[ Holt family members were made of stronger stuff than most; Shiro held onto that because it meant a better chance of finding their father. It'll be easier knowing Matt's alive; hope isn't something tangible but having a bit of it again when things were so dire was nice.
Nice is the way Matt looks in that shirt. Nicer still is the way Matt looks up at him, lip bite and all. The suggestion following gets a moment of consideration and an undignified snicker at the idea of it. Nicest, however, is Matt leaning in to kiss him. Shiro slides his hands from Matt's chest and settles the Galra hand over tshirt and the human one up to curl in his hair gently. When he draws back for a breath, he nudges Matt toward the bed and steps back a touch so they don't trip all over each other. ]
So are we saying that line wouldn't work?
[ He leans in for another kiss, still smiling, only to pull away before he gets too distracted. ]
Come on, it's warmer under the covers.
it's w/e I can roll with it!! also do we get to revoke these idiots adult cards yet because really
[ As much he likes kissing Shiro, all the little touches he keeps giving him are somehow even better. They're gentle, kind, and they make him feel connected to the world again in a way that doesn't involve being stuck behind ten monitors. He loves the rebels, but his job doesn't always him direct contact with even them for extended periods of time sometimes, and he's starting to realize he's missed being with people so much more than he realized. ]
It might, just because it's you, but I think you can do better. [ is that a dare, or is he just trying to goad Shiro into giving him ammunition to make fun of him later? who's to say.
He can't help but be disappointed as Shiro pulls away from him, but he does have a point. They should probably get into bed already. But instead of retreating, he grins and grabs Shiro by the waist, trying to pull him along for the ride. ]
fucking honestly tho like human disasters the both of them
[ He's gotten too used to falling - the fighting, training version, to be caught unaware but he does let himself get caught and tugged into the bed and then because he's an asshole, one-ups Matt. He falls on top of him; not so hard that he'll hurt Matt, but enough that he's solidly covering him and braces one arm just above Matt's shoulder to look down at him. ]
Now you're stuck.
[ Oh no, clearly. Shiro steals a kiss and then rolls onto his side next to Matt, draping an arm around him. Off on the nightstand is the tablet; sometimes it's used for battle plans and reviewing Altean or whatever other language he's trying to familiarize himself with. Sometimes it's for movies, though that's rarer. ]
Better than your shirt would look better on my floor? That's honestly my best line, I hate to disappoint you.
[ Like Matt could even complain about having Shiro on top of him. The weight feels good, and Shiro really has no idea how attractive he is staring down at him like that. It's a little compromising, but he can't even be flustered by it with the view. ]
Stuck? I think you'd be surprised.
[ He kind of wishes they could have stayed like that just a tiny bit longer, but he knows where that road would have led, so maybe this is better. Maybe worse? He feels like such a teenager it's ridiculous. ]
A little disappointed, but if you want it off of me that badly....
[ he remembers they're supposed to be watching something, and makes a glance to Shiro's tablet, but doesn't really bother reaching for it. ]
I feel like even if we did watch a movie I wouldn't be able to pay attention to it. You're really distracting, you know that?
into a locker and then steal their lunch money tbh
[ The sheets are cold but with the combined heat of two bodies, one of which runs extremely warm, it doesn't take long for them to acclimate. Shiro spreads his hand over Matt's belly and then skims it over his side, dragging his fingers in warm, lazy circles over where the tshirt covers the jut of his hip. ]
Pidge did mention that you could hold your own when she found you. Was that rebel training?
[ There were classes in the Garrison, sure, but using a staff like that wasn't something that was commonly taught. Then again, he hadn't paid attention to all of Matt's classes - that would've been weird.
It takes some shifting to get properly comfortable but he manages after a few moments, hooking his chin over Matt's shoulder, squeezing his hip at the comment about him being distracting. ]
[ Man... Man this this nice. Matt gives a contented sigh, taking the moment to stare into Shiro's eyes. He'd always thought there was something kind of soft about them, but it turns they're pretty easy to get lost in, too. ]
That's part of it, but I always already building up some strength in the prison camps. They... work you pretty hard. Training helped. Having to deal with bounty hunters helped more. I guess I've been getting a lot of hands on experience.
[ Honestly, the combat classes at the Garrison were the one and only aspect of his education he hadn't taken very seriously. He's always preferred cleverness and diplomacy. But out here, he'd finally learned that none of those things were mutually exclusive, and being able to hold own his own was an extremely useful tool that he needed to keep up with. He's glad he finally learned.
He frowns a little when Shiro squeezes his hip. He can claim he's not doing anything, but he has a hard time believing he could be this oblivious. ]
Are you serious? You're driving me crazy. In a good way, I mean.
[ Getting into the specifics of just how much the camps were awful isn't what he really wants to do, so he doesn't dig into it. He knows what the Galra are capable of. He can guess at some of the things that he and Sam went through. He's just grateful they've escaped. They're safe. ]
You should come to training in the mornings with us. It'd be good to get an idea of where you and the others are; it'll help us when we ask certain people to go on missions.
[ Sometimes, you sent whoever was available. But where and whenever possible, they tried to make the best choice about who to send where, to make sure that it got done and there were minimal casualties. This isn't work, though, and they're not supposed to be working. Technically, they're supposed to be watching a movie but even that is a big if.
Teasingly, his fingers dragging up Matt's side in a way that's far too slow and lingering to be anything but intentional: ]
You think this is bad? What are you gonna do when I actually do something, huh?
I don't mind, but are you sure? You guys have your own thing going on, and so do we. I don't want to throw too big a wrench into things, you know?
[ His heart beats a little faster at how slow and deliberate Shiro's touch is, and he could swear under breath, except that he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Were they always this competitive? They used to mess with each other all the time, sure, but Matt had usually been content to let Shiro be a few steps ahead of him. Technically, he had been ahead of him back then, no matter how close they were. Now they can finally be equals, and it's... actually really refreshing. ]
Yeah? Were you already planning on making a move, then?
[ and he's grinning, just daring Shiro to call his bluff. ]
What? No, you're -- none of you are. We're all aiming for the same goal; it makes sense to help each other out where we can.
[ One foot slides over, tucks itself in against both of Matt's. It's not quite footsie since they're in bed but the little bit of affection is still nice all the same and he can't quite get over that he's able to do this. That it's allowed.
Better still: he feels normal, right now. They're on a castleship, sure. He's a Paladin of a giant robot, sure. But right now, they're in bed being ridiculous and Matt's breathing right next to him and Shiro's just so glad that he doesn't know what to do with himself, not really. Not until Matt makes that comment and the competitive side of him flares back into existence. ]
I guess, since you're here and all.
[ Also, because he really, really missed the easiness of kissing and really, really likes kissing Matt. It takes a bit of shifting to get his Galra arm underneath himself but then he folds in over Matt and kisses him again, a little warmer, a little more intent to it this time as his hand strokes up Matt's belly. ]
Oh, I know that. But this this coalition has a lot of little subgroups in it that are used to operating in totally different ways. If we try to force too much, it might get a little messy to maneuver. ... But I guess you already knew that, sorry.
[ it suddenly dawns on him that he's talking to Shiro, who is basically at the head of operations for a reason, and that reason is because he does a really good job at it. He doesn't need to be told how to do his job. ]
You guess?
[ he should know better than to take the bait, but he does, and he's a little vindicated. But Shiro kisses him before he can say anything else, and all he can do is return it with just as much intent. He wonders briefly if Shiro really means this or if he's just posturing because of what he said. Then he realizes he doesn't actually care either way. His hands move to the waistband of Shiro's sweatpants, stroking his hips a little before sliding up his shirt. He half caresses the skin of his back, half tries to pull him a little closer so he can kiss him a little deeper, feel a little more of his warmth against him.
God. Shiro joked about what he'd do, but it looks like he was right. Matt's already starting to get a little overwhelmed. He guesses that's what happens when you haven't really touched anyone for so long. ]
[ It makes sense; there's a delicate balance to hold when they have this many moving parts to deal with. The last thing they want to do is upset things where they're already working. The best bet is to figure out how to integrate all the different working parts without disrupting things too much, but that's something that'll take more than a little night time musing to figure out.
Besides: he'd be an idiot to ignore the fact that he's got Matt pressed up against him and the blankets are warm around them. He goes easily where he's tugged or pulled, always careful to keep the majority of his weight braced on his own arm or arms if the position allows. When he slides a thigh up between Matt's own, he uses that to brace himself and adjust, giving him the room to slide his own hand up the front of Matt's shirt (or, Shiro's shirt that Matt wore). The thought of it still sent a little thrill through him; when he finally breaks away to catch his breath, he grins down at Matt, licking over his lips. ]
As much fun as this is, I don't -- you're really distracting.
[ It's a compliment, both in meaning and in the earnest way Shiro dips down and kisses him again like he can't help himself. He's hyper aware of the hands on his back, and the gold of Matt's eyes this close. ]
I just wanted to know what you want.
[ It's a sort of lame finish when his thigh is just shy of being pressed against Matt's dick and he's got a hand up the front of his shirt, but still. ]
[ Distracting is one way of putting it. It's almost not fair. The feel of Shiro's skin under his hands and his lips pressed against his own are enough; Shiro's hand on stomach, the hotness of his breath, his thigh so close yet not quite close enough are exhilarating. Should he really be this excited or is he just pathetic and desperate?
... Okay, probably pathetic and desperate. Which is probably why he laughs and his face feels a little warm when Shiro asks him what he wants. Truthfully, he hadn't exactly thought that part through. Or maybe it's hard to admit point blank because it's weird talking about. But his smile, at least, is confident. ]
Honestly? To push you over, pull your shirt off, and keep kissing you. I... haven't really thought much further than that.
[ Attraction is short-sighted, or something like that. Actually, Matt's just a little impressed with himself that he could even say that with a straight face. But then he hesitates. ]
Is this too much? I don't think I even know what normal boundaries are like anymore, Shiro.
[ It's the nature of the beast—being out in space for so long just does things to people. Wars do things people. Periods of isolation do things to people. Trying to remember what social expectations were like back on the peace of Earth is almost impossible. ]
shakes fist at work. ALSO U COWARDS, DREAMWORKS, GIVE US SCARRED SHIRO
[ It's laughably easy to get Shiro to cooperate with whatever Matt wants right now, really. He hasn't considered where he wants things to go either; he'd known that when he suggested Matt spend the night that there was a chance they wouldn't watch a single movie. As far as he was concerned, the options were, sleeping, actually watching movies and maybe cuddling, and this though he'd worried about suggesting anything close to the latter.
Normally, this sort of thing came with some conversation beforehand. Normally didn't really apply when they'd been kidnapped by aliens, though. ]
It's not too much. Just, you know. Not exactly pretty, so.
[ He's not ashamed of it, but it'd taken ages for him to wear the tshirt instead of the long-sleeves that he'd sported for the longest time. ]
[ It takes Matt about half a second longer than it should to realize what Shiro's talking about, but when he does, his expression softens. Not pity, but understanding; he knows a little well what it can be like out there. ]
Come on, Shiro. You know I don't care about that. And if it makes you feel any better, I've got a few extra marks too.
[ He has a feeling they don't really compare to what Shiro's been through; he might not know the details, but he's not stupid. He knows enough about what the Galra are like to hazard some guesses, and that's not a conversation he would ever force Shiro to have. But he also doesn't shy away from action anymore, so he's been in some pretty nasty scrapes himself.
Which gives him a thought. He can joke about pushing Shiro down and stripping him, but ultimately when he moves away, it's to pull off his own shirt instead, so Shiro can see how much he's changed. How he's packed on more muscle, picked up more scars. Maybe its presumptuous to compare, because his differences are... different, but definitely not extreme. But, if he's lucky, it'll help keep them on even ground. It feels strangely exposing, considering he's grown used to wearing long sleeves and a cloak on a near-constant basis, but that doesn't really matter right now. ]
i know they can't 'cause it's a kids show but cmon
[ Well, he didn't for sure, but he suspected. Having confirmation is nice. Shiro gives him a slightly lopsided little smile and after another beat of hesitation, goes to his knees. He hooks his fingers under the shirt and rather than tossing it, neatly folds it; old habits die hard.
Then: Matt's bare too, and Shiro's utterly distracted by the long, pale line of him against the dark gray of his sheets. He's filled out more, lean muscle underneath the cloth of Shiro's shirt. It's good - Matt was always attractive to him, glasses and short, messy hair, but now, he's -- ]
Wow.
[ It's soft and a little breathlessly appreciative; Shiro reaches a hand out, skims it up from where his hip dips down and trails further until a thumb brushes over one of his nipples on the way up. He dips down to press his lips to the nearest scar, lingering and then rocks back, rolling his shoulders a little anxiously. It's not as bad as it could have been; some aliens weren't given a healing chamber to tend their wounds. Shiro was, for some of the worse fights. They couldn't have their Champion dead of infection. There's still the handprint from where he'd escaped again and had to cauterize it himself, still pink. There's various scars that are clearly from stab or claw marks, and a set of scars along his belly like something tried to take a bite out of his right side. ]
not even one under the short sleeve though /shakes fist
[ As much as Matt like to joke about how attractive he is, if someone had told him he'd elicit that kind of response a year ago, he probably wouldn't have believed them. He'd always been fairly lean in an average sort of way, and where he is now is result of a lot of hard work. He knows that and he's proud of that—but prouder still that he can get that kind of response out of Shiro of all people. Man, does that feel good. What's better is the thrill of realizing they're both half naked, and the feel of Shiro's hand sliding up him, and he has to repress a shudder. When Shiro leans in to kiss his torso, Matt moves his hands up, letting his fingers run through Shiro's hair. One falls to wayside as he draws away, the other Matt lets be pulled back with him, lightly brushing his temple with his thumb as he can finally take in the sights.
The scars, though he he expected them, hurt a little to see, and he wonders about some of the stories about them, but he knows the general gist of them—the Galra—and he knows better than anyone that's not something you just bring up casually. Maybe they can tell those stories someday, but right now, he just wants to focus on how angular Shiro's chest is. Tight, a solid mass of muscle. Wow doesn't even cover it; he's almost breathless at how gorgeous he is. He's always known, but it's different when they're so close like this, when the contact is so much more personal. ]
I'm honestly a little intimidated. You're—man.
[ He starts to move in to press down on Shiro, trying to maneuver his own weight against him because he knows he's not quite strong enough to overpower him with just brute strength, but he hesitates part of the way in. He has next to no experience in this, and it's... Yeah, it definitely makes him a little nervous. ]
Hey... Are we really doing this? [ There's still some time for them to pull back and cool off. It won't be easy but it's not too late yet. ] I know what I said earlier, but I don't want you to think the only reason I'm here is... for this.
[ Not that he minds it by any stretch, but Shiro is what's important here, not the rest. ]
i had a half-written tag and my computer restarted i'm gonna SCREAM
[ He's never thought of Matt as unattractive; even back in the Garrison, there'd been interest despite it being pushed to the wayside to get his job done. Now, though, it's like he can actually look and appreciate, and he notices all the little things that he had shoved to the back of his mind originally. Now, he can drink in the sight of him stretched out in his bed, and his hands and lips are just as appreciative as the look he's giving Matt.
You're-- man, he hears, and smiles against the dip of Matt's collarbone, pressing a lingering kiss there and then withdraws when he's nudged, not quite sure where Matt wants him or where he should be.
They're both a little hesitant about this, he thinks, listening to what Matt's saying but having to actively focus on it to give a response that isn't just more kissing and grinding against each other like teenagers. It's a valid question; he hadn't really intended on going far when he'd invited Matt in, and if he's being honest, he's not sure it's the best idea right now until they determine how things are going to go in the future.
Slowly, he eases back, settling off to the side and strokes his fingers up Matt's belly, splaying his hand over his chest. ]
I don't think we should— do everything, tonight. If we do that, I want time to actually learn what you like and have the time to do it.
[ Of course Shiro'd talk about learning how to get Matt off like it's something to be studied and perfected. ]
And we need to sleep, eventually, or we're never going to hear the end of it.
[ He mulls over the options a moment, fingers dragging lazy circles over Matt's chest, considering. ]
We could do the cold shower trick, which is miserable but would work, or if you want— we could take care of this the simplest way and then get some rest. It's up to you.
ugghhh the worst and also someone stop these morons lmao fuck
[ He can't help but laugh slightly—he can't decide if that's the most or least romantic thing anyone's ever told him. He wants to lean on the former just because it's Shiro, and yet... ]
I understand that, I do, but think about where we are. We might not get that time unless we really plan for it, and I don't know if I can do that, Shiro. Pulling out our schedules and going, "Well, this seems like a convenient time to get to know each other—" that's too much. You said it yourself earlier: this isn't a battle plan.
[ That... doesn't necessarily mean they have to be doing this right here, right now, though. Shiro does have a point otherwise; they may be getting too far ahead of themselves, and probably about the last thing he could handle right now is everything blowing up because he wanted too much, too fast. Because the thing is, Shiro's one of the best friends he's ever had, and that has to come foremost. So... breathe. Slow down. He can do that. Probably. ]
[ Then Shiro mentions how to cool off, and it's really not helpful, at all, because now he's picturing him taking care of himself, and—ugh. He's totally out of control. Apparently being out in space without any real stimulation reverts you back into a teenager that's just discovered porn for the first time. Was he ever actually this bad, or is he just that attracted to Shiro? Probably a little of all the above. ]
A cold shower is probably a little much, but I almost wouldn't mind a regular one.
[ Mostly so he can get rid of his problem on his own with a little more privacy, then come back and be able to act like a reasonable human being again. Hopefully. ]
LMFAO HONESTLY LIKE the most hopeless fuckin nerdlords
[ He pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment as he considers what he wants to add on to that, if anything. They don't have the gift of time, not really. Eventually, Matt's going to have to leave with the rest of the Rebellion. It'll probably be like their alliance with the Blade: most of their interactions kept to vidconferences, or intermittent missions together. Not exactly the strongest basis for a relationship, but still better than thinking the other is dead or locked away.
The real thing is he's not used to being so...hesitant regarding this and isn't sure at what point hesitance becomes ridiculous inability to act.
Shifting on the bed, he grimaces a little when his erection brushes up against Matt's thigh; it feels good, just the barest brush after months of no contact. At this point, a stiff breeze would probably do him in. Gingerly, he scoots his hips back just a touch more, giving Matt a slightly sheepish look. ]
I can wait if you want to claim first shower.
[ Unless that was a suggestion for them both to be in the shower and take care of this, but he's relatively certain it wasn't? Probably? Probably. ]
[ Whatever he was going to say instantly evaporates at the pressure on his leg. It takes enough self-restraint not to grind into it without that look on Shiro's face. It speaks volumes about how far gone they are, and it's somehow really attractive seeing him enjoy even that small bit of contact. God, this isn't fair. He's a hard a rock and he doesn't quite want to move, but he also feels like if they did do anything, it'd be over for him in literal seconds. Which... not exactly something he wants to show off. ]
... Are we sure you're not secretly a sadist trying to get me to beg for it?
[ It's supposed to be sarcastic, but the laugh that follows is weak at best. He means to pull himself up, but ends up sighing and slumping back into the bed. ]
Help me up? The intent's there, but the motivation isn't.
[ He offers a hand so that Shiro can use it as leverage. ]
is it awful part of me wants them to have to deal with an attack or something flksmfs.
[ It's not panicked but it is a little breathless and paired with a grimace at himself. The beds here aren't exactly the biggest so while the two of them can fit without needing to have every inch pressed against each other, it's not like there's a ton of extra room. That's what he keeps telling himself, watching Matt shift on the bed like he's trying to get up only to sink back down into it. ]
...I mean, do you want me to?
[ One corner of his lips tugs up; he's mostly joking, but there's a part of him curious just what kind of things Matt's into here outside of making out in bed at three in the morning.
Gingerly, though, he rises up and grasps Matt's forearm to tug him up, sliding out of the bed and planting his feet to do it. There's a part of him tempted to be a brat and heft Matt up and carry him to the bathroom, but he holds off, for now. ]
LMAOOOO Matt out in the field like, well I guess I'm dual wielding staves tonight :||||
I really don't think I have the endurance for that right now. Unless you're into watching me make a mess of myself without any of the gratification for yourself, in which case, go for it. I can totally make that happen for you.
[ All of which is stated very matter-of-factly, because at this point, he's flustered enough that this is the only way he knows how to deal with it. One day, his mouth will probably be his downfall.
Getting up takes more effort than it probably should, and once he does, he hesitates. ]
Hey, uh. Sorry if I made things weird.
[ Because leaving it be wasn't awkward enough, clearly. He has to go and poke at things instead of leaving well enough alone. ]
[ Cool, cool cool cool, he's right back to being flustered all over again and then Matt's joking suggestion actually sinks in and his stomach goes tight with the reminder that yeah, he's still hard, and yeah, actually, he'd kind of be into that. While he'd been talking in a general sense - what sort of things Matt was into when they had more time, well. That's good to know.
He turns away from Matt just enough to adjust himself, so the swell of his cock isn't so obvious but they're both not wearing a ton of clothing right now so there's only so much that he can do to hide the obvious physical reaction here. ]
You didn't. Make things weird, I mean. We're both trying to figure out how this works; I just...I don't want to go too fast or do something that's too much right away.
[ Gently, he slides his hand down from Matt's forearm to his hand and uses that to fish Matt in closer, pressing a lingering kiss to his palm. ]
somebody rescue Sam because they need adult supervision ASAP
[ Yeah. Just kill him now. Although in fairness, he guesses it is really hard to think clearly when they're both half naked and riled up and he has to very carefully keep his eyes on Shiro's face even though he's really curious.
Okay. No more sexual overtures, joking or otherwise. This is getting ridiculous. ]
... I know. You're right. If we try to do too much at once it'll just blow up and not give us very much to look forward to, and you're too important to me for that. I won't... do anything we're not both totally comfortable with.
[ He exhales as Shiro kisses his hand, feeling it unlock some of his tension. It's gentle and not charged like the rest of the night has been going, which is... surprisingly relieving. Maybe he'd been more hesitant than he'd actually thought. He moves in just slightly closer, brushing aside Shiro's forelock so he can brush his lips on his forehead. ]
Let's... take turns showering, and then we can sleep and maybe cuddle like normal, well-adjusted people.
[ Whatever that means. Normal is not exactly his specialty. ]
they find sam and pidge is like YOU MISSED SO MUCH XYZ also matt/shiro! sam: fuckin FINALLY
[ This is good, right? They're both being responsible and that...should be a good thing for both of them. He should be relieved because he knows that they'll be able to do something -- anything they want later. Right now, they can pump the breaks and that's a good thing.
His cock doesn't agree, but it doesn't get to make any decisions here. Shiro ducks down for the kiss and then nudges Matt toward the bathroom, already going to grab extra towels and the clothing they'd discarded in their earlier haste. It's bundled and pressed into Matt's arms with a wry little smile. ]
Go, go. Normal, well-adjusted person cuddling once we're both done.
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AAA sorry if i misunderstood re: tag // and LMAOOO RIGHT, EXPLAIN, shiro, wtf
Nice is the way Matt looks in that shirt. Nicer still is the way Matt looks up at him, lip bite and all. The suggestion following gets a moment of consideration and an undignified snicker at the idea of it. Nicest, however, is Matt leaning in to kiss him. Shiro slides his hands from Matt's chest and settles the Galra hand over tshirt and the human one up to curl in his hair gently. When he draws back for a breath, he nudges Matt toward the bed and steps back a touch so they don't trip all over each other. ]
So are we saying that line wouldn't work?
[ He leans in for another kiss, still smiling, only to pull away before he gets too distracted. ]
Come on, it's warmer under the covers.
it's w/e I can roll with it!! also do we get to revoke these idiots adult cards yet because really
It might, just because it's you, but I think you can do better. [ is that a dare, or is he just trying to goad Shiro into giving him ammunition to make fun of him later? who's to say.
He can't help but be disappointed as Shiro pulls away from him, but he does have a point. They should probably get into bed already. But instead of retreating, he grins and grabs Shiro by the waist, trying to pull him along for the ride. ]
fucking honestly tho like human disasters the both of them
Now you're stuck.
[ Oh no, clearly. Shiro steals a kiss and then rolls onto his side next to Matt, draping an arm around him. Off on the nightstand is the tablet; sometimes it's used for battle plans and reviewing Altean or whatever other language he's trying to familiarize himself with. Sometimes it's for movies, though that's rarer. ]
Better than your shirt would look better on my floor? That's honestly my best line, I hate to disappoint you.
fucking nerds. shoves them both into a locker
Stuck? I think you'd be surprised.
[ He kind of wishes they could have stayed like that just a tiny bit longer, but he knows where that road would have led, so maybe this is better. Maybe worse? He feels like such a teenager it's ridiculous. ]
A little disappointed, but if you want it off of me that badly....
[ he remembers they're supposed to be watching something, and makes a glance to Shiro's tablet, but doesn't really bother reaching for it. ]
I feel like even if we did watch a movie I wouldn't be able to pay attention to it. You're really distracting, you know that?
into a locker and then steal their lunch money tbh
Pidge did mention that you could hold your own when she found you. Was that rebel training?
[ There were classes in the Garrison, sure, but using a staff like that wasn't something that was commonly taught. Then again, he hadn't paid attention to all of Matt's classes - that would've been weird.
It takes some shifting to get properly comfortable but he manages after a few moments, hooking his chin over Matt's shoulder, squeezing his hip at the comment about him being distracting. ]
Me? I'm not even doing anything.
swirly time really
That's part of it, but I always already building up some strength in the prison camps. They... work you pretty hard. Training helped. Having to deal with bounty hunters helped more. I guess I've been getting a lot of hands on experience.
[ Honestly, the combat classes at the Garrison were the one and only aspect of his education he hadn't taken very seriously. He's always preferred cleverness and diplomacy. But out here, he'd finally learned that none of those things were mutually exclusive, and being able to hold own his own was an extremely useful tool that he needed to keep up with. He's glad he finally learned.
He frowns a little when Shiro squeezes his hip. He can claim he's not doing anything, but he has a hard time believing he could be this oblivious. ]
Are you serious? You're driving me crazy. In a good way, I mean.
good tbh
You should come to training in the mornings with us. It'd be good to get an idea of where you and the others are; it'll help us when we ask certain people to go on missions.
[ Sometimes, you sent whoever was available. But where and whenever possible, they tried to make the best choice about who to send where, to make sure that it got done and there were minimal casualties. This isn't work, though, and they're not supposed to be working. Technically, they're supposed to be watching a movie but even that is a big if.
Teasingly, his fingers dragging up Matt's side in a way that's far too slow and lingering to be anything but intentional: ]
You think this is bad? What are you gonna do when I actually do something, huh?
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[ His heart beats a little faster at how slow and deliberate Shiro's touch is, and he could swear under breath, except that he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Were they always this competitive? They used to mess with each other all the time, sure, but Matt had usually been content to let Shiro be a few steps ahead of him. Technically, he had been ahead of him back then, no matter how close they were. Now they can finally be equals, and it's... actually really refreshing. ]
Yeah? Were you already planning on making a move, then?
[ and he's grinning, just daring Shiro to call his bluff. ]
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[ One foot slides over, tucks itself in against both of Matt's. It's not quite footsie since they're in bed but the little bit of affection is still nice all the same and he can't quite get over that he's able to do this. That it's allowed.
Better still: he feels normal, right now. They're on a castleship, sure. He's a Paladin of a giant robot, sure. But right now, they're in bed being ridiculous and Matt's breathing right next to him and Shiro's just so glad that he doesn't know what to do with himself, not really. Not until Matt makes that comment and the competitive side of him flares back into existence. ]
I guess, since you're here and all.
[ Also, because he really, really missed the easiness of kissing and really, really likes kissing Matt. It takes a bit of shifting to get his Galra arm underneath himself but then he folds in over Matt and kisses him again, a little warmer, a little more intent to it this time as his hand strokes up Matt's belly. ]
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[ it suddenly dawns on him that he's talking to Shiro, who is basically at the head of operations for a reason, and that reason is because he does a really good job at it. He doesn't need to be told how to do his job. ]
You guess?
[ he should know better than to take the bait, but he does, and he's a little vindicated. But Shiro kisses him before he can say anything else, and all he can do is return it with just as much intent. He wonders briefly if Shiro really means this or if he's just posturing because of what he said. Then he realizes he doesn't actually care either way. His hands move to the waistband of Shiro's sweatpants, stroking his hips a little before sliding up his shirt. He half caresses the skin of his back, half tries to pull him a little closer so he can kiss him a little deeper, feel a little more of his warmth against him.
God. Shiro joked about what he'd do, but it looks like he was right. Matt's already starting to get a little overwhelmed. He guesses that's what happens when you haven't really touched anyone for so long. ]
rip sorry i got obscenely busy
Besides: he'd be an idiot to ignore the fact that he's got Matt pressed up against him and the blankets are warm around them. He goes easily where he's tugged or pulled, always careful to keep the majority of his weight braced on his own arm or arms if the position allows. When he slides a thigh up between Matt's own, he uses that to brace himself and adjust, giving him the room to slide his own hand up the front of Matt's shirt (or, Shiro's shirt that Matt wore). The thought of it still sent a little thrill through him; when he finally breaks away to catch his breath, he grins down at Matt, licking over his lips. ]
As much fun as this is, I don't -- you're really distracting.
[ It's a compliment, both in meaning and in the earnest way Shiro dips down and kisses him again like he can't help himself. He's hyper aware of the hands on his back, and the gold of Matt's eyes this close. ]
I just wanted to know what you want.
[ It's a sort of lame finish when his thigh is just shy of being pressed against Matt's dick and he's got a hand up the front of his shirt, but still. ]
no worries man
... Okay, probably pathetic and desperate. Which is probably why he laughs and his face feels a little warm when Shiro asks him what he wants. Truthfully, he hadn't exactly thought that part through. Or maybe it's hard to admit point blank because it's weird talking about. But his smile, at least, is confident. ]
Honestly? To push you over, pull your shirt off, and keep kissing you. I... haven't really thought much further than that.
[ Attraction is short-sighted, or something like that. Actually, Matt's just a little impressed with himself that he could even say that with a straight face. But then he hesitates. ]
Is this too much? I don't think I even know what normal boundaries are like anymore, Shiro.
[ It's the nature of the beast—being out in space for so long just does things to people. Wars do things people. Periods of isolation do things to people. Trying to remember what social expectations were like back on the peace of Earth is almost impossible. ]
shakes fist at work. ALSO U COWARDS, DREAMWORKS, GIVE US SCARRED SHIRO
[ It's laughably easy to get Shiro to cooperate with whatever Matt wants right now, really. He hasn't considered where he wants things to go either; he'd known that when he suggested Matt spend the night that there was a chance they wouldn't watch a single movie. As far as he was concerned, the options were, sleeping, actually watching movies and maybe cuddling, and this though he'd worried about suggesting anything close to the latter.
Normally, this sort of thing came with some conversation beforehand. Normally didn't really apply when they'd been kidnapped by aliens, though. ]
It's not too much. Just, you know. Not exactly pretty, so.
[ He's not ashamed of it, but it'd taken ages for him to wear the tshirt instead of the long-sleeves that he'd sported for the longest time. ]
throws it in a dumpster and dreamworks too tbh
Come on, Shiro. You know I don't care about that. And if it makes you feel any better, I've got a few extra marks too.
[ He has a feeling they don't really compare to what Shiro's been through; he might not know the details, but he's not stupid. He knows enough about what the Galra are like to hazard some guesses, and that's not a conversation he would ever force Shiro to have. But he also doesn't shy away from action anymore, so he's been in some pretty nasty scrapes himself.
Which gives him a thought. He can joke about pushing Shiro down and stripping him, but ultimately when he moves away, it's to pull off his own shirt instead, so Shiro can see how much he's changed. How he's packed on more muscle, picked up more scars. Maybe its presumptuous to compare, because his differences are... different, but definitely not extreme. But, if he's lucky, it'll help keep them on even ground. It feels strangely exposing, considering he's grown used to wearing long sleeves and a cloak on a near-constant basis, but that doesn't really matter right now. ]
i know they can't 'cause it's a kids show but cmon
[ Well, he didn't for sure, but he suspected. Having confirmation is nice. Shiro gives him a slightly lopsided little smile and after another beat of hesitation, goes to his knees. He hooks his fingers under the shirt and rather than tossing it, neatly folds it; old habits die hard.
Then: Matt's bare too, and Shiro's utterly distracted by the long, pale line of him against the dark gray of his sheets. He's filled out more, lean muscle underneath the cloth of Shiro's shirt. It's good - Matt was always attractive to him, glasses and short, messy hair, but now, he's -- ]
Wow.
[ It's soft and a little breathlessly appreciative; Shiro reaches a hand out, skims it up from where his hip dips down and trails further until a thumb brushes over one of his nipples on the way up. He dips down to press his lips to the nearest scar, lingering and then rocks back, rolling his shoulders a little anxiously. It's not as bad as it could have been; some aliens weren't given a healing chamber to tend their wounds. Shiro was, for some of the worse fights. They couldn't have their Champion dead of infection. There's still the handprint from where he'd escaped again and had to cauterize it himself, still pink. There's various scars that are clearly from stab or claw marks, and a set of scars along his belly like something tried to take a bite out of his right side. ]
not even one under the short sleeve though /shakes fist
The scars, though he he expected them, hurt a little to see, and he wonders about some of the stories about them, but he knows the general gist of them—the Galra—and he knows better than anyone that's not something you just bring up casually. Maybe they can tell those stories someday, but right now, he just wants to focus on how angular Shiro's chest is. Tight, a solid mass of muscle. Wow doesn't even cover it; he's almost breathless at how gorgeous he is. He's always known, but it's different when they're so close like this, when the contact is so much more personal. ]
I'm honestly a little intimidated. You're—man.
[ He starts to move in to press down on Shiro, trying to maneuver his own weight against him because he knows he's not quite strong enough to overpower him with just brute strength, but he hesitates part of the way in. He has next to no experience in this, and it's... Yeah, it definitely makes him a little nervous. ]
Hey... Are we really doing this? [ There's still some time for them to pull back and cool off. It won't be easy but it's not too late yet. ] I know what I said earlier, but I don't want you to think the only reason I'm here is... for this.
[ Not that he minds it by any stretch, but Shiro is what's important here, not the rest. ]
i had a half-written tag and my computer restarted i'm gonna SCREAM
You're-- man, he hears, and smiles against the dip of Matt's collarbone, pressing a lingering kiss there and then withdraws when he's nudged, not quite sure where Matt wants him or where he should be.
They're both a little hesitant about this, he thinks, listening to what Matt's saying but having to actively focus on it to give a response that isn't just more kissing and grinding against each other like teenagers. It's a valid question; he hadn't really intended on going far when he'd invited Matt in, and if he's being honest, he's not sure it's the best idea right now until they determine how things are going to go in the future.
Slowly, he eases back, settling off to the side and strokes his fingers up Matt's belly, splaying his hand over his chest. ]
I don't think we should— do everything, tonight. If we do that, I want time to actually learn what you like and have the time to do it.
[ Of course Shiro'd talk about learning how to get Matt off like it's something to be studied and perfected. ]
And we need to sleep, eventually, or we're never going to hear the end of it.
[ He mulls over the options a moment, fingers dragging lazy circles over Matt's chest, considering. ]
We could do the cold shower trick, which is miserable but would work, or if you want— we could take care of this the simplest way and then get some rest. It's up to you.
ugghhh the worst and also someone stop these morons lmao fuck
I understand that, I do, but think about where we are. We might not get that time unless we really plan for it, and I don't know if I can do that, Shiro. Pulling out our schedules and going, "Well, this seems like a convenient time to get to know each other—" that's too much. You said it yourself earlier: this isn't a battle plan.
[ That... doesn't necessarily mean they have to be doing this right here, right now, though. Shiro does have a point otherwise; they may be getting too far ahead of themselves, and probably about the last thing he could handle right now is everything blowing up because he wanted too much, too fast. Because the thing is, Shiro's one of the best friends he's ever had, and that has to come foremost. So... breathe. Slow down. He can do that. Probably. ]
[ Then Shiro mentions how to cool off, and it's really not helpful, at all, because now he's picturing him taking care of himself, and—ugh. He's totally out of control. Apparently being out in space without any real stimulation reverts you back into a teenager that's just discovered porn for the first time. Was he ever actually this bad, or is he just that attracted to Shiro? Probably a little of all the above. ]
A cold shower is probably a little much, but I almost wouldn't mind a regular one.
[ Mostly so he can get rid of his problem on his own with a little more privacy, then come back and be able to act like a reasonable human being again. Hopefully. ]
LMFAO HONESTLY LIKE the most hopeless fuckin nerdlords
[ He pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment as he considers what he wants to add on to that, if anything. They don't have the gift of time, not really. Eventually, Matt's going to have to leave with the rest of the Rebellion. It'll probably be like their alliance with the Blade: most of their interactions kept to vidconferences, or intermittent missions together. Not exactly the strongest basis for a relationship, but still better than thinking the other is dead or locked away.
The real thing is he's not used to being so...hesitant regarding this and isn't sure at what point hesitance becomes ridiculous inability to act.
Shifting on the bed, he grimaces a little when his erection brushes up against Matt's thigh; it feels good, just the barest brush after months of no contact. At this point, a stiff breeze would probably do him in. Gingerly, he scoots his hips back just a touch more, giving Matt a slightly sheepish look. ]
I can wait if you want to claim first shower.
[ Unless that was a suggestion for them both to be in the shower and take care of this, but he's relatively certain it wasn't? Probably? Probably. ]
hopeless nerdlord cowards
[ Whatever he was going to say instantly evaporates at the pressure on his leg. It takes enough self-restraint not to grind into it without that look on Shiro's face. It speaks volumes about how far gone they are, and it's somehow really attractive seeing him enjoy even that small bit of contact. God, this isn't fair. He's a hard a rock and he doesn't quite want to move, but he also feels like if they did do anything, it'd be over for him in literal seconds. Which... not exactly something he wants to show off. ]
... Are we sure you're not secretly a sadist trying to get me to beg for it?
[ It's supposed to be sarcastic, but the laugh that follows is weak at best. He means to pull himself up, but ends up sighing and slumping back into the bed. ]
Help me up? The intent's there, but the motivation isn't.
[ He offers a hand so that Shiro can use it as leverage. ]
is it awful part of me wants them to have to deal with an attack or something flksmfs.
[ It's not panicked but it is a little breathless and paired with a grimace at himself. The beds here aren't exactly the biggest so while the two of them can fit without needing to have every inch pressed against each other, it's not like there's a ton of extra room. That's what he keeps telling himself, watching Matt shift on the bed like he's trying to get up only to sink back down into it. ]
...I mean, do you want me to?
[ One corner of his lips tugs up; he's mostly joking, but there's a part of him curious just what kind of things Matt's into here outside of making out in bed at three in the morning.
Gingerly, though, he rises up and grasps Matt's forearm to tug him up, sliding out of the bed and planting his feet to do it. There's a part of him tempted to be a brat and heft Matt up and carry him to the bathroom, but he holds off, for now. ]
LMAOOOO Matt out in the field like, well I guess I'm dual wielding staves tonight :||||
[ Okay, that catches him off-guard a little. ]
I really don't think I have the endurance for that right now. Unless you're into watching me make a mess of myself without any of the gratification for yourself, in which case, go for it. I can totally make that happen for you.
[ All of which is stated very matter-of-factly, because at this point, he's flustered enough that this is the only way he knows how to deal with it. One day, his mouth will probably be his downfall.
Getting up takes more effort than it probably should, and once he does, he hesitates. ]
Hey, uh. Sorry if I made things weird.
[ Because leaving it be wasn't awkward enough, clearly. He has to go and poke at things instead of leaving well enough alone. ]
LMFASKMSGSMFM BAD
[ Cool, cool cool cool, he's right back to being flustered all over again and then Matt's joking suggestion actually sinks in and his stomach goes tight with the reminder that yeah, he's still hard, and yeah, actually, he'd kind of be into that. While he'd been talking in a general sense - what sort of things Matt was into when they had more time, well. That's good to know.
He turns away from Matt just enough to adjust himself, so the swell of his cock isn't so obvious but they're both not wearing a ton of clothing right now so there's only so much that he can do to hide the obvious physical reaction here. ]
You didn't. Make things weird, I mean. We're both trying to figure out how this works; I just...I don't want to go too fast or do something that's too much right away.
[ Gently, he slides his hand down from Matt's forearm to his hand and uses that to fish Matt in closer, pressing a lingering kiss to his palm. ]
somebody rescue Sam because they need adult supervision ASAP
[ Yeah. Just kill him now. Although in fairness, he guesses it is really hard to think clearly when they're both half naked and riled up and he has to very carefully keep his eyes on Shiro's face even though he's really curious.
Okay. No more sexual overtures, joking or otherwise. This is getting ridiculous. ]
... I know. You're right. If we try to do too much at once it'll just blow up and not give us very much to look forward to, and you're too important to me for that. I won't... do anything we're not both totally comfortable with.
[ He exhales as Shiro kisses his hand, feeling it unlock some of his tension. It's gentle and not charged like the rest of the night has been going, which is... surprisingly relieving. Maybe he'd been more hesitant than he'd actually thought. He moves in just slightly closer, brushing aside Shiro's forelock so he can brush his lips on his forehead. ]
Let's... take turns showering, and then we can sleep and maybe cuddle like normal, well-adjusted people.
[ Whatever that means. Normal is not exactly his specialty. ]
they find sam and pidge is like YOU MISSED SO MUCH XYZ also matt/shiro! sam: fuckin FINALLY
His cock doesn't agree, but it doesn't get to make any decisions here. Shiro ducks down for the kiss and then nudges Matt toward the bathroom, already going to grab extra towels and the clothing they'd discarded in their earlier haste. It's bundled and pressed into Matt's arms with a wry little smile. ]
Go, go. Normal, well-adjusted person cuddling once we're both done.
turns out the whole family had a pool for when they'd finally hook up
shiro's just like [MAXIMUM THIS ICON FACE]
this is terrible but I'm half picturing this ongoing saga where they just never quite get laid
that and awkward boning w mishaps are like two of my favorite things to rp tbh
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UGHGHGHGH SORRY EVERYTHING HAS BEEN SO BUSY HOLIDAYS WHY
I know this feel sobs
that's what i get for 3 thanksgivings
that is a lot of thanksgiving omg
ten thousand apologies for belated response again etc
i've pretty much lost track of what position they're in so sorry if this makes no sense lmao
SAME TBH SO I'M SORRY HAHA
twister: extreme edition or something
rp twister, the game within the rp game
butt stuff(tm) not included. must be purchased separately.
buttstuff dlc, the dlc everyone wants
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