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[Oh thank god they're both just going to pretend that song didn't just happen. That's the much safer option. Keith relaxes back into his eat, trying to rein his thoughts back in before they go running down paths that are well-worn and well-known but ultimately end in the same conclusion: he can't.

Keith knows his own feelings, and he knows his friendship with Shiro is too important to risk. He's lost the other man one too many times already. So it's fine. It'll be fine. He tells himself this again and again. If no more musical performances try to sabotage him anyway.

He only looks back over at Shiro when he speaks again, nodding.]

Yeah. I do. This is great. [He relaxes again.] Way better than traffic reports.

You listen to anything on the way to work? [Shiro checks his speedometer at a glance. They’re one fourth of the way there. He keeps their speed steady and relaxes his shoulders. Keith won’t talk about the song but he clearly knows the lyrics.

Curious. It adds to the puzzle he’s been building of small things Keith does that are different from his own memories of him. It’s not that different when he looks at it objectively. It’s more like Keith is slipping and he can see through the cracks.]

And I thought you might like this one. All they do is play music. No commentary or anything like that. [He claims another donut.] I asked the fitness trainers at the gym. They gave me a list of radio stations like that.

Not really. I guess I got used to being in my own head, all that time in the Quantum Abyss.

[He grew very accustomed to the silence, since it was only him and his mother and the wolf.]

Might be nice to start listening to music though. I could pick up some head phones.

[Something to take him out of his head, even just a bit. Sometimes, after all, he spends too much time in it.]

Try it and see. I got in the habit as a cadet. It made it easier to focus on morning runs.

[He could think or just lose himself in the task. He tended to prefer the later and let his own awareness of himself judge when to stop.

After a moment he adds,] Once we drive back we can stop by an electronic store and I’ll show you which headphones I use.

[He turns into the exit to take them into the small section of town that is their destination.] ...I did notice you’re in your head a lot. Your stance shifts, you kind of curl in on yourself a bit.

Okay. [A nod. That sounds like a plan.] I'll give it a try.

[It really might be nice, and at the very least it can't hurt. His eyebrows lift when Shiro continues though, wondering a little at the way his heart goes and stutters at the thought of Shiro actually paying that much attention.

It's a dumb thought and he brushes it aside.]

Yeah? Well... my head's a dangerous place. I need to be on the defensive. [It's an understated joke, self-deprecating, but also entirely true in its own way.]

[He gives Keith a side long look as he turns into the parking lot. There is too many things to name in his expression but only thing is obvious, his concern. Soon he’ll ask Keith about the future. Not today. Another day when nothing is too pressing.]

Or you could come talk about it with me or someone else. [He parks the car and looks fully at him, smiling just a little bit as he says,] Perspective leads to clarity. And inside your head is a bit like a fog bank.

[He slips out of the car before anything else can be said. Shiro retrieves a folded over slip from his wallet.]

[Keith finds himself staring after Shiro as he gets out of the car, trying and failing to fight off a small ghost of a smile at the concern. Shiro cares about him. He's lucky, to have that sort of a friend.

Which is why he only sighs to himself and unbuckles, setting the donuts still left safely in the back seat as he murmurs quietly, entirely to himself,] Some things are way too clear already.

[Shaking that off, he climbs out and shuts his door, catching up to Shiro and falling into step at his side.]

[It’s a decent place to rent cars and bikes or whatever else kind of vehicle you need. Shiro holds the door open for Keith and slips inside. Getting the bikes and the helmets is simple. The process is smooth and efficient just the way he likes things to be.

Shiro secures the black and violet edged helmet on then tosses a map to Keith.] See the route outlined in green? That’s where we’re going.

[He had marked it as clearly as he could and Keith is good enough to translate that Into mental instructions. Shiro slips onto the bike and fires it up. The rumble of the engine coming to life is the best thing he’s heard all week. He grins back at Keith.] Ready?

[A glance at the map, and Keith nods, folding it up and tucking it in an inside pocket of his jacket. He pops his own helmet on and starts up his bike.

Amazing. He can't pretend he hasn't been looking forward to this since he and Shiro first talked about it. The helmet hides most of his grin in return, even more so as he flips his visor down.]

Always.

[Ready and willing.] Let's go.

[He'll let Shiro take the lead and follow close behind.]

[He gives one last glance behind him then he takes off. A motorcycle is just enough like a hoverbike that he can feel the ghost of the future hanging over it. He calculates the speed and ability to maneuver as he cuts across town and out beyond it.

He can tell exactly how to use this bike to its upmost performance. It isn’t his so he’ll have to be careful. But maybe in time they can build hoverbikes and do this again. He comes to a stop before a wide open stretch of ground and far into the distance a flag flies. He lifts his visor up.] Planted that a few days ago.

I’m going to count on my fingers and then we’re off. Got it? [He pushes his visor back down and holds up his hand with three fingers up.]

[Keith takes the chance to familiarize himself, a little, with how the bike handles. It's not quiet a hoverbike, but it's close in a lot of ways, the handling not quite as sensitive, and given that it's in contact with the ground, the terrain is far more tangible. He pulls up beside Shiro, bracing a leg against the ground and flipping his visor up.]

So you planned ahead.

[How very like Shiro. Keith grins, excited, just this side of wild.] Got it.

[Back down goes his visor, and he watches, waiting for those fingers to tick off, and then he's launching back into motion, no hesitation, no holding back.]

[He puts his hand on the handle bar and takes off on one. The bike rockets forward and he steers it around the first turn. The sheer speed is exactly what he needed. He glances up at the flag as he guns the engine and leans forward, letting himself really feel the wind.

As much as he loves flying and flying Black, this is something that can't be replicated. The only thing that compares is flying as a bird.]

[There is something exhilarating and freeing about this, about being out in the air and moving in sync with the small but powerful vehicle beneath him. Piloting Red and Black are like nothing else, but this is unique and wonderful in its way. Simpler. Barer.

Keith's eyes are fixed on the flag, though he allows a brief glance at Shiro. Well. It's a race, after all. And with that he revs the engine into a burst of speed, a thrilled grin stretching over his features, hidden though it is within his helmet. The flag looms closer.]

[Shiro loses himself in the familiar and unfamiliar handling of the motorbike. He takes turns and leans into them with a little more caution than Keith. He is shaking off the rust.

And to some degree freeing himself from old ghosts. Enough of a lead opens up that he is following Keith through the terrain and that is a freedom of its own. He doesn’t have to lead the charge or guide Keith.

He glances at the flag but he’s leaning into the turns and speeding up in a bid to catch him. He’ll either catch him or not. But there will be fun in trying.]

[Keith hears himself laughing before he realizes he's even doing it, but he can't help it if he tried. There's an unbridled joy in the freedom of the moment, in knowing that Shiro is nearby.

And in the fact that he thinks he may actually be winning this race, though he isn't taking that for granted. Nope. No counting Takashi Shirogane out at any point in time. So Keith keeps his attention on the road in front of him, until he passes the flag and pulls the motorcycle around into a sharp curve, turning back and finally slowing to stop by the flag, already pulling his helmet off.]

[His laughter melds with Keith’s as he pours on the speed. The wind of their passage and the scent of dry earth is perfect. He has forgotten everything but the race and Keith.

He keeps his focus on the path but he can’t make up the difference. Keith passes the flag but he’s right behind him. He pulls the bike to a stop with a grin on his face. He pulls off his helmet and drops it as he walks the small distance between him and Keith’s bike.

He grins wider.] You did it! I knew you could.

[Hia chest feels warm and Keith looks- He moves before he even realizes he’s doing it. He steps closer, his hands cupping the sides of Keith’s face. On some level he’s aware they both moved forward and were caught in a dance as old as time. Then he leans down the short distance and kisses Keith.]

[Keith grins right back at Shiro. His bike has stopped racing, but his heart is still going, adrenaline coursing through his veins.]

That was amazing.

[Different than the hoverbikes or anything he's used to piloting, but still amazing. And Shiro is here and the sun is flooding light and warmth even through the chill of the autumn day, and Keith looks up realizing for the first time that Shiro is close, closer than he'd expect them to be.

Then those hands hands are at his face and Shiro's lips are on his, and the rest of the world drops away. Coherent thought shatters and Keith leans up to meet that kiss, to kiss him back like he's been waiting for this forever, all instinct, all reaction. He sets a hand against the side of Shiro's neck, holding him close.

Rational thought will catch up too soon. Already the voice at the back of his mind is growing louder, but he fights it. He doesn't want the moment to end.]

[Reality can wait. He is lost in the feel of kissing Keith for the first time. Keith is kissing him back and all his doubts vanish. He gently draws Keith closer and if the rational part of him wasn’t so loud he would have kept kissing him for longer than a few minutes.

Shiro draws back enough to breathe and runs his thumb over Keith’s bottom lip.] ...I’ve wanted to do that for weeks. I didn’t even realize just how much until now.

[He is absolutely terrible at relationships. He isn’t used to speaking his mind in them but he continues on, needing Keith to understand.] I felt safe enough to sleep when we were drunk because I was with you. And I had a little too much fun when we were sparring.

[Keith voices a soft sound of protest as the kiss breaks, half because he's afraid reality is going to step in and this will be -- a mistake, a dream, he doesn't even know what. But Shiro is still close, still touching, and Keith actually listens to what he's saying and--

It's all the things that he's spent such a long time telling himself couldn't possibly be. But here's Shiro saying them and Keith is watching him like he never wants to look away.

He laughs at that last part, tipping forward to press his face to Shiro's chest like that can help hide the blush.] I took the coldest shower of my life after sparring.

[Keith peeks back up after a moment. This is really happening.] I've wanted to kiss you too. For... a long time. [And he'd very much like to do it again.] I'm glad you feel safe with me. I want to be that for you. Like you've always been for me.

You respected what I wanted to do. You treated me like a person and not the disease. How could I not feel safe with you? [He says as he closes his arms around him. He ignores the remark about showers. That is something to think about later. He looks into his violet eyes and leans in close, his voice low.]

How could I not grow to love you, Keith? I came back and you came for me. You didn’t stop standing at my side and while I don’t always agree with your methods...

[He can’t hold back anymore. He kisses him again, briefly this time just enough to remind himself of the taste of him.] You have never done anything without a reason and I’ll stand by you too. If you’ll have me.

[Keith is looking at Shiro like he's almost afraid to believe what he's hearing. These are things that he has wanted to hear so much, and that's what makes it feel so entirely unbelievable. He's had this dream before, hasn't he?

But this can't be a dream. Shiro's arms are warm and solid around him and in that next kiss, brief as it is, tastes like cinnamon sugar and coffee and Shiro. Every word trips his heart up as it rushes to beat faster like it can escape its chest if it only beats harder.]

Shiro... [Just his name, but he's nodding.] Of course I'll have you. However you'll let me, I'll have you. I love you, Shiro.

[He's spoken those words once before, to Shiro and not to Shiro at the same time, and they sound so loud in his ears, but they're true. Keith smiles, arms winding their way around Shiro's neck.] You're everything to me.

[He'd tear down galaxies that stood between them if he had to. For now though, he leans up and he's the one to kiss Shiro this time.]

[His heart thuds hard on his chest. Without realizing it he needed to hear those three words. He kisses Keith back and lingers a moment when they part for air.] I love you too.

Why don’t we head back and get some lunch. We can talk more about us and sort ourselves out. [Shiro smiles, it’s warm and gentle.]

...I’d like to go on a date sometime. Not our dinner dates. Something fancier just once. [He tucks a lock of hair behind Keith’s ear.] If you’re up for that.

[Keith reaches up, almost tentative -- like he's still coming to terms with the fact that he may actually be allowed this -- to touch his fingers along Shiro's cheek, down to the trace over that soft smile on the other man's face.

I love you too. It very nearly knocks all the air from his lungs in four simple syllables.]

Yeah. Lunch sounds good. So does talking about... us. [Us. Keith smiles too, soft and genuine, the sort of expression that doesn't make it to his features all that often.

And then Shiro is still talking and Keith fights a blush. It doesn't dim the smile on his face.]

Okay. I'd like that too. [A pause.] ...how fancy? I don't own a tie or anything. [He could probably buy a tie. And look up how to tie a tie. Look he's never been on a date before. ...except apparently their dinner dates? Were those dates??]

As fancy as we feel like. I can help with everything if we get formal fancy. [He closes his hand over Keith’s and presses his face into his palm. He hasn’t felt this light in a while. And does he imagine it or is the darkness in Keith’s eyes clearing up.]

...And I only call them dinner dates because that’s exactly how a dinner date goes. You invite your boyfriend out for dinner and talk.

[And later do other things. But they should take things slow.]

You'll have to help. I've basically been raised by wolves lately.

[Keith informs him with a laugh, bright and relieved in a way he hadn't expected to feel. His thumb traces along Shiro's cheek, affection for affection's sake. Shiro looks happy and that's the most amazing thought, that he's happy because of this, because of him.]

Then... I guess we have a head start.

[Some practice. Also boyfriend sends his heart fluttering around in his chest. He's really got it bad. Has had it bad. Actually, speaking of that,]

Just so you know, this might have had something to do with why I was avoiding you, during the uncontrollable singing epidemic.

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