so while you're here in my arms

[bde]

[ Shiro is not sneaking off base to get laid.

That's a fact that might not be immediately apparent from the way he's dressed – best jeans, leather jacket, shirt that's really testing the boundaries between snug and too small – but it's true. Aside from the fact that he's completely horrible at one night stands (he's never even kissed anyone he didn't think he was at least a little in love with, if only in the moment of that kiss) it's not what he's looking for right now. He's come out the other side of a flare-up that left him all but bedridden, and he's fine now – back to regular duties, in fine enough form to be on the team heading out to scout new applicants in a week or so – but he desperately needs to have some fun. To feel as young as he is, instead of like a feeble old man. And there's not much that encapsulates reckless youth more than sneaking out to party.

He knows the Garrison grounds well enough to get off them undetected. He's got his own hoverbike, which means he doesn't have to borrow Garrison property to get out to the city, hits up a different club to the one anybody who actually has a pass is likely to be in. And then it's – it's easy. One drink, because there's a difference between being cheeky and being stupid and he's still got to ride back to base, and it's easy to talk to people. A girl asks him to dance after he uses his greater height to get attention at the bar where she's being ignored, and when she holds up one finger and sternly says “just a dance, I'm not going to sleep with you”, that's easy too. There's a point at which she tugs him down to peck his cheek and announce that she's going back to her friends now, but by that point he's feeling it enough to wish her well and just keep dancing on his own.

Gotta do it while he can, right? ]

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[feralistic]

[ considering that this latest mishap was a team effort between allura and pidge? keith considers himself lucky that the worst thing that happened to him was this impromptu trip to the past.

it's an added bonus that he knows exactly where he is -- he spent enough of his life here to recognize the little town just outside of the garrison, the perfect spot for cadets to sneak off base for a little fun. in his future, sendak's occupation had ended up leveling most of it, and so there's something sweetly nostalgic to see the old places he remembers. the greasy dive where shiro used to take him for burgers after they'd race hoverbikes. the corner store where he used to stock up on food and necessities when he was living in the desert shack.

... and a club that keith has only heard about in stories, laughing recollections of shiro's wilder days. he's never been one for this kind of scene -- too many people, too much noise, and all of it packed tightly into a space where there's no room to breathe -- but it's the slim chance of who he might bump into that prompts his curiosity, has him slipping into the darkness and the music inside.

he's always been drawn to shiro, a smaller planet caught in the orbit of a much brighter sun, and maybe that's why it takes keith no time at all to find him here. it almost makes his chest ache to see shiro like this -- dark hair, no scar, and so young that keith has to stifle the desperate urge to shield him from everything that's coming. and he knows just enough about time travel (mostly thanks to shiro's love of cheesy sci-fi) to know that any kind of contact is dangerous, but... when it comes to shiro, keith has never been able to help himself. so he slides through the crowd, working his way towards shiro so casually that he hopes it'll go unnoticed. he doesn't need to talk to him, he just... wants to be closer. to watch, to see, because this is a shiro that it feels like keith wasn't given nearly enough time to get to know.

he's aware enough of the room to know that he's attracting interest here and there, but there's only one person here that keith has eyes for. so he sidesteps the occasional attempt to dance, putting space between himself and the wayward hands that try to find him amidst the press of bodies. and that's actually his undoing -- he's trying to put a few people in between himself and someone particularly persistent, briefly losing his bearings on shiro in his effort to dissolve back into the faceless crowd. and with his attention elsewhere, he ends up shouldering hard against someone else, forced to catch himself with a hand against the other man's chest to keep from stumbling.

this is why he hates places like this. ]

Sorry, I --

[ turning, mouth still shaped around the apology, when he realizes it was shiro he'd just stumbled into. it isn't even a surprise, not after the course of the rest of keith's life; he's always been helpless against the pull of shiro's gravity, past or present. ]

[bde]

[ Honestly, Shiro had just about been ready to get some water and head on home. But this?

It's not like he would have reacted poorly to someone bumping into him anyway - can't be avoided, in a place like this, and no matter what other misbehavior Shiro might be up to starting a bar brawl isn't on the list - but this collision is enough to make Shiro's night. The man with a hand on his chest is fucking gorgeous. High cheekbones and eyes like Shiro's never seen surrounded by a mess of dark hair that's begging to have fingers sunk into it, and the kind of narrow but tightly-muscled body that makes Shiro wonder if the guy's a gymnast or something.

It's the reflex of wanting to stop someone from falling that has Shiro's hand going to the man's hip, but it's pure stunned attraction that means he doesn't think to move it. He still manages a smile though, wide and bright. ]

Don't be sorry. Hell, you can do it again if you like.

[feralistic]

[ it's such a shiro line that keith can't help but laugh, ducking his head in a useless attempt to hide it. and hell, this much of an encounter hasn't made either one of them disappear into a burst of timeline-altered cosmic dust, so...

fuck it.

he steps a little closer, telling himself it's mostly just so that shiro can hear him over the driving beat of the music. ] Yeah? When people say they come to a place like this to get hit on, that's usually not what they're talking about.

[bde]

He laughed! Shiro saw! He laughed, and he moved closer, and he hasn't voiced any objections to the hand Shiro still has on his hip. Shiro doesn't know whether those are actual positive signs or he's just kidding himself because this is the most beautiful man he's ever seen, but hey. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right? ]

It'd be a shame to waste the usual moves on someone so unusually hot. Maybe I can still buy you a drink, though? Make sure you're having a well-rounded experience.

[feralistic]

[ it's stupid to be so thrilled that the younger version of your own damn husband is attracted to you, but. keith remembers how greedy he'd been for shiro's attention when they were both younger, and there's something about getting it so enthusiastically now that he can't help but preen at. ]

I thought we were staying away from the usual stuff? [ and he takes the fact that shiro still has a hand on his hip as permission enough to move even closer, splaying a hand across the other man's chest and letting his grin sharpen. ] Don't disappoint me now.

[bde]

[ Oh, shit.

The splay of that hand, that curl of knife-edge smile - it's what Shiro was hoping for, sure, but it's also enough to tell him he's way out of his depth. Still, for a guy like this? He'll learn to swim or drown trying. He lets his other hand settle on the narrow dip of the other man's waist, darts the tip of his tongue over his lip, and takes the plunge. ]

But you only have my word for it that I don't usually ask men I've just met to take me home and fuck me though the mattress.

[feralistic]

[ ... ah.

if that come-on didn't have the power to turn keith on so fast that he's left a little dizzy, he'd probably think it was hilarious (in retrospect) that his younger self had ever seen shiro as an infallible good boy.

then again, if keith's younger self was here, he'd probably be attempting to stab keith for being this tempted to sully shiro's honor, so. ]

You're right. [ he uses his free hand to cup shiro's cheek, running his thumb over the other man's lower lip. ] And since you're obviously not a good boy, can I really trust you?

[bde]

[ Oh

oh wow

Shiro's eyes fall closed for a moment as that hand cups his cheek, and he can't help parting his lips at the brush of a thumb against his mouth. Those actions are involuntary; the slow way he opens his eyes and lets the desire in him shine through his gaze is calculated. ]

You're right. I'm not. But you make me want to be. I'd be a good boy, for you.

[feralistic]

I bet you would.

[ it's almost breathless; his attraction to shiro is magnetic and helpless, and he knows all of the signals shiro is sending him like the back of his hand. he knows the exact way shiro looks at him when he wants to be kissed, he knows the listen to the little hitch in shiro's breathing that means he's turned on.

it's so hard not to give him what he wants, so hard not to play the role shiro wants him to. ]

But what if I'm not into good boys?

[bde]

[ By this stage, common sense should be telling Shiro he's making a mistake. This guy is too perfect; he's got Shiro on the hook and is reeling him expertly. But Shiro?

Shiro can't even start to make himself care. Right now, there's nothing he wants more than to be used by this guy. So he smiles again, lets it go cheeky and sly. ]

I haven't even asked your name yet. That's gotta get me some points, right?

[feralistic]

Maybe.

[ and then he drops his hand away from shiro's cheek and steps back, doing a quick scan of the room before he spots a dark hallway leading off the dance floor. hopefully he's not the only one with this brilliant plan; there's no way he can let shiro try to drag him back to the garrison and risk getting himself spotted by who-knows-who.

so he steps away from shiro, slipping back into the crowd and starting to work his way towards his target, only pausing long enough to flash his best come-hither grin over his shoulder. ]

[bde]

[ The most gorgeous man Shiro's ever sen drops his hand from Shiro's cheek and starts to walk away, and Shiro's heart plummets. It's stupid - like he said, he doesn't even know this guy's name - but there's just something about him, some pull that Shiro feels in a place deeper than the obvious and he feels the loss of that harder than he has any reason to.

Of course, then there's that grin of invitation, and Shiro goes from rooted to the spot in pure disappointment to trailing after the handsome stranger like an excited puppy, like a balloon on a string. ]

[feralistic]

[ god, it's intoxicating. shiro follows after him so eagerly, like he's blind to anything in this place that isn't keith, and it's ridiculous (and narcissistic) that it turns him on this much. but there had been a part of him that felt invisible to shiro at this age -- not that shiro didn't look at him, not that shiro wasn't wonderful and kind enough to see potential in keith that no one else bothered looking for, but. shiro never looked at him like this, like he wanted him, and there had been a want in keith that ached for it.

and even besides that, shiro is so boyishly handsome like this that keith can hardly help himself, so.

he barely even waits for shiro to trail him into the hallway before he presses the other man up against the nearest wall, using his body to pin him there as he seals their mouths into a hungry kiss. ]

[bde]

[ It's incredible. The wall against his back and this gorgeous man pressed to his front, caging him in, and despite the fact that Shiro's taller and just a little broader, it feels like he's trapped there, like he's not getting away unless he's allowed to. And since he doesn't remotely want to get away, that sensation is electrifying. There's a moment where he just melts under the heat of that kiss, a little sound curling out of him as he goes soft and pliant - and then he's kissing back with all the force he can muster, all the want he feels, reaching up to bury his fingers in that dark hair. ]

[feralistic]

[ keith hums against shiro's mouth at the feeling of the other man tangling his fingers into keith's hair, sneaking his hands underneath that jacket to skim his fingers up along shiro's chest.

god, shiro deserves so much more than this. he deserves to be courted, to be laid out in the softest, plushest bed of the most luxe hotel room suite that keith can afford. he deserves hours where keith can take him apart with his fingers and his mouth and his tongue before he ever gives into what (he knows) shiro will be begging him for the whole time. and then he deserves to have keith make love to him, tenderly and sweetly, vigorously and passionately.

... but keith knows this little town well enough to know that its sole motel is hardly better than their current spot, and he's not exactly sure how much time this wormhole is going to give him. so he'll work with what he's got.

he breaks from the kiss to mouth a hot line down shiro's jaw and then his throat, sucking a bruise into the tender skin there. ] You really are a bad boy. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to follow strangers?

[ and then he works a thigh between shiro's legs, rocking it up into him. ]

[bde]

[ God, this is unfair.

His handsome stranger seems to know just how to touch him, the movement of his mouth heating Shiro's blood in his veins, making him bite down on a whimper as he feels what he knows is going to leave a mark. Than then, of course, there's that press, and Shiro can't help grinding against it and sighing at the friction. ]

Sure. But nobody ever warned me strangers came as - aah - as hot as you.

[ It's shameless, but he spreads his legs a little further, inviting more of that pressure, one hand snaking down to worm it's way up under the other man's shirt to find skin. ]

Is it gonna ruin this if I ask your name?

[feralistic]

[ it's fortunate that keith has his face buried in the junction between shiro's neck and shoulder, because he can feel the deer-in-the-headlights look come over his face and he doesn't want to blow all the cool mystique that shiro's attached to him.

but shit, uh. ]

K. [ it's the first thing he can think of that isn't yorak. and he catches shiro's mouth again in another kiss, rocking his leg up against him again in what he hopes is a thorough effort to distract him from the fact that his one-night stand is also a one-letter kinda guy.

... maybe it sounds cool? ]

What about yours? [ murmured right against shiro's mouth, because if he slips up and says shiro's name later, that'll probably ruin things. ]

[bde]

[ Thanks to that teasing pressure against his by-now rock hard dick, K seems as cool, mysterious and sexy a name as possible - nearly enough to live up to the man it's attached to. And then K's mouth is back at his and Shiro takes a moment to nip at his lower lip, dragging his tongue there in its wake as he grabs at those hips again to pull them flush with his own. ]

Shiro. I'm Shiro. But - fuck, keep touching me like this, you can call me whatever you want.

[feralistic]

[ keith groans as shiro pulls their hips flush together, grinding into him with a little hiss as his dick protests the confines of jeans that suddenly seem a few sizes too small. he slides a hand up the back of shiro's neck and rakes the light brush of his fingernails over the velvet-soft hair of his undercut, then reaches the other hand down to thumb open the button of shiro's jeans. ]

Yeah? Is that what you like, someone to call you pet names? [ cheating on a test that he already knows the answer to, but whatever. he nips at shiro's lower lip as he works his jeans the rest of the way open, dipping his hand inside so that he can wrap his fingers around the other man's cock and stroke. ] Sweetheart? Darlin'? Baby?

[bde]

[ Nobody calls Shiro pet names, and he's never thought to miss it until now - until the moment when K's warm, clever fingers curl around his cock and stroke in a way that makes him buck forward into that touch, a gasp catching on his lips as he does. ]

If you asked me that twenty minutes ago I would have said no.

[ There's half a laugh in it. He's... aware enough to know the way he's behaving - the way he arches into to brush of fingers in his hair or against his dick, the things he's saying - are shameless. But K seems to like them, so why worry? He shoves a hand between them instead, palming at the swell he finds there and groaning in the way of a man who's decided to ride his own slutty train to the final stop. He knew it'd be worthwhile just looking at K, but feeling the proof of that hard against his hand still feels like a special treat. ]

Fuck, that's nice. Can I suck you off?