Thread by @nrem511

#Sheith
Keith spent most of the morning rearranging his spare room while Shiro tried to contact his ex.
"Any luck yet?" Keith was sweating from pushing furniture about.
"Nope. He's ignoring me. No doubt I'll get a call from his lawyer later. I hate this." Shiro slumped forward.

#Sheith
Even Hunk's cookies couldn't lift his spirits. He still ate about 6, they offered a warm comforting feeling in his belly. Likely that was Hunk's intention. His cooking usually had a relaxing effect. He knew how to pacify even the most troubled soul with sustenance.

#Sheith
"I do appreciate you helping me like this. I feel bad dumping my drama on you when we've only just met." Shiro felt like a nuisance.
"It's fine. Sometimes things happen for a reason." Keith realised that sounded more cryptic than he intended.
/Or maybe not/

#Sheith
Keith stood before him with his t-shirt clinging to his body while he swigged from a water bottle.
Shiro couldn't tear his eyes away from the well-defined torso beneath the sweaty fabric.
/He looks ripped/
"Ugh I'm going to take a shower."
Shiro wished he could too.

#Sheith
As Shiro predicted his ex's lawyer called. He would be given 1 hour to collect the rest of his personal belongings the following day. Shiro hated how belittled he felt. His ex had no real reason to treat him like that. This was down to his controlling ex mother-in-law.

#Sheith
Shiro decided to carry his suitcase up to the spare room. Just as he reached the top of the stairs Keith stepped out of the bathroom in what looked like the world's smallest towel. He smiled casually and Shiro thought his lips were moving but there was no sound.

#Sheith
All Shiro's attention focussed on Keith's belly button, neatly tucked above a perfect trail of short black hair that disappeared down the front of the tiny towel. Keith walked towards him and Shiro clearly saw movement beneath the fabric.
/Is that his..?/
"Shiro you ok?"

#Sheith
His eyes travelled up, lingering over the ripped torso, tight pink nipples protruded from a smooth chest. Keith wasn't bulky his build was athletic, toned & lean. Shiro could see he had goosebumps. He suddenly came to his senses, his eyes darting up to meet Keith's gaze.

#Sheith
"Oh eh sorry what did you say?" Shiro knew he'd been caught out.
"Nothing it's ok. Guess you had stuff on your mind." Keith smirked as he walked into his bedroom. Shiro bit his lip as he watched Keith's ass flex beneath the towel.
/God he's so perfect/
"No I-uh sorry."

#Sheith
Keith didn't mean to tease Shiro, but the big guy seemed so gullible. The towel was a genuine mistake, the bigger one still in his bedroom. Usually Keith walked round naked so it was mere chance he remembered to cover up. He giggled at the look on Shiro's face.

#Sheith
/Can you imagine if he saw me naked? No ..enough. He's just a sweet guy going through some pretty emotional shit..don't play with him/ Keith didn't want to make Shiro feel uncomfortable. It was bad enough they'd not mentioned the previous night. Keith still felt bad.

#Sheith
Shiro's voice sounded so fragile when he asked him to stay with him, but it would have been for the wrong reasons. Keith liked Shiro, he wanted to get to know him more. If they had meaningless sex it would undoubtedly feel amazing, but then after it would be awkward.

#Sheith
"Erm Keith..sorry ..eh would it be ok if I took a shower now?" Shiro stood outside Keith's bedroom.
"Sure buddy do you need a towel?" Keith opened the door in his boxer shorts and Shiro's brain lost the ability to think.
/He wasn't joking about it being 'big' enough/

#Sheith
The minute the bathroom door shut Shiro breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason being near Keith sent his libido into overdrive. He couldn't stop thinking about his naked torso and the slim hips barely holding up the small towel. Shiro's groin twitched with excitement.

#Sheith
He cupped the bulge in his pants picturing Keith's lithe body. Every muscle, each tiny hair, the goosebumps, the pert nipples.
/Oh god the nipples/
He noticed Keith's t-shirt draped over the laundry basket & picked it up, inhaling the scent of his sweat, musky and sweet.

#Sheithnsfw
/What have I become?/ The big guy felt ashamed of his own desperation, but without the creative outlet of his journal he needed another kind of release. As he reached inside his pants, fingers searching for his erection he used the t-shirt to muffle his husky moans.

#Sheith
He could feel arousal floating through his mind. It had been a while since he touched himself, finding more gratification in writing about it than the deed itself. It was almost as if he felt he didn't need it, or maybe that he didn't deserve to feel any pleasure.

#Sheith
Shiro opened his eyes and caught sight of himself in the mirror. He instantly pulled his hand out of his pants. Looking at his reflection Shiro suddenly felt self-conscious about his size and appearance. He turned away from the mirror, his chest tight with emotion.

#Sheith
The big guy stared at the t-shirt in his hand. He lifted it up to his nose once more and for a second he closed his eyes and imagined Keith standing naked beside him.
/What am I doing? He is not even remotely interested in me. Why would he be?/
Shiro's mind woke him up.

#Sheith
An empty feeling crept into his chest as he placed the t-shirt back on the laundry basket. He turned on the shower and got undressed. His tall strong form stared back at him from the mirror. He was in amazing shape, but to Shiro his body just looked big and clumsy.

#Sheithnsfw
The warm spray of the shower felt comforting, it relaxed his mind and with that calm his arousal seemed to spike once more. He looked down at his cock and felt it tingle as the water caught the smooth tip. The image of Keith in his boxers filled his head.

#Sheithnsfw
In his mind Keith followed him into the bathroom and as he gazed at Shiro in the shower he removed his underwear and stepped in beside him. Shiro imagined Keith lathering his body with soap and telling the big guy how good he is while he washed him all over.

#Sheithnsfw
Shiro took hold of his cock and slowly stroked himself, his mind still wishing it was Keith. He gripped himself harder, needing to feel a sting, wanting to push himself towards a climax. The clattering water drowned out his sighs and moans, but not quite enough.

#Sheith
Outside the bathroom door Keith listened to Shiro jerking off with a satisfied smile on his face.
/That's it big boy you're doing great/
He wanted him to feel good. Keith wasn't so arrogant to think he was the cause, but after last night Shiro probably felt frustrated.

#Sheithnsfw
Keith couldn't deny the sound of Shiro's voice slowly getting more and more worked up was turning him on. He wished he could burst into the bathroom and grab hold of that big gorgeous body, but what if he overstepped the mark. What if he got the signals wrong?

#Sheithnsfw
Shiro's release hit long and hard. He came with such force, calling out as his cock erupted all over the tiled floor.
"Ahh Keith..yes..ah..god" his name slipped out before he knew it. Shiro hoped with every cell in his body that Keith didn't hear him.

But he did.

#Sheith
Keith heard him loud & clear. He pressed his forehead against the door, wishing he could have been the one to make him come so beautifully.
/Well...in a way I guess I did/
He felt happy thinking he'd somehow helped Shiro feel so much pleasure.
/He deserves to feel great/

#Sheith
As Keith sloped off to his bedroom Shiro leant against the cool tiles in the shower. The water washed away his seed and his tears. Immediately after his climax Shiro broke down, his sadness overtaking his elation. He felt stupid for getting off while thinking of Keith.

#Sheith
/You're just torturing yourself/
Shiro sniffed. More tears mingled with the warm water.
/Look at him and look at you!/
Maybe it was too soon after his ex. The constant rejections made him feel insecure over time. If his own husband didn't want him then why would Keith?

#Sheith
/Lovely young handsome Keith/ Shiro smiled at the thought of his kindness & generosity. He needed to forget his crush, his infatuation. Keith wanted to be his friend & that was more important.
Shiro knew he wasn't cool or interesting enough to be Keith's lover.
/I wish/

#Sheith
In his bedroom Keith opened Shiro's journal. He read the passionate words, the description of the Prince's stable boy and wondered how he could show the big guy he liked him. Shiro probably didn't think Keith was serious or mature enough to be his lover.
/I wish/

#Sheith "Neighbours to Friends to..." thread cont.
"I'm heading out for a few hours, got some stuff to sort out at the garage. Will you be okay here by yourself?" Keith grabbed his jacket.
"Do you work there?" Shiro imagined Keith smeared in oil.
"I own it!" Keith smiled proudly.

#Sheith
Shiro was impressed.
/Beauty and his own business/
"I deal more with accounts and shit lately, but I still like getting my hands dirty." He winked at Shiro as he opened the door. "See ya later...have fun." Keith couldn't help flirting, the big guy made it too easy.

#Sheith
Shiro watched Keith ride off on his motorbike, jeans hugging his ass in all the right places.
/I need to find my journal/
Shiro checked the box again. Allura was certain she packed it. He felt frustrated. Writing seemed to be the only thing that made him feel calm.

#Sheith
He trudged up the stairs to the spare room and noticed Keith's bedroom door was ajar. Shiro hesitated.
/Go on ...go inside/
His mind went blank and he suddenly found himself standing in the middle of Keith's room.
With Keith's things.
His clothes.
His scent.
/Him/

#Sheith
Shiro sat on the unmade bed and smoothed his hand over the sheet. In his mind he saw Keith's dark hair framing his face as he slept. Shiro wished he could lie beside him, listen to him, watch him.
/Touch him/
He looked at the clock.
/I could just stay here for a bit/

#Sheith
Shiro laid his head down on the soft pillow. He closed his eyes and imagined himself naked, wrapped in Keith's sheets. That same sweet musky odour covering his body. Could he risk taking his clothes off? What if Keith came home?
/What if he found me naked ... asleep?/

#Sheith
The idea made him shiver with delight. To be woken up by Keith touching him was Shiro's ultimate fantasy. He groaned into the pillow, but as he turned over he felt something stick out. The corner of a book.
/That looks like...OH!/
Shiro's mouth fell open.
/My journal?/

#Sheith
Shiro sat staring at his journal in shock. How much had Keith read? That's when he glanced at the bedside table and noticed the lube and a box of tissues.
He thought back to the night he heard Keith jerking off.
/Was he using my stories?/
Shiro felt weird.
/Dirty/

#Sheith
He didn't know whether to feel angry or flattered. He felt annoyed Keith had taken his journal without asking, but to think Shiro's words aroused him felt like a compliment. In fact it spurred him on. He found a pen & opened a new page.
/I'll give him something to read!/

#Sheith
Later that evening Keith arrived home to delicious smells wafting from the kitchen.
"Hey Hunk, are you scared I'll starve? Where's Shiro?"
"I'm right here, thought I'd make us some dinner. I hope you like spicy food." Shiro smirked as he licked sauce from his finger.

#Sheith
Keith thought the big guy looked different, glowing. He wondered what he'd been doing all afternoon.
"Oh this and that..organising my stuff mainly...Oh that reminds me. You didn't by any chance see a journal with a black shiny cover did you?"
"Eh..no.." Keith blushed.

#Sheith
Shiro noticed his red face and played some more.
"It's the strangest thing. Allura is sure it was in the box. Do you think it could have fallen out? I checked out the front." Shiro's eyes lit up with mischief.
"For a moment I thought you might've found it and read it."

#Sheith
Keith bit his cheek.
/He knows/
"Shiro..I ah.." Keith started.
"Then I thought, no why would Keith be interested in my boring life?"
Keith stalled, unsure if Shiro had sussed him out.
"You want rice or tortillas with this? Or both?"
Keith nodded.
/That was too close/

#Sheith
After dinner Shiro took a bath before bed and sitting in the warm water he pictured Keith's face reading the latest instalment. Shiro had purposely left the date blank. His fiction didn't follow any pattern, it consisted of random one shots throughout the journal.

#Sheith
Keith stripped to his boxers and lay down on his front. He took out the journal and quickly glanced at the door before reading the next story. It fell open on a page with a folded corner. There was no date, just the familiar little hearts at the top of the page.

#Sheith
~'That night the Prince had arranged for the stable boy to visit his master chamber. He'd ordered his servants to leave him alone and only the guards remained. The stable boy was under strict instructions to wait until the Prince was asleep before he entered his room.'~

#Sheith
~'The Prince purposely took a tonic to help him sleep, his excitement too great. He drifted off into a dreamy slumber, knowing his lover would come to him. He slept naked, only half-covered, intentionally seductive and irresistible to his willing young lover.'~

#Sheith
~'The Stable boy climbed the stone steps to the master chamber. The big heavy door was already half-open, a warm glow of candle light. Quietly he peered inside, needing to be sure The Prince was asleep. He held his breath as he took in the enticing sight before him.'~

#Sheith
~'There he lay, his Prince. The bed surrounded by candles, silk sheets half-draped over his strong naked form. His face looked peaceful as he slept. The stable boy carefully slipped out of his clothes, his skin warm and soft from bathing in hot soapy water as requested.'~

#Sheith
~'His dark hair fell loosely on his pale shoulders, the lean muscles flexing as he crawled on to the big bed. Softly he caressed The Prince's taut thighs, running his slim fingers along the inside, stopping just below his firm cheeks. He gently squeezed the warm flesh.'~

#Sheith
~'The sleeping Prince groaned at his lover's touch as he grinded into the bed. This made his ass look even more tempting. His young lover breathed deeply. He wanted to make his Prince fall apart and he knew exactly how to do it. He smiled wickedly as he licked his lips.'~

#Sheith
"Goodnight Keith...sweet dreams." Shiro's voice broke Keith's concentration. He swallowed & hastily croaked a reply.
"Yeh uh night Shiro ..thanks for dinner." He exhaled.
His dick was rock hard, pushing into his mattress. He shoved a pillow under him & continued reading.

#Sheith
~'The stable boy knelt between The Prince's thighs and prized his fleshy cheeks apart. The Prince moaned, mumbling in his sleep.
"Ah..yes..mmm" His young lover hissed at the inviting sight beneath him, leaning down he flexed his tongue.'~
Keith paused to catch his breath.

#Sheithnsfw
/Shit I'm so hard/
Keith pushed into the pillow beneath him, trying to get some friction on his cock. He didn't want to come before the story ended. It was too good. Knowing Shiro wrote these words made them ten times hotter.
/I wish I could touch him like that/

#Sheithnsfw
~'The Prince arched his back, pushing his hips up towards his lover's searching tongue. The stable boy delved inside, thrusting his tongue in deeper, loving his Prince's breathy pleas for more. He knew what to do, The Prince told him exactly what he wanted.'~

#Sheithnsfw
Keith rubbed himself against the pillow. He needed to take his boxers off. The soft cotton pillowcase would feel nice and cool on his aching cock.
As he sat up he tutted.
/Damn, I need to pee/
Keith put on a t-shirt to try and hide his tenting boxers.

#Sheithnsfw
He opened the door and snuck into the bathroom. On his way back Keith noticed Shiro's door was open. He went to close it, but froze at the sound of Shiro's voice.
"Mmm..yes...hmm"
Keith peeked through the gap.
/Fuck/
There was Shiro lying butt naked on his bed.

#Sheithnsfw
Keith stepped back, his heart racing.
He listened at the door. Shiro's breathing sounded regular.
/He's asleep..go back to bed/
Keith knew he should, but his legs wouldn't move. He looked through the gap again.
/Oh look at him/
Keith bit his fist in frustration.

#Sheithnsfw slight #Somno
/I want him so much/
Keith pushed the door further open, clenching his teeth as it creaked.
He waited, trying to calm his erratic breathing.
Shiro slept soundly.
Keith gazed at his long sturdy legs, his thick thighs and big firm ass and whimpered.

#Sheithnsfw #somno
He wanted to touch him.
/Bite those juicy fucking buns/
Keith pushed his cock down between his legs, worried Shiro would wake up and see him standing there with a massive erection. He felt ashamed of his attraction to the sleeping man.
/But he's so gorgeous/

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Shiro shifted on the bed, raising his thigh, making his ass even more prominent. Keith gulped, his cock pulsing at the sight of Shiro's smooth round ass calling to him. He reached into his boxers and started stroking.
/This is so wrong/
/Yet it feels so right/

#Sheithnsfw #somno
The corners of Shiro's mouth curled into a tiny smile.
/Come on baby..take the bait/
He couldn't believe his little plan was working. He listened to Keith's staggered breaths, his whispers of admiration. Shiro pretended to moan in his sleep.
"Ah..mmmKeith"

#Sheithnsfw #somno
/He wants me/
Keith's strokes increased. He needed to get closer to Shiro. He wanted to touch him, but he knew that would cross a line. He stared open-mouthed as Shiro moved again, turning on to his back, his legs parted, his cock solid.
/Holy fuck/

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Keith felt like crying. He was so close. All he wanted was to climb on top of that big beautiful man and fuck him to the stars and back.
Shiro raised his arm over his eyes so he could spy on Keith.
He moaned again and tensed his cock. It jumped a little.

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Shiro could see the look on Keith's face.
/Oh no poor thing/
Every time his cock flexed Keith came a little bit closer, staring intently at Shiro's crotch. He moaned some more.
"Oh..Keith..mmm please." Keith reached over and touched Shiro's leg.
/Yes!/

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Keith's fingers trailed over Shiro's thigh. His touch light and gentle. The big guy hummed, still pretending to sleep. Keith inhaled sharply, his hand cupping Shiro's balls, fondling the soft skin. He tried to stay calm, scared to wake him up.

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Keith knew if Shiro woke up and freaked out it would be game over on so many levels. He could hardly breathe through his pounding heart.
He moved his hand up to Shiro's hefty cock.
/Oh my god..it's so hard..and big/
Shiro sighed, Keith's touch felt amazing.

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Keith stroked Shiro, matching his own tempo. He wished he could rub their cocks together, feel the veins & ridges, but it was too risky.
/Maybe next time?/
If it was up to Keith there would be a hundred next times.
If it was up to Shiro it would be forever.

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Shiro's breathing increased with each stroke. Keith tried to pace it so they'd come together. Shiro looked breathtaking, his broad chest expanding with every jolt of pleasure. He wanted to make him feel good. Shiro barely kept up the pretence.
/I'm gonna come/

#Sheithnsfw #somno
Shiro couldn't hold it any longer. He groaned loudly as he came all over his stomach and Keith's hand.
"Ahhh Keith...mmm..ah so good baby."
Keith tried to stay quiet as his own release erupted.
"Ah god..hngg" he held back, biting his lip so hard it bled.

#Sheithnsfw #somno
For a brief moment Keith thought he'd woken Shiro up. He watched silently as the big guy turned over and continued sleeping. His belly still covered in cum. Keith slowly backed out of the room. As he reached the landing he closed the door and ran to his room.

#Sheithnsfw
Standing in his bedroom Keith looked at his hand. Traces of Shiro's cum coated his fingers. He licked them, wanting to taste him. There was a faint salty sweet flavour, quite distinct. Keith liked it.
/It's different...like him..Shiro/
Keith smiled.
/He's amazing/

#Sheith
He changed his boxers and climbed back into bed. The journal still lay open on the bed. Keith closed it with a sigh.
/No more stories. I've got my own Prince/
/Hm yeah/
It felt a bit too similar.
Did Shiro plan it?
/I feel like I've just been played/
/No, he's too nice/

#Sheith
Across the hall in the spare room Shiro's eyes twinkled in the dim light. He couldn't remember ever feeling so good. He knew it was wicked to play such games, but his heart knew what it wanted.
/Keith/
He'd played him & now he wanted to keep him.
/My very own stable boy/

#Sheith
Early next morning Shiro woke with a huge smile and a giant erection. He could still feel Keith's fingers curling round his cock. For a few moments Shiro felt blissfully happy, but then reality washed over him.
/He thought I was asleep/
/What if that's all he wanted?/

#Sheith
Shiro felt ashamed of his devious plan. His imagination ran away with him, but then it worked.
Shiro's initial joy turned to doubt.
Did Keith like him, or had the story made him horny? If he really liked him then surely he wouldn't have rejected him the previous night?

#Sheith
He knew Keith would never have acted that way if Shiro was awake.
/It's my own fault..I wrote that story to turn him on/
Now he felt embarrassed, stupid. He didn't want things to be awkward.
/I'll just act normal/
After all, Keith thought he slept through it.
/damn/

#Sheith
In the other bedroom Keith lay staring up at the ceiling.
/What did I do?/
/I touched him while he slept/
His guilt weighed heavily on his mind. He let himself get carried away by a stupid horny story.
/No excuse..you crossed a line/
Keith felt bad.
/I'm so sorry/

#Sheith
Keith didn't know how he'd face Shiro. He hoped the big guy would think he had a wet dream or something.
/I can't tell him the truth. He'll hate me/
/But he said my name/
Keith knew full well fantasizing about someone and actually acting on it were two different things.

#Sheith
Keith turned on his side and saw the journal sticking out from under his pillow.
/I need to give it back to him/
/..but It's so good..just like him/
Keith's dick twitched as he remembered Shiro's body laid out on the bed.
/Like a big sexy angel/
/Waiting to be touched/

#Sheith
There was no way Keith would confess what happened between them. He felt too mortified by his lack of restraint. He'd never done anything like that before.
/It's just..him..Shiro/
/His face, his body..His words/
He stroked the journal.
/I love his words/
/I love him/
/Oh/

#Sheith
Keith surprised himself with his thoughts. He wasn't a romantic at all. His feet were always firmly on the ground, but for some reason he'd toppled head over heels for the big beautiful man who'd crashed into his life. He'd captured Keith's heart and thrown away the key.

#Sheith
Keith heard Shiro use the bathroom, then a tiny knock on his bedroom door.
"Keith? You awake? I'm going to make some coffee if you'd like some." Shiro's deep voice sounded husky from sleep. It made Keith's stomach flutter.
"Ok thanks, be down in a sec."
/Just stay calm/

#Sheith
Shiro needed to pretend everything was fine and nothing happened, even though his heart almost leapt out of his chest when he heard Keith enter the kitchen behind him.
/Keep it together..act normal/
He took a deep breath.
"Sleep okay?" Shiro carried on making coffee.

#Sheith
"Hm yeah..ok I guess" Keith clenched his teeth at his vague reply.
/No no no!/
He looked at Shiro preparing the coffee, humming to himself. Keith wanted to wrap his arms round the big guy and press his cheek against his broad back, hear his heart beating, feel his warmth.

#Sheith
Instead Keith also tried to act 'normal'.
"How about you? Sleep ok? Is that bed comfortable enough?"
Shiro nodded, hiding a little smile.
"Oh it's amazing. I had the best sleep in a long time. Very vivid dreams."
/Why am I saying this?/
Keith shifted uncomfortably.

#Sheith
/Don't ask..just don't../
"Oh yeah ..what did you dream about?"
/For fuck sake Keith/
He sat down at the table and smiled sheepishly as Shiro handed him a steaming cup of coffee.
"Hm..it's not so much what I dreamt, but more how it made me feel." Shiro saw Keith flinch.

#Sheith
/Leave it alone../
"It's a little weird, but it felt like someone or something touched me...intimately." Shiro couldn't help himself.
"Oh r-right..erm..that sounds a pretty intense dream." Keith sipped his coffee trying to avoid any eye contact.
/This is so wrong/

#Sheith
"I know right? It felt good though. Like a release. Maybe it's just all the stuff I'm going through. You know, letting go of my ex."
/That's it...steer it away/
Keith visibly relaxed at Shiro's explanation, but he felt awful.
/He is so sweet and I took advantage of him/

#Sheith
Shiro watched Keith out the corner of his eye. He looked unsettled, guilty.
/I don't want him to feel bad/
Shiro looked at Keith's hands, the memory of his touch stirred deep within.
They were close enough to embrace, he could reach over and take him in his arms.

#Sheith
Keith looked up from his coffee and met Shiro's gaze. For a split second they connected, hesitant for their next move. Just as it seemed like they would fall into each other's arms a loud knock at the door broke the spell.
Shiro sighed as Keith dashed out the kitchen.

#Sheith
"Eh Shiro..it's for you..I think it's about getting your stuff from next door." Keith suddenly felt very protective over the big guy. He hated how Shiro's ex was trying to belittle him, controlling how and when he could enter what was supposed to be his home.
/Bastard/

#Sheith
Shiro rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door.
Keith stood back but still within hearing distance. Shiro sounded annoyed, mildly arguing with the guy. He closed the door and quickly headed upstairs to get dressed. Keith wanted to follow him, stay close to him.

#Sheith
"Hey, everything okay?" He called up the stairs.
"Not really. I have 1 hour to get in next door and get the rest of my stuff. That guy has the key, my ex's lawyer sent him. God, I feel like a little child being ordered around by bullies!" Shiro hurried back down.

#Sheith
Just as he reached the door he turned to Keith.
"Please..will you come with me?" Shiro's eyes were full of tears.
"Yes, no problem give me a min to grab my shoes." Keith was dressed in sweatpants and the t-shirt he'd slept in but he didn't care. Shiro needed his help.

#Sheith
"Hey man, back off. Let the guy have some privacy at least!" Keith blocked the man from following Shiro into the house. It was bad enough he wouldn't let Shiro unlock the door himself.
"Go sit in the car or something..yeah yeah we'll be done in an hour!" Keith huffed.

#Sheith
"Man what a dick...oh hey come on..don't be upset." Keith walked over to Shiro who stood sobbing in what used to be the dining room.
"I'm sorry..it's j-just..I found this."
There smashed on the floor was Shiro's wedding photo. Clearly left on purpose to taunt him.

#Sheith
"I know it's over, but I never thought it would be like this. I never wanted any bad feelings. He said he didn't love me and I just agreed to the divorce. If I thought our marriage was worth saving I'd have fought for it, but I knew things had turned sour between us."

#Sheith
Keith placed his hand on Shiro's shoulder and squeezed it lightly.
"I'm sorry, man. It's harsh. If it's any consolation I think your ex is an idiot! I mean...Shiro you're.. you know..a nice guy!"
/You're a Prince...my Prince!/
Shiro blushed through his tears.
"Thanks."

#Sheith
Keith helped Shiro pack the rest of his clothes and personal effects. There were a couple of boxes in the attic with childhood stuff, so Keith got a ladder from his place. He glared at the man in the car who tapped his watch impatiently.
/I'll fucking tap your head!/

#Sheith
Once they'd packed everything up Shiro looked round the half-empty living room.
"It's weird, when we moved in I thought this place really felt like home. Now I just feel nothing. A broken memory. Just like the picture."
Keith bent to pick it up.
"No, leave it for him."

#Sheith
"Come on let's go. I don't want to spend another minute in this place." Together they hauled all the stuff round to Keith's and watched as the man locked the door. He approached Shiro with a form to sign, but the big guy refused.
"Talk to MY lawyer!" He slammed the door.

#Sheith
Shiro sat down on the sofa and looked at his stuff.
"Not much to show for a life is it?"
Keith could see the emotion on Shiro's face. He wanted to comfort him, hold him tight. He wanted to reassure him that everything would be okay, look after him.
/Make him happy/

#Sheith
While Shiro checked his stuff Keith went upstairs and changed. He wanted to get the journal and slip it into one of Shiro's boxes. His guilt over the previous night gnawed away at him, especially seeing Shiro so upset over the situation with his ex.
/He looked so fragile/

#Sheith
"You want me to take some boxes upstairs?" Keith appeared wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"No, it's ok I can do it. You've helped me so much already." Shiro didn't want to feel like an inconvenience.
"Nonsense, I'll take these two ok?" Keith insisted.
Shiro smiled softly.

#Sheith
The minute he got upstairs he grabbed the journal and shoved it in the box with a few other books.
"Everything okay?" Shiro eyed him suspiciously.
/He's put it back/
"Oh eh..just being nosey..your books." Keith grinned.
"Feel free to borrow any you like." Shiro smirked.

#Sheith
Keith felt relieved he'd returned the journal, but Shiro less so. While he felt happy he could write again, he'd hoped to entice Keith with more of his stories. Using his fiction Shiro could express those emotions he felt unable to vocalise.
/Tell him how I feel/

#Sheith
Keith checked his watch. He had work to do at the garage.
"I could pick some food up on the way home. Chinese sound good?"
Shiro nodded.
Hearing Keith say 'home' and for that to mean 'their' home gave Shiro a warm feeling in his heart. He felt included.
/Like I belong/

#Sheith
While Keith was at work Shiro moved some of his stuff into the spare room. There was an empty closet and a chest of drawers for him to use. He set about unpacking his clothes, taking the opportunity to bag up any unwanted garments for recycling.
/Fresh start all round/

#Sheith
He got half way through when he came across a pink bag. Shiro recognized it immediately as the bag containing the lingerie he bought. He tipped it up. The pale blue lace and silk spilled on to the bed. He felt the soft fabric, admiring the blue colour against his skin.

#Sheith
He smiled briefly, remembering how pretty it looked and how sexy it made him feel. He wondered if Keith would like it, but then a memory flashed through his mind of his ex's face, annoyed and ashamed. Shiro stuffed it back in the bag and tossed it on the recycle heap.

#Sheith
He didn't really want to get rid of the lingerie, but what was the point of keeping it? He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. If Keith reacted the same way as his ex it would break his heart all over again.
/Yet..He might like it/
/No..It's better this way/

#Sheith
When Keith arrived home he found a pile of Shiro's stuff stacked up by the door ready to be recycled.
"Shiro? You here? I got the food."
He heard a faint reply from upstairs. Shiro was taking a bath.
Keith looked down at his oil-smeared hands.
/Shame I can't join him/

#Sheith
He put the food in the kitchen and wandered back into the living room. A pink bag sitting on top of Shiro's stuff caught his eye.
Casually he pried it open and looked inside.
/Oh./
A flashback to the words in Shiro's journal.
/The lingerie he bought ...it's so pretty/

#Sheith
Keith imagined Shiro wearing it and immediately felt a twitch.
He guessed why the big guy didn't want to keep it, but looking at the delicate garments gave Keith an idea. He quickly ran upstairs and hid the bag in his closet. He could hear Shiro humming in the bathroom.

#Sheith
/He sounds happy ...good/
Keith still felt guilty about touching him, but decided to leave things as they were. Shiro had enough to deal with and the last thing he wanted was to drive him away. Keith had developed genuine feelings for him.
/I want him in my life/

#Sheith
Keith didn't want to push the issue while Shiro was still coming to terms with losing not just his marriage, but his home too. All he wanted was to put a smile on the big guy's face.
/Make him feel good/
Keith pictured naked Shiro.
/yeah..make him feel good every night/

#Sheith
Lost in thought Keith idly stripped off his dirty t-shirt just as Shiro emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy towel.
"Oh ..hi..sorry were you waiting for the shower?" Shiro took in Keith's grimy appearance. Tight biceps and motor oil were definitely his thing.

#Sheith
Keith felt his crotch tighten at the sight of Shiro's fleshy pecs as he imagined them in the fine lingerie. He wanted to tell him there and then how he felt, but he bit his tongue.
"Hm yeah guess I look dirty" Keith shrugged.
Shiro grinned.
/Oh baby you have no idea/

#Sheith
Keith picked up on Shiro's lingering stare and purposely carried on getting undressed.
"Not to make you shy or anything, but the boxers are coming off next!" Keith laughed as Shiro snapped out of his trance and hurried into his room.
/Damn it Shiro ..you coward/

#Sheith
While he listened to the sounds of Keith showering Shiro updated his journal. Once he heard the water stop he quickly threw on some sweatpants and a top. He placed the journal on the end of his bed and purposely left the door wide open before heading off downstairs.

#Sheith
Keith spotted the journal straight away. He fought the urge to step inside Shiro's room and quickly flick the pages, see if he'd written anything about his 'wet dream' from the previous night.
/No you said you wouldn't! It went too far!/
Keith knew he shouldn't.
/..but../

#Sheith
~'I can't stop thinking about my dream. It just felt so real. It's always been one of my favourite fantasies. The idea of someone touching me in my sleep is so hot. I wish it was real. I wish it was him touching me, just like the Prince and his lover.'~
Keith groaned.

#Sheith
/Damn. Who does he mean by 'him'? His ex...? Or someone else?/ Keith slammed the journal shut. He felt annoyed at whoever the mystery man was.
/Could it be me?/
Keith checked for any recent mentions of his name.
~'K. is so kind letting me stay..
K. helped me out..'~

#Sheith
Shiro only referred to Keith as 'K' every time and none of it described anything even remotely sexual.
/But..he said my name/
Keith realised maybe Shiro had subconsciously dreamt about him and forgotten. He did say it was more about how the dream had made him 'feel'.

#Sheith
Keith thought he liked him. Not only had Shiro said his name in his sleep, but Keith heard him in the shower.
/Still..that doesn't mean I am 'him'/
He felt conflicted in his mind. Had he misjudged Shiro's feelings towards him? Was it merely a reaction to his kindness?

#Sheith
Keith opened the journal and read the last entry again. In his earlier haste he'd missed the last part.
~'I can't wait to go to sleep later. I hope I have the same dream. I hope he comes to me. I wish things were different between us.'~
That confused Keith even more.

#Sheith
/Does he want me to do it again?/
Keith wanted nothing more, but this 'he' character was bothering him. Whoever he was Keith didn't like him!
/Shiro doesn't need him..He needs me!/
"I wish things were different between us"
/So do I big guy/
/Shit, what do I do now?/

#Sheith
Shiro busied himself unpacking and heating the Chinese food. He wondered if Keith noticed his journal. He'd purposely kept the last entry vague. He was afraid of being too obvious in case Keith wasn't serious about him.
/Maybe It's just a bit of fun to him/
/I hope not/

#Sheith
"Mmm I'm starving. You want a beer?" Keith came striding into the kitchen. He wanted to make Shiro feel relaxed.
/Oh by giving him beer? Way to go Mr night time creepy hands/
Keith hesitated.
"Or maybe a soda.."
Shiro smiled
"Actually I'm having tea it helps me sleep."

#Sheith
Shiro stared straight at Keith while he took an exaggerated sip of the tea.
"Mmm so good. I'll sleep well tonight."
Keith felt his dick quiver.
/Fuck!/
Shiro sat at the table. He watched Keith closely.
/Did he read it?/
"I hope I have nice dreams."
Keith almost choked.

#Sheith
All evening Keith felt on edge. He kept glancing at the clock, checking the time, wondering when Shiro would call it a night.
He felt torn, one half of him felt guilty, but the other half just wanted to touch, lick, suck /...and fuck.../ Shiro in every way possible.

#Sheith
At 10pm Shiro stretched his arms and pretended to yawn loudly.
"Hmm I'm beat. It's been a long, weird kind of day. I'm going to head upstairs."
"Ok sweet dreams." Keith bit his tongue, realising what he'd said.
"Mmm I hope so." Shiro winked, making Keith's face ignite.

#Sheith
Keith watched him go. He could have sworn Shiro swayed his hips a little as he wandered towards the stairs. For a big guy he moved with a calm grace that totally captivated Keith. He felt like he'd fallen under a spell and Shiro was the magician. Was it all an illusion?

#Sheith
Keith questioned everything. He was usually so level-headed, a realist, but Shiro blew that to pieces. He couldn't explain it. He felt like he wasn't just losing his heart, but his mind too. Nobody had ever made him feel so completely helpless before.
/He's like a drug/

#Sheith
Keith couldn't relax. Thirty minutes had passed since Shiro said goodnight. All he wanted to do was climb up the stairs and crawl into bed beside him. The only thing on Keith's mind was Shiro/..naked ..pleading to be touched/
Keith was already harder than he'd ever been.

#Sheithnsfw
He could feel his cock tensing in his pants. He rubbed the crotch of his jeans, flinching at the sting of his rigid member, the skin pulled tight. He bargained with himself. If Shiro left his door open he would go in, but if he'd closed it then Keith would forget it.

#Sheith
Upstairs Shiro lay on his bed. He'd stripped off completely and positioned himself half under the covers, exposing his entire left side. He left the door open just enough for Keith to catch a glimpse of his naked form. Shiro hoped it was enough.
/Please touch me again/

#Sheith
Keith switched off all the lights and slowly made his way upstairs. Too anxious to look straight at Shiro's door he kept his head down.
/Please be open/
Shiro listened to each tread, remembering his story. The stable boy climbing the stone steps to the Prince's bedroom.

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