[ it always hits lance a little too late. their closeness, the way keith's eyes light up whenever he's feeling particularly good about himself—
lance's hands flex over keith's wrist, and for a moment all he can do is just. stare down but not too down and realize that maybe, right now, naked and slick as they both are, maybe trying to overpower the other boy isn't the best of ideas.
so he swallows around whatever pathetic comeback his mind had attempted to cobble together, and he stammers around a blush instead. ]
Wh-Whatever, man... Hurry and finish up, I can't concentrate with you in here... being all stupid and stuff.
Keith's pretty much done. Super done, if Lance no longer needs him for a backwash. He's rinsing his hands free as soon as Lance does an about-face (was he blushing? whatevs), scrubbing his hands between his stomach and the water spray to wrap the job up faster.
It's less than a minute and he's stepping out of the shower to grab a towel. The closest available one. Probably Lance's designated towel. He's patting over his body, scrubbing his hair with it, but ultimately winding it around his waist and tucking the fabric into itself so it...stays.
[ in the shower lance will remain, though, still facing the wall and the taps, hands pressed flat against the tile...
he waits a full five beats after keith steps out of the area before daring to breathe again, reaching hastily for the knob that turns the water nearly ice-cold because
[By the time Lance overcomes his gay panic, Keith's mostly dry, happy in his pajamas and covered from head to toe under a blanket on the couch, happy to not be dead in a marsh and, instead, trying to figure out who, within his contacts, would care to discuss the large hadron collider creating a shift in reality when it booted up, a la Olympia.]
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lance's hands flex over keith's wrist, and for a moment all he can do is just. stare down but not too down and realize that maybe, right now, naked and slick as they both are, maybe trying to overpower the other boy isn't the best of ideas.
so he swallows around whatever pathetic comeback his mind had attempted to cobble together, and he stammers around a blush instead. ]
Wh-Whatever, man... Hurry and finish up, I can't concentrate with you in here... being all stupid and stuff.
[ ha! take that!!!
...
okay cue one hasty retreat let him live ]
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Keith's pretty much done. Super done, if Lance no longer needs him for a backwash. He's rinsing his hands free as soon as Lance does an about-face (was he blushing? whatevs), scrubbing his hands between his stomach and the water spray to wrap the job up faster.
It's less than a minute and he's stepping out of the shower to grab a towel. The closest available one. Probably Lance's designated towel. He's patting over his body, scrubbing his hair with it, but ultimately winding it around his waist and tucking the fabric into itself so it...stays.
La la la la la.]
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he waits a full five beats after keith steps out of the area before daring to breathe again, reaching hastily for the knob that turns the water nearly ice-cold because
well.
none of your business, that's why!! ]
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