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[ by the time shiro responds, keith has finally wriggled back out from under the covers. ]

ok
i realize it's pretty stupid to ask you to hold me while i sleep because i won't exactly be thrilling company or anything and you could be doing other things

[ he's asking anyway? ]

i just sleep better when you're there
so you know.

[ and after a ten second delay: ]

and i think after feeling so melded to you?
it feels weird being alone

[ shiro’s phone keeps pinging in his pocket. it’s difficult not to stop right there in the aisle ( again ) and fire off some texts, but he’s determined to get to the lozenges before he checks. if he doesn’t set tiny goals like this for himself, he’ll end up spending an hour at cvs, texting.

lozenges plucked off the shelf, shiro then checks his phone. ]

You think I’d say no to that?
Of course I’ll hold you while you sleep.
No convincing required.

[ he smiles to himself. keith isn’t the only one who feels a little off not having a certain someone within holding distance.

… besides: ]

And you’re plenty thrilling when you’re sleeping.
Specifically when you’re dreaming about me.
😉

[ ...ah, good thing shiro isn't actually present to witness the flush blooming across keith's face. he doesn't hide back under the covers this time, if only because as ridiculous as the dream had been, there's an aspect of it that keith genuinely doesn't know how to feel about.

or well, he doesn't now that his head isn't as fogged up with venom. but with shiro in high spirits, why would he ever bring up the rows upon rows of sleeping clones at the facility? especially when it doesn't seem likely that any of them would survive. ]

heh.
i was actually really excited you were the mothman y'know
then SOMEONE had to go and make it all raunchy

[ down another aisle now. deodorant: keith smells perfect. anti wrinkle cream: keith looks perfect. sunscreen: keith is perfectly content in their bed. ah, yes, here. lotion.

… uh. so what kind of lotion does keith want to have slathered on his dick and bum? ]

It’s pretty obvious you were ‘really excited.’
I must’ve looked good as mothman.

[ and wasn’t there something about raining and umbrellas with shiros attached? don’t mind this large dorito man as he snickers in front of the rows of lotion. ]

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. ]

but you look good in a lot of things

[ 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 –

gembanking
account: takashi shirogane
> confirm 18.57 ❡ purchase

– and then grabs his bag of items, quickly leaving the cvs. ]

[ 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: ]

Met a neighbor.
I think I was just propositioned.

[ aaaaanf that lazy, contented feeling of almost arousal? gone. ]

what? WHY
did you tell them to fuck off

[ … maybe telling keith was a bad move.

… too late now.
~~also what do you mean why, keith? have you seen shiro??~~ ]

He heard us.
Told him I have a boyfriend.

Edited (oh oops, i put 3/3 when i meant 1/3 LOL) 2022-04-01 23:16 (UTC)

It didn’t matter to him.
Said I could have two.

He thinks the marathoning sex is normal.

[ shiro's living a lie. ]

[ 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. ]

Jericho?
Apparently we’ve met before but I couldn't remember.

[ shiro will not be mentioning how he glances over his shoulder, making sure his wannabe boyfriend isn't following him. ]

[ not that it even matters – because he called him mr. 51.
he knows his apartment.
he knows where to find him. ]

Sorry.
It’s not a big deal.
Just caught me off guard.

[ jericho. the name has been noted and this maybe neighbor of theirs better watch their step because one of keith's fists has his name on it.

okay, not seriously, but keith just lets out a deep sigh. ]

guess i did inadvertently advertise for you
why is it always the j's that are clueless idiots anyway

[ it’s a conspiracy, keith.
the j’s are congregating. to what purpose, no one knows. ]

Dunno.
Must be something about that part of the alphabet.

[ wait. ]

[ that was a shitty joke at lance’s expense, just to shittily change the focus from this shitty topic.

kind of forgot there’s a certain letter between j and l. ]

You’re really smart, baby.

[ wow what a recovery. ]

[ 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?

thanks? ]

uh huh

[ 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. ]

Anyway.
I’m almost home. One street over.

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