“You go to DePaul too, right?”
The guy is tall, broad shouldered, and wearing an obscenely tight t-shirt with the Blue Demons logo on the front. A lock of white hair hangs down in front of his eyes. Keith gives
“Yeah, I’m Keith.”
“Shiro,” the guy says. “I think we have multicultural seminar together.”
"So what's your major," Shiro asks. Keith resists the urge to roll his eyes because it's such an
"I'm in the BFA program," he says. "I'm specializing in painting."
"Cool, acrylic or oil?" Shiro asks. It isn't a question that Keith is used to.
"Acrylic," Keith answers. "I don't have the fucking patience for oils."
Shiro laughs and oh no, his /smile/.
Keith doesnt know how to respond. He doesn't have any cute family stories to share. Barely has any family stories to share period
"Justice and Conflict studies," Shiro says.
Fuck. Keith's heart damn near stops. Of course this hot jock would not only be smart, he's gearing up to save the world. His shock must be evident on his face because Shiro smirks at him.
"No, I just, um -- yeah, sort of."
Shiro doesn't seem to be offended though. He laughs again and the sound of it sends butterflies straight to Keith's ribcage.
"It's okay. The basketball is just for fun. I like to keep active."
"It's cool though. So you're going to go into the Law program after?"
Shiro nods. He reaches out and tucks a stray piece of hair behind Keith's ear. Keith feels his cheeks warm and has
"Sorry," Shiro says.
"S'ok," Keith mumbles. He bites his lip and wonders if he should test the waters. "I get nervous around cute guys." He risks a glance up at Shiro and he's smiling, so that's a good sign. It's an even better sign when Shiro trails his fingers
"I think you're cute too, just for the record." He slips his hand in Keith's and gives it a quick squeeze. "Line's moving." Shiro drops his hand as they head inside, the bouncer checking tickets and IDs.
Keith glances at the X's on the backs of both of his hands and back up at Shiro.
"Um, water's fine." It's not like he can afford to drink out anyway.
"I know the bartender, it's cool."
"Two of your finest beers for me and my friend," Shiro says, he puts a warm hand on Keith's shoulder and pulls him in.
"Coming right up." Two red solo cups appear in front of them a
Once the opening band starts, there isn't much opportunity for talking, but Shiro sticks by him.
"You were really going at it in there," he says. Keith finishes his water.
"Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't hold my own."
"Hey, I didn't mean it like that," Shiro says. "You looked -- happy."
Shit. Now he feels like an asshole.
"I didn't mean -- fuck, I'm sorry," Keith stammers. Shiro stops him with a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, I'm just saying. You're not the only one with baggage. They tend to
"Suppose you're right," Keith says.
"You wanna dance?"
They dive back into the pit, jumping, screaming, laughing. When Keith slams into the wall that is Shiro's chest, strong arms wrap around him, keep
"Fuck, Keith," Shiro gasps. "Let's take a break, okay?"
"Nothing," Shiro says. He presses a quick kiss to Keith's mouth and leans in to whisper in his ear. "But if we keep this up I'm gonna want to drag you back to my place. And I want to see the end of the show."
Keith almost wouldn't mind missing the end of the
"What is it?" Keith asks.
"You'll see," Shiro says with a wink.
They take their shots and it's all
"What the fuck was that?"
"You're a sophomore and you've never done a Malort shot before? Dude, you gotta get out more."
"You like that shit?" Keith asks
"Ugh," Keith groans. "Get me something to get the taste out of my mouth."
Shiro grabs him by the front of his tank top and kisses him hard, Keith damn near crawls into his lap as he kisses back.
"But it was a good move though, wasn't it?" Shiro says with a smirk. He gets two more shots, vodka this time and they both knock them back with ease. The two of them hang in the
"Yeah," Keith says. "Okay."
Shiro presses start on the machine and slips his hand underneath Keith's shirt, fingers grazing over a nipple. The first flash goes off as Keith is gasping into the touch.
"I'm serious. Like, since the second day of the quarter when you walked into class wearing those red skinny jeans."
Shiro snorts out a nervous laugh. “You’ve never been very — approachable, before.”
And that much is true.Keith spends nearly all his free
“I’m all yours tonight,” he says, staring intensely at Shiro before leaning into to kiss him again. He doesn’t miss this time. Shiro breaks the kiss long enough to yank back the photo booth curtain and
"Fuck, Shiro," Keith pants. "Take me back to your place so we can do this with less clothes."
"How far away is it?" Keith asks. He touches the spot on his neck where Shiro's mouth was moments ago, wondering if it'll leave a mark. He wonders if he can
"Not far," Shiro says. "Just off the Southport stop."
Keith nods. That's only a few blocks away. Surely they can keep their hands off each other that long.
"Do you um-- like living in this neighborhood?"
Shiro's smile is illuminated by the amber glow of the
"Yeah," Shiro says softly. "It's quieter than Wrigleyville." They stop at another crosswalk and Shiro squeezes his hand gently.
Keith's mouth goes a little dry. They haven't even gotten back to Shiro's place and he's already talking about breakfast. Fuck. They turn on to Roscoe and Keith tugs gently on
"Fuck," Shiro growls. "I can't wait to taste you."
Shiro's mouth is hot against his skin, wet kisses across his ass, the nip of teeth as he works his way lower. The press of Shiro's tongue against his hole is a shock and Keith moans loudly, presses his forehead against
"You like that?" Shiro says. He doesn't wait for an answer before spreading Keith open
"Shiro," he pants out. "I'm gonna --"
"Fuck yeah," he groans. "Come for me."
He presses the tip of a finger against Keith's hole, pushing in gently. Slowly twisting it as he works it in. Keith jerks himself faster. Shiro's tongue returns,
Keith hasn't even seen Shiro's dick yet, but assuming it's proportionate to the rest of him, he's probably going to need a good stretch and a fair amount of lube.
Because apparently he's the kind of guy who likes getting fucked in public on a first date. If you can even call it a date. College is all about learning knew things about yourself so Keith decides he's
"Fuck," Shiro swears and Keith assumes that means no. "I didn't exactly expect this."
Keith turns around to face him and tucks himself back into his jeans. "Guess that means you're going to have to wait."
Shiro whines and presses his forehead to Keith's
There's drunken laughter coming from across the street as people leave the bowling alley and Keith freezes. Neither of them move until the sounds fade into the distance. Shiro laughs, relieved and stands up.
"Yeah," Keith agrees. "Guess we should get going."
"You might want to take your hand out of my pants first," Shiro says. Keith twists his hand around him, squeezing just a little before letting go.
"I guess," he says. Shiro groans and adjusts himself.
"What were you going to do if he wasn't?" Keith asks.
"Tell him to stay in his room and put on his headphones."
"Fuck," Shiro swears. "Get naked. Now." Keith doesn't need to be told twice.
"Just giving you a good show," Keith says. "Since you've been watching for so long."
Shiro grinds his hard-on against Keith's ass. Keith pushes back against him and bites down on his bottom lip.
"Condom," he says. "Now."
"How much stretching do you need?" he asks. "Because you uh, were pretty tight."
Keith's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. "Not a lot," he says. It's been a while since he's anything other than a dildo
"You sure?" Shiro asks. Keith nods. He looks away from
"Oh," Shiro says. Keith meets his eyes and now Shiro's cheeks have gone pink. As though he didn't just have his face in Keith's ass /in public/ not ten minutes ago. "Okay. Just tell me when you're ready?"
"Start with two," he says. Shiro's fingers are thicker than his own and as he works them inside, Keith thinks maybe he was a little overeager. His body acclimates quickly and normal Keith would tell
"Okay?" Shiro asks, but there's a smirk pulling at his lips.
"Shut up and give me more," Keith says.
"Bossy," Shiro says softly, but before Keith can return with a response he pushes in a third finger and
Shiro smiles and bends to press a kiss to the inside of his knee. It's such a soft gesture and it makes warmth pool in the pit of Keith's stomach. Shiro wipes his fingers
"How do you wanna --?" he asks, leaving the question open. Keith rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up on his hands and knees. Shiro moves behind him and his prosthetic hand settles at the
"You can pull my hair, if you want." He's never had any one turn him down on that one before. Shiro pushes into him slowly and the stretch is /perfect/.
"Do /you/ want me to?" he asks. Keith nods, glad they're not face to face.
Shiro's fingers thread through his hair, tightening just slightly as he begins to move.
"Enjoying yourself?" Shiro asks. He sounds out of breath but Keith can /hear/ the smirk. Keith feels so good he can't even be bothered to banter
Shiro fucks into him harder, faster, tightens his fingers and pulls Keith's head back.
"You gonna come a second time for me?"
Keith sure as hell wants to. He reaches down to wrap a hand around his dick, jerks himself
"That's it," Shiro says. "Come on, baby."
Normally, Keith hates pet names. He especially hates them during sex. He might be small, but he is /no ones/ baby. But when Shiro says it, it doesn't sound patronizing. It makes him feel like he could fall apart and Shiro
Shiro pulls out and rolls Keith onto his back. Keith watches as he peels off the condom, his hand moving quickly over the head of his cock. Part of him wants to help, wants to touch Shiro where ever he can reach, but another part -- the sleepy sated
"Come on," Keith says sleepily, "I wanna cuddle you."
He's not sure what it says about either of them that seconds later, Shiro is coming in hot stripes over Keith's stomach, but he's too tired to care.
"We should get cleaned up," Shiro says quietly.
"Too tired," Keith says. "Someone fucked me into unconsciousness."
"Can I take you out on a proper date sometime?" Shiro asks.