( it's not fine, it's just one more thing in a string of things that keith's done without thinking or contemplating his actions. no matter how old he gets, he still seems to make these kinds of stupid mistakes. he can just squash it down with all the other stupid things he's done that've hurt or made others feel bad. sometimes he misses being young and stupid and pretending that everything he did didn't hurt him in return.
how is it fair that he feels miserable with a boner? this sucks.
he sighs again and carefully sits down. at least the coolness of the floor helps — barely — against the back of his thighs. there's just the tiniest huff of breath that manages to sound slightly like a laugh. )
Would've figured peaches gave you boners, not apples and grapes.
( an attempt was made. but, then he reaches behind himself and the sound of a zipper opening can be heard like a freaking gunshot. or, at least, that's how it sounds to keith in spite of it actually being a very soft szzz. he swallows thickly. )
It's too hot. ( he offers by way of a sorry explanation. ) This collar around my neck is too much.
[ there's a hollow laugh in response to keith's attempt. An Attempt was definitely Made, and to be honest? it was a pretty good one. if lance weren't in such a delicate situation, he would have rightfully given keith's humor its due praise. but at the moment he can't stop his ears from ringing with the word boner — as if keith putting voice to it somehow makes their reality that much more real — or the very, very obvious sound of a zipper being undone.
he sits up straight, spine going rigid, and it takes all the will power he has not to glance over his shoulder. there are multiple openings to this suit, after all, for ease of convenience so for a wild, wild second, lance wonders just what, exactly, keith has undone
and while the explanation he offers is... comforting, in one way, it's also not all that helpful in another. he rubs his hands over his face, making a pitiful sound behind it. curse his wild imagination, honestly. when will his brain ever give him peace? ]
I'm gonna need you to not say things like that, man...
( eventually, at some point maybe, they're going to look back on this and laugh. imagine! getting sucked (lol) onto some weird planet and eating spiked food so you get turned on. hi-larious, right? but, right now everything seems so weird and Intense and almost like keith is having some sort of outer-body experience.
he blushes furiously, so thankful it's dark and can't be seen (little does he know his face has been flushed for a while and lance likely already saw it — how soon keith forgets lance already asked him about this lmao, but he's not working with full-on brain power right now). and honestly? he has no idea what lance doesn't want him to say anymore. logically he thinks it's boner, because he isn't well versed enough in kink to think about collars in any kind of sexy sense.
so, he rests his elbows against his thighs and proceeds to hunch himself over so he can cover his face with his hands. when he finally speaks up again, his voice is muffled by said hands. )
[ lance, in turn, opts for not saying anything at all too. he doesn't want to accidentally make things even more uncomfortable, even if, in a way, they've both sort of settled into a grim silent understanding. he's still hot all over, but he kind of misses the idle crackling of the fire.
before long, he's rising up to his feet. no amount of meditation or breathing exercises is helping to get rid of this boner, and it's bound to drive him nuts (ha) sooner or later. ]
Well. There's no point in both of us sitting here with problems. [ yeah, no, he's not ready to full on say "boners" so freely, you can't make him! ] I think I'm gonna... see if I can't find a room to — take care of this.
[ he shifts on his feet so he's still somewhat keeping his problem out of sight, while also not really glancing keith's way either. trying to offer up what privacy they can have. is it going to be weird to whack off knowing keith knows what he's doing, even if he is in a whole other room? sure. but some things are just necessary at this point. and, again... there's something comforting about knowing this is all happening with someone who already has a number of reason to think poorly of him, and still doesn't. so. that's gotta amount to something, right?
he makes it to the stairwell before he's turning towards keith again, one hand rubbing at the back of a heated neck. ]
Hey... It might have turned out a little weird, but. You still got us fed, Keith. That's what's most important here.
( keith's feeling like he's going to crawl out of his skin sooner rather than later and is contemplating how to tell lance he's just going to go out for a little bit and pretend that they both don't know what that means. but, lance saves him a little bit of face by going to take care of his "problem" first. and in a way he's grateful for that. he still feels really guilty, but it's mollified, if only for a moment, by lance easing the situation.
he makes a sound of acknowledgment that he heard, but offers no more than that. as soon as he knows lance is gone and out of sight, he's going to bolt out the front and find someplace for himself. it's probably best they don't taint where they're sleeping with their nasties.
but, as he pushes to get up to his feet, lance says something else and keith kind of just stops. he clears his throat. )
Yeah. ( well, on the one hand it's not like they can go without food forever, so they'd have to eat something eventually. but it would've been nice to know before hand so they could've just eaten alone. ) Pretty sure it's more than just a little, but. I get it. ( softer, ) Thanks.
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how is it fair that he feels miserable with a boner? this sucks.
he sighs again and carefully sits down. at least the coolness of the floor helps — barely — against the back of his thighs. there's just the tiniest huff of breath that manages to sound slightly like a laugh. )
Would've figured peaches gave you boners, not apples and grapes.
( an attempt was made. but, then he reaches behind himself and the sound of a zipper opening can be heard like a freaking gunshot. or, at least, that's how it sounds to keith in spite of it actually being a very soft szzz. he swallows thickly. )
It's too hot. ( he offers by way of a sorry explanation. ) This collar around my neck is too much.
( lol )
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he sits up straight, spine going rigid, and it takes all the will power he has not to glance over his shoulder. there are multiple openings to this suit, after all, for ease of convenience so for a wild, wild second, lance wonders just what, exactly, keith has undone
and while the explanation he offers is... comforting, in one way, it's also not all that helpful in another. he rubs his hands over his face, making a pitiful sound behind it. curse his wild imagination, honestly. when will his brain ever give him peace? ]
I'm gonna need you to not say things like that, man...
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he blushes furiously, so thankful it's dark and can't be seen (little does he know his face has been flushed for a while and lance likely already saw it — how soon keith forgets lance already asked him about this lmao, but he's not working with full-on brain power right now). and honestly? he has no idea what lance doesn't want him to say anymore. logically he thinks it's boner, because he isn't well versed enough in kink to think about collars in any kind of sexy sense.
so, he rests his elbows against his thighs and proceeds to hunch himself over so he can cover his face with his hands. when he finally speaks up again, his voice is muffled by said hands. )
Sorry. I'm just not going to say anything else.
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before long, he's rising up to his feet. no amount of meditation or breathing exercises is helping to get rid of this boner, and it's bound to drive him nuts (ha) sooner or later. ]
Well. There's no point in both of us sitting here with problems. [ yeah, no, he's not ready to full on say "boners" so freely, you can't make him! ] I think I'm gonna... see if I can't find a room to — take care of this.
[ he shifts on his feet so he's still somewhat keeping his problem out of sight, while also not really glancing keith's way either. trying to offer up what privacy they can have. is it going to be weird to whack off knowing keith knows what he's doing, even if he is in a whole other room? sure. but some things are just necessary at this point. and, again... there's something comforting about knowing this is all happening with someone who already has a number of reason to think poorly of him, and still doesn't. so. that's gotta amount to something, right?
he makes it to the stairwell before he's turning towards keith again, one hand rubbing at the back of a heated neck. ]
Hey... It might have turned out a little weird, but. You still got us fed, Keith. That's what's most important here.
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he makes a sound of acknowledgment that he heard, but offers no more than that. as soon as he knows lance is gone and out of sight, he's going to bolt out the front and find someplace for himself. it's probably best they don't taint where they're sleeping with their nasties.
but, as he pushes to get up to his feet, lance says something else and keith kind of just stops. he clears his throat. )
Yeah. ( well, on the one hand it's not like they can go without food forever, so they'd have to eat something eventually. but it would've been nice to know before hand so they could've just eaten alone. ) Pretty sure it's more than just a little, but. I get it. ( softer, ) Thanks.