#Sheith
Sometimes, when the noise in his head gets too loud, Shiro seeks distraction in Keith's warm body. He knows it's wrong, to call him up and ask if he can go over, but Keith never refuses. They fuck, fast and hard at first, but as Shiro's mind settles, so does their rhythm.
Sometimes, when the noise in his head gets too loud, Shiro seeks distraction in Keith's warm body. He knows it's wrong, to call him up and ask if he can go over, but Keith never refuses. They fuck, fast and hard at first, but as Shiro's mind settles, so does their rhythm.
Long deep strokes, a smooth sway of strong hips. Shiro slides in and slowly draws out of Keith's pliant body. He knows every inch of skin, every tiny mole, every scar, every flex of slender muscle. Edging closer, Keith watches him, violet eyes fixed in a loving gaze.
He knows this is all they have, all Shiro can handle, his mind still too fragile for anything more. He will allow him time to heal, give him what he needs. Keith takes his own pleasure from their time together, but he hopes one day Shiro will stay, not slip away in the darkness.
Shiro moans, a gruff feral sound. Quick sharp thrusts signal he's close. Strong hands grip tender thighs. A cry, almost painful, follows short hot breaths. Shiro comes hard, his big body trembling with release. Keith drinks him in, feels his heat, pulls him forward in an embrace.
For a while they lay, limbs entangled, on the bed. Each time a little longer, while Shiro's tears gradually fade. Gone are his frantic sobs after sex, replaced with something softer. The gentle sighs tell Keith he's worth the wait, and he will wait...a lifetime if he has to.
He feels him shift in the dark. The bed creaks as Shiro sits up. Keith pretends to sleep, but he feels the big guy linger. He lightly runs his hand over Keith's back, leans down and kisses his face. Softly he whispers, "Keith...I.." He falters, it's too soon, too raw.
Then he's gone once more, away into the night. Keith smiles, the kiss, the almost-confession, give him hope.
Shiro walks the empty streets, his mind is quiet, his thoughts soothed. For a brief moment he wanted to tell Keith how he felt, but the fear caught his throat.
/Next time/
Shiro walks the empty streets, his mind is quiet, his thoughts soothed. For a brief moment he wanted to tell Keith how he felt, but the fear caught his throat.
/Next time/
Both know there will be a next time, and another after that, as many times as it takes.
Eventually, Shiro will tell Keith how he feels, that he loves him, that he saved him.
Until then, Keith waits, his heart full of love and hope for the day Shiro finally comes home to stay.
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Eventually, Shiro will tell Keith how he feels, that he loves him, that he saved him.
Until then, Keith waits, his heart full of love and hope for the day Shiro finally comes home to stay.
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