"Jesus, Shiro, you might need a chiropractor but you /definitely/ need a massage. You're tense as hell."
"Probably," Shiro admits. "I'll have to try to make time for it."
"So, uh," he starts, turning his head to the side so that his cheek rests on the sheet. "Where did you learn to do this?"
He's currently kneeling beside Shiro, bending over him to knead into Shiro's shoulders.
He has no right to any possessiveness there.
"Good," Keith says, continuing his work, digging his fingers into sore muscles, the movement made easier by the lotion he'd produced from somewhere earlier.
Keith also makes himself more comfortable, slinging a leg over Shiro's thighs to better reach his right shoulder.
"This okay?"
The problem is, he's realized recently that his feelings for Keith extend far beyond /friendship/.
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Well, Shiro thinks to himself, at least the dim light gives him a /chance/ of escaping with his dignity intact.
"This isn't just from a day at a desk," Keith says disapprovingly. "You're tense all over and have knots everywhere."
"I can't imagine why, we don't have anything to be stressed about," Shiro jokes weakly. Keith snorts above him. "Thanks for doing this. You're good at it."
"Yeah, maybe," Shiro replies noncommittally.
Keith hadn't hesitated to touch the gnarled flesh there, and Shiro loved him for it.
Then Keith presses in hard there, and Shiro gasps before he can stop himself.
"Shiro? Did I hurt you?"
"No," Shiro replies quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, but he needs to tear that thread of fear out of Keith's voice. "I'm fine, I promise," he assures him.
The movement both reminds him how close Keith is and drags friction across his growing erection, and he bites back a frustrated groan.
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"I'm good," Shiro promises. "Guess I've been sleeping weird or something and my lower back's tender."
True to his word, he gentles his touch, the sweep of his hands across Shiro's skin barely more than a firm caress, now.
It's torture of the best kind.
Physically, he's rock hard, and every movement of Keith's causes friction between him and the mattress.
"Keith," he finally says. "Stop, please."
"What's wrong?" he asks, concern plain in his tone.
"Nothing," Shiro says immediately. "I mean, nothing you did," he amends. "I just need to... stop. I'm enjoying it /too/ much. This isn't fair to you."
"No, it's not that, it's--" Shiro sighs, burying his face in his arms. "I'm hard," he admits, his voice muffled.
"That's okay," Keith says, bringing Shiro's thought's to a grinding halt.
"What?"
Keith's quiet, almost breathless /oh/ sounds impossibly loud in the quiet room.
"What if I don't want you to?"
"You don't owe me anything," he says, taking great pains to keep his tone calm and even.
"No," he says, the word so strangled it's barely recognizable. "God, Keith."
He taps Shiro's hip and says, "Roll over."
Keith drags his eyes down Shiro's chest, lets his gaze snag on the tent in his sweats, and he looks /hungry/.
"Hush," Keith interrupts, and Shiro obeys immediately. "I'm not done with the massage yet. Just relax."
It's a hard order to follow when Keith swings a long, lean leg over him to straddle Shiro's thighs again, but he tries.
Keith grins at that, and moves on.
He works his way down to the skin of Shiro's lower belly, fingers dancing down the v of his hips until he encounters the elastic band of the sweats.
"Can I kiss you?"
"God, yes, /please/," Shiro groans, and Keith is practically /crawling/ back up Shiro's body to reach his lips.
Shiro doesn't remember moving, but somehow his hands are in Keith's hair as their lips meet.
"Yeah," he says, pausing to clear his throat when it comes out a little hoarse. "Uh, yeah. I want that, if you do."
"Wait," he says, swallowing hard when Keith looks back up at him, eyes wide. "This isn't, like, a one-time casual thing, right?"
"Good," Shiro breathes, and then they're kissing again, Keith's lips hungry on his own as he shoves Shiro's pants down.
"Ah ah, you're supposed to be relaxing," Keith scolds mildly.
"I think I would find touching you /very/ relaxing," Shiro says reasonably. Keith laughs, but doesn't relent.
Keith grins, eyes going soft at the endearment.
"Good," he says, backing off enough to make Shiro whine in protest. "Roll over."
Keith leans in and presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to Shiro's lower back, then trails his lips lower.
"/So/ okay. God, Keith."
Keith huffs out a laugh. "I'd be asking to fuck you, but you have another full day of sitting at your desk tomorrow, don't you?" He rubs a bit harder, and Shiro arches his back, pressing up helplessly.
He's cut off when Keith presses his fingertip in, ever so slightly, causing Shiro's breath to catch in his throat.
"The whole point of this was for you to be /less/ uncomfortable," Keith points out. "Besides, I have other ideas."
He probably could, Shiro thinks deliriously, but he's not sure /he/ can.
"Keith, /please/."
"You make the best sounds," he says, unashamed. "I bet you can come like this," he adds, leaning back in for another broad swipe of his tongue. "Can't you?"
"Probably," he admits, even as he lowers his hips and rolls over, causing Keith's eyes to narrow. "But I'd rather come with you. Looking at you."
"God, you're still so hard," Shiro gasps as they break apart. Keith blushes and ducks his head a little.
"I /really/ liked the noises you were making," he admits.
Keith manages to shed his clothes relatively quickly, though he's occasionally slowed down by Shiro leaning in to mouth at his neck or shoulder.
"/Shiro/."
"Yes, baby," Shiro encourages him, pulling back to look down at him. "I want to see it, want to see you. Come for me."
He's the most beautiful thing Shiro has ever seen.
"Way better than okay," Shiro answers, smiling. He reaches out, taking Keith's free hand and threading their fingers together. "This isn't how I saw this going, you know."
"What, the massage? Yeah, me either."
"You still could," Keith points out, grinning.
"Oh?"
Shiro makes a show of pondering the prospect.
"I think we've both waited plenty long enough, don't you?"
(Spoiler alert: he doesn't wait that long to suck him off the first time. Or the second.)
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