[ they’ve reached closure of some sort. the matter seems settled, yet at the same time, not settled at all. it nags at shiro: the knowledge that the happiness found through their friendship is elusive enough that once they manage to capture it, they have to tap out before ruining it. he studies keith’s smile while he drums at his collarbone, wanting to argue that no, it isn’t like that. that his happiness with keith isn’t some fleeting, fragile thing. but –
i’m a difficult case.
right. that’s what shiro said. and it’s true. he is difficult. even now, he’s fighting against the peace offering, wanting to make things better while running the risk of making them worse. it’s fuck-knows o’clock and shiro’s dragged an exhausted keith through enough verbal spars tonight. maybe it’s time he stop agonizing over the details and yield. ]
Yeah. Okay.
[ he smiles in answer, hoping it makes up for the less than stellar response. he doesn’t remove his arm and he doesn’t scoot back. the line of keith’s spine is easy to find when he’s wrapped up in a skintight bodysuit; shiro’s fingers flutter against it, tracing up and down in a few inch span. he draws in a deep breath and closes his eyes on the exhale. ]
Are you comfortable like this? [ after it’s asked, he mentally rolls his eyes at himself. it’s another set-up for a back and forth. they already discussed this. except, that ended with shiro facing away, not chest to chest, faces close and shiro’s arm laying heavy over keith to anchor him in. to get ahead of the question he knows will be coming, he abruptly tacks on: ] I’m comfortable like this.
no subject
i’m a difficult case.
right. that’s what shiro said. and it’s true. he is difficult. even now, he’s fighting against the peace offering, wanting to make things better while running the risk of making them worse. it’s fuck-knows o’clock and shiro’s dragged an exhausted keith through enough verbal spars tonight. maybe it’s time he stop agonizing over the details and yield. ]
Yeah. Okay.
[ he smiles in answer, hoping it makes up for the less than stellar response. he doesn’t remove his arm and he doesn’t scoot back. the line of keith’s spine is easy to find when he’s wrapped up in a skintight bodysuit; shiro’s fingers flutter against it, tracing up and down in a few inch span. he draws in a deep breath and closes his eyes on the exhale. ]
Are you comfortable like this? [ after it’s asked, he mentally rolls his eyes at himself. it’s another set-up for a back and forth. they already discussed this. except, that ended with shiro facing away, not chest to chest, faces close and shiro’s arm laying heavy over keith to anchor him in. to get ahead of the question he knows will be coming, he abruptly tacks on: ] I’m comfortable like this.