[He's slowly, carefully, trying to move out from behind Lance, slip to the other end of the tub to properly wash his own hair with enough elbow room and such. He's in the process of squeezing shampoo into a hand again, ends up overdoing it entirely because of that question.....]
[Therein he'll slip past him, sitting just in front of him, legs drawn to his chest while already scooping handfuls of water for that mullet of his. If they hadn't done any of that....who knows. Keith's not the most attune to his -- wasn't the most aware of these latent desires of his. Sure, in hindsight it's easy to say he'd had a crush on Lance for some time, but with a war going on and adjusting to this planet, dealing with terrorist attacks and such...it's nothing short of a miracle that they'd been able to find a quiet place for themselves, so on and so forth.
There's a distant smile, though lacking cheer.]
Probably not.
[While soaking his hair a bit, an idle distraction from that somber realization. Maybe that's why people say everything happens for a reason.]
[ lance looks briefly stricken by that, but then he's making a soft sound in the back of his throat, agreeing. he can't really deny that things back home were different. that even if he eventually did come to understand and accept his feelings, he would have had to wonder if they would have even had the time to have a chance.
then again, somehow, they'd found the time here. maybe they would have found it there too...? ]
Tilt your head back, [ he says after a while. he unfurls from himself, moving so that he's leaning over keith. he's slipping an arm around his back, holding him steady to aid him in leaning back, just enough to dip his head into the water. ]
[He's hesitant to comply, only because he doesn't want to completely submerge in the tub. It'd be fine and he'd live, but he just. Doesn't want to. And if Lance were to drop him...]
It was fine how I was doing it...
[Tediously wetting his hair with handfuls of water. He'll grip either side of the tub, deciding to comply with Lance's way only after a six second delay and his own safety net.]
[ look it's fine, consider this preemptive practice for when lance romantically dips him during the future gala.
i was gonna make this sexy but i changed my mind i'll just make it sweet, here's lance gently running his free hand through keith's hair, combing all the suds and such out. ]
For what it's worth, [ he'll start, like they'd been having his conversation this whole time, ] I'm pretty sure I had some feelings for you back home anyway.
[ whether or not he would've realized or done something about it is another matter entirely... ]
Keith eventually helps, releasing the porcelain to finger though his hair. It's longer than Lance's, requires more effort.]
We were rivals back home.
[Whatever that means; it was all pretty gay from the start.]
...But I think I know what you mean.
[Not to toot his own horn; on the contrary, he...likely had some unclear feelings for Lance too. Stuff that barely stretched past the idea of friendship, but nothing he would've thought to be a crush. Too many distractions and no desire to truly get close to anybody (Shiro snuck in by accident, dadzo--brozone) might've hindered that.]
[ them being rivals, he means. or does he mean the feelings thing? who even knows. it's all so complicated, but a lot of it is pretty much just what ifs at this point (until they're thrown back in with no recollection of el nysa again...) so maybe dwelling on it isn't the most productive thing. ]
All done.
[ he combs out the last of the suds from keith's hair, slipping back so that he's no longer dipping the guy. he lifts his hands and wiggles his fingers at him in a playful gesture. ]
[Hmph. Lance McLame? Never heard of him. He'll pull himself up with that, shake his head a bit like a dog (because he can do that, as an animated cartoon, and have his hair ....nah it looks all whipped around and funny. Better than the slicked-back look...maybe.
Probably not. Gotta try that for the gayla.]
No. [While scooting forward.] I forgot to do yours.
[Which is the only reason he's declining, and scooting forward so their groins are basically touching?? wholesome.
[ he makes a soft noise out of reflex, because how else do you respond to your partner bumping uglies with you like that. but don't worry, he won't go all horndog on you (y...et??) and instead will reach around to start running his (soapless) hands over keith's back. demonstrating. ]
We can do each others at the same time. See? Like this.
[He's shuffling closer still -- if even possible; his legs hook themselves around Lance's middle, all for the sake of better access of course.]
Aright.
[Easily convinced. The touches to his back are nice, with or without soap. No homo. He'll grab the bottle of frou-frou bead-soap to start 'em off, applying some to the palm of his hand and offering it over just after....]
[Of course, Keith's taking this as Lance accusing him of regularly using his stanky soaps and such, which he does not. His fingers work a small amount of that HIGH QUALITY body wash into his back, starting as low as he can -- at the water line.]
We cuddle way too much for you to not smell like me.
[ koala keith... keithala...
anyway, lance is mimicking the other's movements, though he doesn't really let the water stop him. his hands still manage to be pretty soapy as he runs them all over his back, rear, even along the legs keith's got wrapped around his waist. ]
Lance is being a Kind Boy, washing his Butt and whatnot. Meanwhile Keith's getting tense and weird about it, despite accommodating those motions. When did Lance get so comfortable...]
You don't have to do all that.
[While slowly sudsing up his shoulders, arms, chest -- slowly because he's being sssssssssssshy now.]
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after a time, his voice filters back in, soft. ]
Need me to do yours next...?
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But it all comes out at one point or another, and Lance isn't any balder for it.]
I can do it. [Shoulder tap, indicating he's free to sit up a bit.] You're falling asleep anyway.
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he's quiet for a few moments. ]
Hey... You think we would've still gotten together if our universe hadn't ended?
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What? [He heard u, actually.] It didn't end.
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You know what I mean.
[ though maybe his inanswer is answer enough... ]
If we hadn't ended up here. Gone to that lagoon together...
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There's a distant smile, though lacking cheer.]
Probably not.
[While soaking his hair a bit, an idle distraction from that somber realization. Maybe that's why people say everything happens for a reason.]
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then again, somehow, they'd found the time here. maybe they would have found it there too...? ]
Tilt your head back, [ he says after a while. he unfurls from himself, moving so that he's leaning over keith. he's slipping an arm around his back, holding him steady to aid him in leaning back, just enough to dip his head into the water. ]
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It was fine how I was doing it...
[Tediously wetting his hair with handfuls of water. He'll grip either side of the tub, deciding to comply with Lance's way only after a six second delay and his own safety net.]
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i was gonna make this sexy but i changed my mind i'll just make it sweet, here's lance gently running his free hand through keith's hair, combing all the suds and such out. ]
For what it's worth, [ he'll start, like they'd been having his conversation this whole time, ] I'm pretty sure I had some feelings for you back home anyway.
[ whether or not he would've realized or done something about it is another matter entirely... ]
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Keith eventually helps, releasing the porcelain to finger though his hair. It's longer than Lance's, requires more effort.]
We were rivals back home.
[Whatever that means; it was all pretty gay from the start.]
...But I think I know what you mean.
[Not to toot his own horn; on the contrary, he...likely had some unclear feelings for Lance too. Stuff that barely stretched past the idea of friendship, but nothing he would've thought to be a crush. Too many distractions and no desire to truly get close to anybody (Shiro snuck in by accident, dadzo--brozone) might've hindered that.]
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[ them being rivals, he means. or does he mean the feelings thing? who even knows. it's all so complicated, but a lot of it is pretty much just what ifs at this point (until they're thrown back in with no recollection of el nysa again...) so maybe dwelling on it isn't the most productive thing. ]
All done.
[ he combs out the last of the suds from keith's hair, slipping back so that he's no longer dipping the guy. he lifts his hands and wiggles his fingers at him in a playful gesture. ]
Want me to get your back?
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[Hmph. Lance McLame? Never heard of him. He'll pull himself up with that, shake his head a bit like a dog (because he can do that, as an animated cartoon, and have his hair ....nah it looks all whipped around and funny. Better than the slicked-back look...maybe.
Probably not. Gotta try that for the gayla.]
No. [While scooting forward.] I forgot to do yours.
[Which is the only reason he's declining, and scooting forward so their groins are basically touching?? wholesome.
Gotta remedy this oversight.]
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We can do each others at the same time. See? Like this.
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Aright.
[Easily convinced. The touches to his back are nice, with or without soap. No homo. He'll grab the bottle of frou-frou bead-soap to start 'em off, applying some to the palm of his hand and offering it over just after....]
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Now you're gonna smell even more like me.
[ hue hue hue... ]
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[Of course, Keith's taking this as Lance accusing him of regularly using his stanky soaps and such, which he does not. His fingers work a small amount of that HIGH QUALITY body wash into his back, starting as low as he can -- at the water line.]
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[ koala keith... keithala...
anyway, lance is mimicking the other's movements, though he doesn't really let the water stop him. his hands still manage to be pretty soapy as he runs them all over his back, rear, even along the legs keith's got wrapped around his waist. ]
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Lance is being a Kind Boy, washing his Butt and whatnot. Meanwhile Keith's getting tense and weird about it, despite accommodating those motions. When did Lance get so comfortable...]
You don't have to do all that.
[While slowly sudsing up his shoulders, arms, chest -- slowly because he's being sssssssssssshy now.]
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[ them's just the facts ok! ]
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It's just a bath. [Hmph. Trying to convince himself, like they've had the most chase of relationships.] Don't make it weird.
[While squashing his cheeks together. Meanwhile their dicks are touching...]
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which is really just him leaning closer, pursing those fishlips at keith in a taunting manner. ]
What, you don't think this kinda thing's intimate??
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[He's leaning away, releasing his face to shove that palm into his forehead, holding him back...for now...]
We're just washing off...!
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Yeah, but it's like sleeping together! We're our most vulnerable!
[ stop this.. he will lick your hand ]
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[No. Not Keith. Not once in his life. Don't even think about talking shit.]
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[ ... he's just gonna give his boyfriend a Look, while pointedly running his fingers along his sides.
tickle tickle... ]
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