[ no, of course not. keith’s got a whole list of privileges he can take full advantage of at any given moment, but before shiro can do more than shake his head, keith’s stopping short of pulling himself in. ah, yes, the armor. shiro doesn’t mind, truth be told. he’ll deal with bulky armor hard pressed against him, that’s not an issue when it comes to snagging a hug or a lean from keith. though, keith stripping it off does confirm that the abandonment of that little rendezvous plan. so, on second thought? ]
Yeah, maybe. You’ll be more comfortable.
[ shiro will be too. he’s relaxing already, now that keith’s fiddling with the guards and loosening the chest plate. every one of them has done this routine so many times now; keith more so, considering he’s a good leap further in the timeline than shiro is. even so, it’s cumbersome to get all the pieces off. he wants to help but doesn’t take the initiative to simple add his hands to the mix. he’s mulling over asking but then the focus is turning to him instead and any thought of aiding keith in his strip down is derailed.
again, he’s reminded of how little they’ve spoken of the more intimate details of their lives. not that shiro was ever going to discuss his sex and romantic life with an underage cadet, who also happened to be his mentee, but it’s surprising, he thinks, that he hasn’t divulged much information now that they’re in a sex prison. he could’ve said something to keith. given him tips? encouragement? some camaraderie of assurance that shiro didn’t have it all together the first time or the first few times, really, either?
he wets his lips in thought, part of him as agitated as he always is any time he’s put on the spot to open up about something he didn’t choose to bring up. but keith’s fragile right now. recognizing that makes shiro’s resistance weak. ]
I liked him, but not like that. I mean, we didn’t date. [ in other words? a friend of some varying degree of importance. low, to be honest; he’d been a flight mate, but one he ultimately drifted away from after they graduated to junior officers and shiro’s career picked up.
he’s barely started and – well, forget about him asking, shiro moves without thinking. doing something with his hands makes talking easier, perhaps more so because his gaze is away from keith’s face. ]
It was during one of the Garrison’s hell weeks. You remember those? [ lots of exams, both written and practical. forget the exams themselves; just the stress of preparing for everything was sometimes enough to weed out the cadets. he helps loosen the upper portion of the arm guards and helps when needed when keith starts pulling his arms out of each. ]
Well, we decided to blow off some steam and…
[ he leaves the obvious unsaid and steps more centered in front of keith. the chest plate is loose and split down the line that starts underneath the armpit. it separates the plate not into two pieces but into a different form. collar wide, it just takes a lift over the head to get the armor piece off. it’s heavy and bulky, especially with the jetpack housing, so shiro helps him through the lift and ultimately keeps hold of the armor once keith is free.
turning away, he places the whole thing down at the foot of the bed. a huffed laugh later and shiro turns back around, only to seat himself down on the bed as well. keith can handle the belt and leg guards. ]
I remember being nervous. [ a smile. ] You may be shocked to hear this but I was, by no means, a natural. Neither was Craig for that matter. [ he looks down to his feet, tapping one out, voice gentling. ] But even with all the fumbling, it was – nice.
ok im assuming w the armor helpfulness, tell me if this isn't what you had in mind
Yeah, maybe. You’ll be more comfortable.
[ shiro will be too. he’s relaxing already, now that keith’s fiddling with the guards and loosening the chest plate. every one of them has done this routine so many times now; keith more so, considering he’s a good leap further in the timeline than shiro is. even so, it’s cumbersome to get all the pieces off. he wants to help but doesn’t take the initiative to simple add his hands to the mix. he’s mulling over asking but then the focus is turning to him instead and any thought of aiding keith in his strip down is derailed.
again, he’s reminded of how little they’ve spoken of the more intimate details of their lives. not that shiro was ever going to discuss his sex and romantic life with an underage cadet, who also happened to be his mentee, but it’s surprising, he thinks, that he hasn’t divulged much information now that they’re in a sex prison. he could’ve said something to keith. given him tips? encouragement? some camaraderie of assurance that shiro didn’t have it all together the first time or the first few times, really, either?
he wets his lips in thought, part of him as agitated as he always is any time he’s put on the spot to open up about something he didn’t choose to bring up. but keith’s fragile right now. recognizing that makes shiro’s resistance weak. ]
I liked him, but not like that. I mean, we didn’t date. [ in other words? a friend of some varying degree of importance. low, to be honest; he’d been a flight mate, but one he ultimately drifted away from after they graduated to junior officers and shiro’s career picked up.
he’s barely started and – well, forget about him asking, shiro moves without thinking. doing something with his hands makes talking easier, perhaps more so because his gaze is away from keith’s face. ]
It was during one of the Garrison’s hell weeks. You remember those? [ lots of exams, both written and practical. forget the exams themselves; just the stress of preparing for everything was sometimes enough to weed out the cadets. he helps loosen the upper portion of the arm guards and helps when needed when keith starts pulling his arms out of each. ]
Well, we decided to blow off some steam and…
[ he leaves the obvious unsaid and steps more centered in front of keith. the chest plate is loose and split down the line that starts underneath the armpit. it separates the plate not into two pieces but into a different form. collar wide, it just takes a lift over the head to get the armor piece off. it’s heavy and bulky, especially with the jetpack housing, so shiro helps him through the lift and ultimately keeps hold of the armor once keith is free.
turning away, he places the whole thing down at the foot of the bed. a huffed laugh later and shiro turns back around, only to seat himself down on the bed as well. keith can handle the belt and leg guards. ]
I remember being nervous. [ a smile. ] You may be shocked to hear this but I was, by no means, a natural. Neither was Craig for that matter. [ he looks down to his feet, tapping one out, voice gentling. ] But even with all the fumbling, it was – nice.