of course i was excited you were the mothman the mothman is my favorite cryptid
[ it's kind of like combining your two favorite things into one and finding out the combination is just as amazing as they are individually. but there is a pinch of awareness sinking in that it is probably super nerdy to have a favorite cryptid so, ahem. ]
[ a lot is lost in text, often leading to misinterpretations and misunderstandings. shiro distinctly remembers a long ago text about an eclair that went somewhere else entirely. but here, shiro doesn’t mind that keith has seemingly missed the tease. ]
Thanks baby. It makes me feel good to know you think that.
[ btw, he’ll be going with a bottle of aloe vera gel and this. seems appropriate.
starts heading toward the front of the cvs, tapping out with one hand: ]
I’m about to check-out and then I’ll be home to make you feel good too.
[ it's... fuck. it's weird. the past couple of days have passed in a haze of tenderness and utter filth, and you'd think that with his body chafed and sore that he would be satiated. to a degree he is, but that familiar uptick of fondness comes with a lil jerk of his anticipatory twitch of his cock.
kind of embarrassing, really. keith doesn't bother palming himself because trial and error has taught him it's sore to touch, but ... soon. maybe. ]
good. you should always feel good about yourself. and ok you'll massage my back and thighs, when you're done investigating, yeah?
[ it takes shiro a few minutes to get back to keith. why? because there is no line. shiro rounds out of the aisle and locks eyes with the cashier standing at the check-out, seemingly waiting for him. delighted at the prospect of getting home to keith that much faster, shiro is all smiles as he sets his three items down on the counter, already thumbing through his device to pull up his gembanking information. the buzz of one, two, three incoming texts is a distraction, one that is immensely difficult to resist. but – he doesn’t want to be one of those people, who fiddle with their phones and keep a worker waiting. so he swipes the notifs away and finishes accessing his account to get the scannable qr code.
he runs the scan right off the bat:
gembanking account: takashi shirogane ]
Mr. 51, right?
[ shiro blinks and looks up from his phone. ]
What?
[ the cashier – Jericho by his nametag – scans the lozenges, barely taking his eyes off shiro as he does so. ]
Emerald District. Apartment 51. The loud one.
[ … oh shit. ] Uh… [ the aloe vera is scanned next, the beep of the machine jogging shiro’s brain and leading him into a quick shake of his head, as well as a perplexed frown. ] I’m sorry… but who are you?
[ now that shiro is looking, he does have a faint sense of familiarity. he’s seen him before…? for some reason, shiro is thinking… mailboxes…?
– oh fuck. is this one of his neighbors? ]
Jericho. Guess I didn’t make an impression before. [ that easy grin doesn’t budge though; if anything, it becomes slyer for that final scan of the ball balm. he drops it in the bag and upon finalizing the checkout, then leans on the counter, arms folded and ass stuck out.
okay. this is… going somewhere. ]
If you give me a chance, I promise I’ll make a big impression that lasts and lasts…
[ yup. definitely went somewhere. predictably, shiro is unprepared for a show of blatant interest. so without further ado, a scandalized flush dusts shiro’s cheeks and reddens the worst at his ears, mouth working for one, two flops before managing a firm: ]
I have a boyfriend.
[ without skipping a beat: ] So? Sounded like you have enough stamina for two.
I –
[ and that gaze drops down to shiro’s crotch. ] Heard how huge your dic–
I have a boyfriend! [ again firm, but this time it’s an octave higher with a huffy, yet pinkened expression to match. shiro jams his finger onto the scan pad –
[ so yes, it’s hitting somewhere around five minutes, before shiro opens the text convo, not even reading the previous texts before sending out a rushed: ]
[ there are interesting layers to these texts that keith would probably have a better chance of teasing apart if he weren't stuck on lizard brained reflexes to keep interlopers away from his boyfriend.
maybe eventually he'll get there but for now. ]
not for him it's not who is he
[ growling practically audible through text, yes. ]
[ honestly this hadn't even registered as a potential slight against him, until the tacked on addendum and it makes keith narrow his eyes. is he offended? no. but how exactly is he meant to respond to this?
[ okay. so a great deal is lost in text but shiro can just about hear the wtf behind that. more than that, if that’s the best keith can formulate when he's given time to think, then shiro’s clearly made some kind of error.
sighing, he hurries along, their apartment building coming into view. ]
[ time: 7:44 pm location: also the estancia hotel. what a curious coincidence. reason: to help break someone out of their dick agnst.
no, but seriously. what had started out as a bit of playful teasing and amused 'oooh'ing over his boy's tales of a rogue rider has ballooned a little out of control. keith knows it's only a matter of time before shiro finally figures the whole situation out and he wants to at least end the narrative on his terms. and possibly with a bang... in many sense of the word.
he's prepared this well in advance, making sure to book the fanciest suite at the hotel and escape the garage by using the elevator that only guests with hotel rooms can access. from there? he's instructed the hotel staff to wait for a certain officer shirogane to appear in the lobby. wait a few minutes to give keith a couple minutes to make a few preparations before finally approaching him with a key card and a typed out note yhat reads penthouse suite.
any minute now, phase 2 of the plan will be put into motion and keith is equal parts nervous and excited.
and also distracted from running a hot bath with bubbles because of a ping.
[ shiro fears he’s been outwitted again. he found the bike, but not the rider. he found the elevator too, but his badge only overrides people, not tech and machinery. so. he treks to the front of the hotel, pushes through the spinning door entrance, and walks into a ridiculously grand lobby. shiro isn’t one to get caught up in ritz, glitz, and glam, but wow, it probably costs an arm and a leg just to breathe in here.
shiro doesn't have another arm to spare either, heh.
he looks nice in his uniform, he knows. keith says so. but he’s also winding down his shift, so his floof isn’t so floofy, and he smells a little less cucumber melon body wash and a lot more man.
he’s too busy scanning the room to feel awkward though. not behind the potted plants, nowhere near the pillars, not at the reception desk – there isn’t a dark clad, leather wrapped criminal anywhere in sight. frowning, he steps further inside, eyeballing every luxuriously dressed individual as a potential suspect.
time: 7:49 pm. shiro finally checks that long ago ping. ]
Followed him to the Estancia Hotel Bet he thinks he can lose me by hiding out in one of the rooms Little does he know I’ll camp all night by his bike if I have to
[ the water collecting in the tub is scalding hot, but that's ok. shiro isn't due to show up for a few more minutes and by the time he gets here the water should be just right. how much bubble bath is required for the perfect bath though? that's the question keith is mentally debating before he just decides to dump the entire bottle in the running water. if it ends up making a giant mess, well... it won't be keith's responsibility to clean it up.
before keith can decide what to do, several more pings are incoming. he turns off the taps, wipes his hands on the fluffy towel and ignores the bubbling disaster. ]
wow that's some dedication hopefully whoever Mystery Rider is, hope they don't just ditch the bike there and walk out in plainclothes cuz then i might never see you again
[ a quick glance up to the right corner of his phone screen aaand 7:50pm. ah fuck, definitely not enough time to fix this bath situation. he's got maybe about a minute before the bellhop named julius is due to handover shiro's goodies and there's still the matter of setting up the candles by the bed.
listen, he'd read something about candles setting up a romantic atmosphere or whatever and he wants to at least get some of this right. ]
[ he should’ve snapped a picture of the bike with his phone. he has footage captured on his dashcam and he may or may not have gone against policy in the last year to periodically screenshot still images from his many run-ins with the mystery rider, to take home and show keith. those screencaps never do the bike justice. ]
No way he’s ditching that bike It’s too gorgeous
[ maybe when he ends up staking out the bike tonight, he’ll take a proper picture and send it to keith so he can fully grasp how sleek, how beautifully constructed that bike is. though, considering there isn’t a hint of red on it, shiro doubts keith will appreciate it as much as shiro does. ]
Either way, he’s not getting by me I have a pretty good idea of his height and build. I can spot him if he tries to walk past me incognito
[ … if only he knew. speaking of people trying to walk past him – there still isn’t anyone, but there is a man walking to him. he has a shiny, gold-plated nametag that reads julius and an equally bright smile as he extends a keycard, as well as a note.
penthouse suite
shiro frowns. ]
Who gave this to you? [ he already feels the beginning threads of distress. because it’s pretty obvious it has to be – ]
Your mystery rider, Monsieur. [ and he winks. why the fuck does he wink? julius bows – where is he, truly – and turns away to go attend to other clients. forcibly ignoring the uneasy feeling inside him for the time being, he slowly turns his attention to the reception desk. mystery rider, right. he won’t be a mystery much longer. ]
[ so that momentary distress over the bathtub situation? gone. keith outright snorts after reading this latest text and has to recompose himself before attempting to light the candle wick. the candle is set up by the bedside table so at the very least it doesn't feel like a fire hazard, but he's still not sold on whether or not it's creating a mood.
too late to second guess all this now, though. by now, julius must've handed off the card key and message, meaning keith ought to be slapping Mystery Rider's helmet back on and standing dramatically by the windows overlooking the view of Sumarlok. ]
right so what do you think the guy looks like under the helmet?
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