give that answer. One kiss and now he wants to be kissed everywhere else. He leans up onto the tips of his toes, on the verge of a nervous laugh. Shiro's lips are right there -- so... should he? What does he even know about kissing anyway.... ]

[ there’s only the steadying reassurance that he wants this, keith wants this, and they need to be together; when those three thoughts are the centerfold of his consciousness, then it becomes much easier to simply move and feel, rather than think. afterall, thinking is usually what gets him into trouble. he’s definitely never thought about this -- no. never thought for one second how keith would feel against him on a lean up or how much of a dip shiro would need to make to close the gap between their lips as they sway closer, closer.

he’s looking at his mouth. the thought spurs him to catch the swell of his bottom lip between his teeth as a smile slowly grows, spreads, and lopsides to dimple hard to one side. all shiro has to do is meet keith. he wants that; even knows there’s no way to prevent it, because keith throws himself in with abandon in every task he puts his mind to, so keith is going to get everything he wants out of him and that’s… something. see, shiro is much the same. when he’s in, he’s in one-hundred percent. and god, of course he wants to open keith up. to pry open those lips and taste his tongue until both their mouths are bruised and wet and smiling. but there’s that competitive side to him too -- to their friendship -- that even the headiness of compromised senses can’t completely quell. in fact, the fog in his mind twists it ‘round, making it darker on a burning desire to tease, to make keith wait. just until shiro positions him as he likes.

keith is already soft limbed and sweetly open enough to welcome him in, but shiro’s hands find his hamstrings to heft him up. he sets him on the counter’s edge and then brushes his palms to the inseam of those thighs to boldly push them wider, just to feel the ease in which keith’s body can move for him. then, he nudges his own thighs to the edge of the counter. ]

You want a lot of things.

[ shiro can tell. want his words, want his kisses, want his body -- maybe? yes. ] Me too. [ with the jealousy tempered, red burns hotter, churning on need for some sort of outlet. even pressed together like this doesn’t seem to be enough and so he crowds further into keith’s space, forehead nudging keith’s and nose nuzzling in. ]

Baby…

[ he coos and he sighs and he lifts his galra hand to cup the side of that pretty face, gently craning it back to arch that neck an’ have keith tipped fully for him. ]

Can I kiss you?

Edited (i glanced at it and saw a cap'd word. :|) 2021-03-14 02:11 (UTC)

[ Keith lets out a surprised sound as Shiro does the unexpected and hoists him up on the counter. Fuck -- he should've anticipated something like this, seeing how Shiro's all mercurial today, incensed one moment and tender the next. But the switch from exchanging gentle looks to force has Keith more breathless than anything. ]

Shiro....

[ The name comes out on an exhale, his voice languid as that hand comes to tease his thighs apart. Keith obliges without second thought, spreading his legs around Shiro and just as quickly locking his calves behind Shiro's ass to keep them pressed together. His lips part instinctively as Shiro presses in closer, a warm thrum skipping down his spine. And yet, there's still a spark of defiance in him that prompts him to grab a fistful of collar. ]

I just want one thing.

[ This isn't the time to be making pedantic corrections, but Keith has a point to make after that whole misunderstanding from earlier. He sucks in a deep breath, head tipping back. He'd never allow anyone else to do this to him. Spread his legs, expose his neck, tease a kiss -- he'll be damned if Shiro doesn't properly appreciate that. Or maybe he'll just be damned in general. He starts to arch up, intent on claiming those perfect lips hovering above his, but catches himself in the next beat.]

A shower. I want a shower.

[ Jesus. Keith lets go of the shirt immediately, scooting back on instinct. Unfortunately, the graceful maneuver ends with his ass plopping into the sink. ]

Ugh.

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this is shiro's 'game-on that dick is mine' face

i'm laughing.. shiro pls.....

abort, abort

I can't believe this

i can already see it. this comb thing is going to become a joke, just like the gills

you are entirely correct

GREAT. shiro's existence is pain.

just be glad keith won't be writing a song about it

... sigh. istg that song better not inspire a shiro fanclub.

shiro gunning for that harem

no no. the only play boy here is keith.

excuse you keith has never stripped and given a crowd wood

... this is why shiro needs a chaperone. why does keith leave him alone.

don't put shiho's bad behavior on keith now...