Keith stumbled through Lance’s and Pidge’s dorm room, dizzy from
the fair share of shots he’d had with the others a while ago. It really
was pretty small for eight people to comfortably fit in.
and Allura were sitting on Pidge’s bed, Pidge with her legs crossed and
shyly looking up at Allura who was currently gesturing and talking
animatedly. Her cheeks were rosy. She seemed to become the chatty type
Hunk sat on Lance’s bed, leaning against the wall, and
looked amused at Lance’s dancing technique. Lance was quite
the…extravagant dancer. One who needed a lot of space to unfold – quite
literally – freely.
And that was not the best thing to do in a
small room built to contain two people. His arms and legs often glided
through the air and bumped into some of the furniture.
could in fact dance decently. He just abandoned all of the memorised
movements in favour of letting lose when drunk. Then nothing could stop
him and from time to time some of the other party goers ended up getting
slapped in the face.
But who Keith was looking for was – Shiro.
Shiro, who stared quite intensely at Keith when he crossed the room. It
made him feel even hotter than before, his face already flushed.
always felt incredibly warm when having drunk alcohol. He had already
pulled up his t-shirt at the front and tied it into a knot so at least
his belly wasn’t covered by irritating fabric.
Shiro sat on the
only chair in the room, with his back to the desk. Keith felt a bit bold
and in an attempt to look sexy he glided over to Shiro and slid onto
the table top.
It was an unfamiliar feeling being able to look down to meet Shiro’s gaze. Normally he was the small one and rather happy with that; Keith liked tall men.
“Hey there, big one”, Shiro teased as he looked up.
grinned at him. It felt good acting confident around Shiro, not being a
blushing mess. Which he returned to when Shiro leaned up and grabbed
Keith’s heart nearly stopped in his chest and his breath left him.