Thread by @im_all_in_shiro

Matt only remembered the some of the stuff from his time at the Garrison. He could still talk about his favorite classes, and random factoids about planets that will never be useful outside of geeky conversations with Pidge.

He also remembered Keith's thirst for Shiro.

#sheith

That kid was beyond invested in Shiro, his heart and hormone's going wild every time Shiro walked in the room. Matt easily noticed the little glances at Shiro during study sessions and movie nights, the peeks much more frequent when Shiro was in a tank top and sweatpants.

Matt considered it cute at the time, thinking it was a little crush on somebody it was very, very easy to crush on. Shiro was hot, and there was no way around that. Many Garrison cadet's would get one look at Shiro and melt, his muscles and sweet smile nothing but swoon-worthy.

Matt didn't frequent the gym, not with the Garrison's giant library calling his name, but the one time Shiro brought him there he caught Keith nearly drooling.

Then there was a big problem.

It wasn't a cute crush, Keith had fallen and fallen hard.

Then the Kerberos mission happened and everything went to hell, leaving Matt without much time to think about anything but getting home and then the rebellion.

Now, however, he could see it with his own eyes all over again, and somehow Keith looked more devoted than ever.

Matt had also thought that with all the growing Keith had done that maybe his thirsting wasn't as intense.

He was wrong.

Those glances he'd noticed earlier returned with a vengeance, and the unrequited nature of Keith's love wasn't so unrequited anymore.

Matt, now dubbed "the poor soul" by the others, decided to visit Keith the same time Shiro was in there.

Matt went in the room only to see flowers, blankets, a small purple stuffed-hippo, everything. He also saw Keith looking at Shiro like he was the starry sky.

His mistake: asking who Keith's sugar daddy was.

It had been a joke, something he actually believed was multiple people giving Keith gifts, but the embarrassed flush that donned Keith's cheeks told him otherwise.

Unfortunately, Keith did have a sugar daddy, and it was Shiro.

Before he could get a flower vase thrown at him, he ran. Pidge, the traitor, informed him after it all that Shiro was giving Keith extra gifts than the others because Keith had let it slip under some pain medication that it was nice to have family to visit him.

That had Matt questioning everything he ever knew about Keith and Shiro's relationship.

Yeah, Keith was in love, but Shiro had a different dynamic with him, not like the "little brother" he acted like he had before. It was different how he just talked about Keith.

He eventually decided to ask Pidge about what they were like in space. Somehow she had quite a bit to say, and a lot of it you never want to hear from your baby sister.

She was able to say with certainty Keith is "one kinky fuck," and Shiro "needed to get laid."

He thought about approaching the subject to Shiro (the one doesn't own a knife), but decided eventually it was probably a bad idea. If the two wanted to say something to him, they would. It'll feel like an impossible wait to get through, but they were friends.

Pidge was the first to leave the hospital. Next was Hunk, then Lance, Allura, and finally Keith.

"We should celebrate that we're all out of the hospital!" Lance told them all insistently. "C'mon, we've had three meetings this week and I want to party!"

"Not in the partying mood," Pidge said.

"I like the idea of a break," Hunk interjected.

Allura hesitated. "I suppose it might be good for morale to enjoy a night away from business."

Lance smirked. "Democracy, Pidge."

"I agree with Pidge," Keith said. "Sounds stupid."

"You're working yourself into the ground," Shiro told Keith gently. "Maybe this will be good for us."

Matt raised an eyebrow when Keith bit his lip, clearly contemplating the idea now that Shiro was there to agree with Lance.

"3 to 2. Doesn't matter what he says."

Keith looked at Shiro again before giving Lance an unamused look. "Fine. Where do you want to go?"

"Well, since we can all drink now, we should go to a bar," he paused a moment. "Except Pidge. You're what? 14?"

Pidge lifted up her middle finger to Lance.

"None of you are technically drinking age," Shiro pointed out.

"Not according to my birthday," Lance said with a wink. "I'm exactly the age they'll let me drink."

"A bar?" Keith said blandly. "Of all the places you could go, you want to go to a bar?"

"What? Not classy enough for you, Mr. I-lived-in-the-desert-for-a-year?" Lance questioned mockingly.

"Alcohol really isn't all that amazing," Matt said. "Or at least the 'alcohol' I had in space. That stuff was really disgusting."

"Earth alcohol could be great!" Lance said.

Shiro sighed. "As the one person in here who has actually had Earth alcohol, I'm going to say it's not some rite of passage. It's problematic to think that--"

"Hey! No being responsible tonight!" Lance interrupted.

"You already picked the place, didn't you?" Pidge asked.

"Yep!" Lance said with a firm nod. "Now, out of the uniforms and we'll meet here. See you then!"

Lance walked away whistling, not caring at all about the mixed reactions behind him.

"He can't be serious," Keith stated.

"He's very serious," Hunk replied.

"I had plans," Pidge grumbled, sinking down into the couch.

"Catching up on bad Earth sci-fi's doesn't count as 'plans,'" Matt said amusedly.

"So is anybody going to tell me what an Earthen bar is like?" Allura asked. "Actually, father didn't want me near such places anywhere."

"Pretty sure bars everywhere have stupid men trying to get drunk, and women who just want to drink their strawberry daiquiri without the stupid men hitting on them," Pidge said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And you know this, how?" Matt asked.

“You hear shit in the boys dorms,” she stated. “And if I ever have to hear tips about how to get girls to take off their headphones to flirt with them again somebody is getting punched.”

“Point taken.”

“I’d say you shouldn’t do that, but that’s a fair reaction,” Hunk said.

“Do we really have to go to a bar?” Keith asked.

“We told Lance we would,” Hunk pointed out. “Kind of a jerk move to not show up.”

“Lance told us we would,” Keith corrected bitterly.

“Ok, but it’s still not cool if we don’t show up. How bad could it be to let loose?”

“Have you met us?” Pidge asked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if something ends up exploding by the end of the night.”

Matt smiled. “Sounds like fun to me.”

“I should ask Romelle if she’d like to join,” Allura said, standing up. “I think it will be nice to be together like this.”

Matt noticed the desperate look Keith gave Shiro, a plea for support.

Shiro shook his head and placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Give tonight a chance. If you don’t like it, we’ll leave.”

Keith frowned, but nodded.

Matt looked at Pidge and mouthed the word “we.”

She rolled her eyes before standing up herself. “I’m going to change. I’d rather not have my uniform reek of alcohol.”

“No alcohol,” Matt and Shiro said at the same time.

Pidge scowled. “If I’m old enough to save the universe I’m old enough to drink.”

“No,” Matt said.

She walked away then, not giving Matt or Shiro another glance.

Allura followed.

“I should get ready too, I guess,” Hunk said with a shrug. “See you soon, guys.”

Hunk left, leaving Matt, Keith, and Shiro.

“Hey, Keith,” Shiro said. “I have something for you.”

Keith gave him a withering look. “I told you no more gifts.”

Shiro smiled at him. “It’s from your mom. She told me she had blades business and asked me to give it to you.”

Keith looked surprised. “What did my mom need to give me?”

“Clothes,” Shiro answered.

“Clothes?”

“If you hadn’t noticed you’ve grown quite a bit,” Shiro said amusedly. “You can’t fit in the red jacket anymore.”

Keith frowned. “I love that jacket.”

“I might have looked,” Shiro began. “I think it’ll look great on you.”

“I guess I should trust my mom…”

Matt took their attention to only the other as his time to leave.

“Thanks for letting me come with you guys,” Matt said. “I’m not in the Voltron team, so it’s cool you’re letting me go.”

Their eyes were now focused on Matt, something that surprised him a bit.

“You’re our friend,” Shiro stated. “It’s only right you come along.”

Keith nodded in agreement.

That touched Matt’s heart, knowing Shiro and Keith still considered him a friend after years of time away from each other. It was nice to know their friendship meant something.

Matt stood, a smile on his face. “I’m headed out too. Gotta look my best, you know?”

“Pretty sure you’ll look good no matter what,” Shiro said kindly. “The long hair suits you.”

Matt laughed. “I take that as a compliment since it’s from you, Mr. Super-sexy-beefcake.”

At Shiro’s sputtering and Keith’s pink cheeks, Matt decided to leave quickly. “See you guys soon!”

He laughed for quite a bit after that, remembering the looks on their faces. Shiro was so oblivious about his looks, and even more oblivious about Keith’s interest.

It didn’t take too long for Matt to get ready and head to where Lance told them to meet.

Pidge, Hunk, and Shiro were there when he arrived, but it was only minutes before Allura and Romelle had arrived too.

“I wonder where Keith is,” Shiro said worriedly. “This isn’t like him.”

As if the universe had heard Shiro’s words, Keith showed up.

He looked nice, too nice for a bar.

“I feel stupid,” he complained. “You’d think my mom would get something practical.”

“I think you look good,” Shiro insisted. “It’s a bit fancy, but it’s nice.”

Keith scowled. “She said she thought it was a—“ Keith stopped himself immediately, clearly not wanting to finish than train of thought. “She said she thought it was for somewhere nicer.”

Somehow Shiro just nodded in understanding, not catching Keith’s hesitation.

Everybody else seemed to guess—Keith’s mom thought it was a date, and most likely a date with Shiro.

Krolia was a really smart woman, and it didn’t take a genius to know that she could see right through her son’s front about his platonic feelings for his “brother.”

It took longer for Lance to arrive before they finally followed him to a place not too far from Garrison grounds.

It was, in fact, a bar, but it was also a place that doubled as a restaurant and it overall had a nice look to it to the point nobody had a complaint.

They all sat down closer to the bar, Pidge and Hunk teasing Lance the entire time that he didn’t bring them to the kind of bar he thought he was.

Matt was glad for it, only wanting to come because of Pidge, Shiro, and Keith, but not excited about being around drunk people.

Unfortunately for Pidge, they were at a place that was adamant they checked their ID’s, and didn’t really care that she was a part of the Voltron team.

Lance, Hunk, and Keith however, were now old enough (or at least that’s what their ID’s said) to try drinks.

Lance was overly excited to try something, and questioned the poor waitress about half the drinks on the menu. Hunk, listening in, picked a drink similar to Lance’s, but Keith asked for something that didn’t qualify as a fruity drink. Matt had to wonder why he picked it.

Shiro, both endeared and exasperated at their antics, ordered a drink himself. Matt followed, making him another victim of Pidge’s glares.

Allura politely declined anything of the sort, and while Romelle was very curious about Earth alcohol, she declined as well.

“So why’d you order something with a high alcohol content?” Matt asked Keith. “It won’t taste good as somebody new to it.”

“My pa liked the stuff,” Keith said, looking away from everybody. “He always laughed when I asked if I could have some.”

Lance frowned. “Way to bring the mood down.”

“Lance, shush!” Hunk said, happily leaning toward Keith. “He’s talking about his feelings!”

Keith backed away. “I am not!”

“C’mon, buddy,” Hunk said, reaching out from across the table. “Hug time!”

“What?! Not here!”

Matt noticed Keith had a sigh of relief the moment the waitress returned with their drinks before taking their orders.

Matt started drinking only to hear loud choking noises just a moment later.

“Keith!” Shiro said, hand on Keith’s shoulder. “You can’t drink it all at once!”

Apparently Keith had tried to take gulps of his drink, and was now completely incapacitated with Shiro rubbing his back worriedly.

“You ok?” Shiro asked him gently.

“Its a drink not a bullet wound,” Pidge said blandly. “He’s fine.”

“Pidge,” Shiro warned.

Lance was smiling smugly. “Guess drinking isn’t for everybody. Should’ve known that Keith—“

At that point apparently Keith was done with the others teasing, and before anybody could stop him, he grabbed the glass and gulped down the rest of it.

The table was silent.

The universe must have been in their favor today. The waitress and another waiter arrived with the food they ordered.

She kindly asked if they needed anything else, only for Lance and Hunk to ask for another one of their drinks.

“I’d like another, too,” Keith said.

Everybody looked at Keith in surprise, but not detecting the mood, the waitress left to get their drinks.

“Keith,” Hunk said warily. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“I think it’s a great idea!” Keith replied, Matt noticing for the first time his eyes had glazed over.

“Oh no,” Lance said in distress. “I think he’s getting tipsy.”

“You’re not exactly sober yourself,” Pidge said to him. “You don’t need another either.”

“What?! I’m fine!”

“You’re slurring your speech,” Pidge pointed out blandly. “Admit it—you’re a lightweight.”

“I am not!”

“You really shouldn’t have gotten another, either,” Hunk said, now beginning to eat his food. “You had too much for your skinny body.”

Lance stuck his tongue out like a child, only making Matt believe Lance really was a lightweight. This was going downhill fast.

The woman came back with their drinks and Lance decided to make a one-sided contest with Keith to drink it faster. Keith was off in his own head, drinking, but drinking for himself as if he actually liked the stuff.

“Keith, buddy? You ok?” Shiro asked worriedly.

“Yes,” Keith said, but then suddenly leaned over to put his head on Shiro’s shoulder.

Hunk and Lance were off in their own heads, but Romelle and Allura were curiously watching, Pidge was scowling, Shiro was flushed pink, and Matt was ready for the show.

“K-Keith?”

“Do you know Shiro?” he slurred.

That had people’s attention, even Lance and Hunk.

Shiro, now having a soft smile on his face, completely endeared. “You could say that.”

“He’s beautiful,” Keith said with a sigh. “Beautiful eyes, hair, and smile… he’s nice too.”

Shiro was blushing furiously. "Maybe you shouldn't--"

"He's big too," Keith added. "I like his muscles."

The reactions around the table differed, ranging from Allura putting her hand over her mouth in an "oh my" fashion, to Pidge who was holding back laughter.

"Keith!" Shiro said.

"Continue, Keith!" Lance shouted. "Tell us all about Shiro!"

Shiro sent Lance a very unamused look, but wasn't able to say anything before Keith decided to get handsy.

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked, way too loud to give a secret.

"Yep!"

"I think he might be big everywhere," he said the moment before Shiro clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Guys, this isn't right," Shiro told them sternly. "You may think it's funny, but this is breaking his trust. We should--Keith!"

Shiro pulled his hand back quickly.

At that point Matt realized Keith had licked Shiro's hand.

"I wanna talk about Shiro," he said petulantly.

"No, you don't," Shiro replied firmly. "I'm going to take you home, ok?"

Keith glared at him. "No."

Shiro gaped at him. "'No?'"

"I want Shiro," he said, tearing up.

Shiro began panicking, and Matt couldn’t blame him. Keith looking like he was about to cry certainly was something none of them thought they’d ever see.

“Keith, we’ve gotta get you to your apartment,” Shiro said, trying his best to sound soothing. “You’ll feel better.”

“Is Shiro gone?” he asked softly, ignoring Shiro completely.

“No,” Shiro said. “He’s at your apartment. How about we go?”

Keith’s head snapped up, his attention caught. “He’s there?”

“Yes.”

Keith paused a moment. “Is he naked?”

“What?! No!” Shiro replied quickly.

“Then he’s not in my bed?”

“I’m afraid not,” Shiro said, his voice turning high-pitched.

“Maybe you should ask nicely,” Pidge said with a smirk.

Shiro sent Pidge an unamused look, not appreciating her contribution at all.

“So if I ask, then he’ll marry me?”

Most of the others could only gape, not believing they’d heard right. Even Matt, who knew very well what they felt for each other, had no idea what to say.

“Would he say yes?” Keith asked Shiro at the continued silence. “I would be a great husband.”

“I know that’s not what you want,” Shiro said gently. “I know you’d be a great husband, but I don’t think you want him.”

“I know what I want,” Keith said petulantly. “I want to marry Shiro.”

“Keith, please,” Shiro said, sounding pained. “You don’t mean that.”

Keith frowned. “But I love him.”

If Matt thought the table was in shock then, now was worse.

“We’re leaving,” Shiro said suddenly, reaching out to lift Keith up from his chair, letting his arm wrap around his waist to keep him on his feet.

“To go to Shiro?”

“He’ll be there for you,” Shiro said. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll help you,” Matt said, noticing Keith couldn’t keep his balance. “But there’s always bridal style?”

Matt smiled at Shiro, joking to lighten the tense atmosphere, but Shiro didn’t react. He was affected.

He didn’t stop Matt when he walked over and slung Keith’s arm over his shoulder. This was good, Shiro not pulling Keith out of his grasp.

Nobody said goodbye, not when the night had taken a sad turn.

Shiro and Matt brought Keith out of the bar, and back toward Keith’s place.

“Did you know Shiro’s beautiful?” Keith slurred, sounding lovestruck. He then looked incredibly devastated, his eyes tearing up. “But you said he won’t marry me. Would he at least kiss me? On the lips?”

“He can’t,” Shiro said, sounding broken. “Even if he wanted to, he can’t.”

“That’s stupid,” Keith said, now crying. “I want kisses.”

Matt went to glare at Shiro for making drunk Keith cry, but he looked just as bad.

“How about you talk more about Shiro,” Matt said, trying to comfort him. “What do you like about him? You said he was hot, right?”

Keith sniffled, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Big muscles too?”

“Yeah,” he said again. “I like his big muscles.”

“Matt,” Shiro hissed.

Matt ignored him. “What else do you like about him?”

“He looks good in tight outfits,” Keith said. “He has good tits. They’re nice, you know?”

Shiro made a choking noise, one that indicated he had not expected Keith to say anything regarding his “tits.”

“They are pretty big, aren’t they?” Matt asked in amusement. This could go bad, but at least he wasn’t crying anymore.

“The biggest!”

“Matt,” Shiro groaned.

"So what else is 'big,' Keith?" Matt asked, hoping this wasn't his death sentence.

He hoped Keith's answer was going to worth the glare he was getting from Shiro.

"His heart," Keith sighed.

Matt rolled his eyes, not at all getting the answer he wanted.

"Nice to see you're only thirsty when it's not funny," Matt grumbled.

"None of this is funny," Shiro argued, giving Matt a furious look. "You shouldn't joke about this."

"Stop being a killjoy, Shiro," Matt said. "He's drunk. Drunk people are supposed to be entertainment."

"Not Keith," Shiro said, his voice going soft as he glanced over at Keith between them. "He's saying things he doesn't mean and think about what would happen if I thought they were true? He's saying things he'll regret and that's not fair to him."

"You think he doesn't mean it?"

"I know he doesn't mean it," Shiro replied. "Now, lets get him to his room."

It took a while to do just that, Shiro having to coax Keith into getting into his home. Keith started asking about Shiro again, and it worsened the situation when he tried stopping them.

"He's in here," Shiro said soothingly.

Keith's eyes widened. "Is that my room?"

"Yeah, don't you want to sleep? You're probably tired."

"I want to sleep with Shiro," Keith said urgently, trying and failing to leave Matt and Shiro's support. "I bet he can snuggle."

"He'll meet you in your room," Matt said, clapping the back of Keith's back. "Here, I'll take you there."

Keith nodded happily. "Ok."

They brought him back to his room (it was simple and plain and very Keith) where Shiro then did carry him bridal style to put him on the bed.

Keith turned his head left and right, then frowned. "Where's Shiro?"

"How about you sleep and he'll see you in the morning?" Shiro asked, gently moving Keith's hair away from his face.

"You're very nice," Keith said, closing his eyes as Shiro stroked his hair. "Like Shiro."

"Thanks," Shiro said fondly, the love in his eyes way too apparent. "He thinks you're nice too."

"I think I'm tired," he said slowly.

"You should rest. I'll be here in the morning, I promise."

"And Shiro?"

"And Shiro."

Matt decided then it was time to leave.

He didn't look back, leaving Keith's place and not bothering to try and get Shiro to leave Keith's bedside.

Keith's thirstiness hadn't changed, probably had even gotten worse. His love for Shiro? That was more intense than ever and Matt knew now it was reciprocated.

End!!! 💜❤️💜❤️