I’m on a train and procrastinating writing my actual sheith fics but here’s something I’ve been thinking abt!

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It’s Keith first time at the club, the rooms are dark with odd neon glows illuminating scenes that Keith never thought he’d see in person.

People bent over leather couches, smacks ringing around the rooms followed by soft whimpers and hushed praises. He feels the excitement thrumming through him. He /wants/ this. Has wanted it for a while. Done his research. Learnt the rules. And now he’s here, after deep diving

into the local scene online.

He keeps walking through rooms where there’s all manner of things on display, noises and sights that are making Keith hard. Not that he’d join in with anyone. Not yet.

In one room he stops and leans back against a wall, the small scene he’s

watching has quite the audience and Keith likes to think that he’s totally invisible where he’s stood.

“New?” A too loud voice asks from beside him. Loud enough to make a few heads turn his way. Keith finds a brunette, with blue eyes and huge smile looking at him. The culprit.

“Scuse me?” Keith asks indignantly, voice low.

“You’re new.” Not a question this time.

Keith rolls his eyes and looks away from the man, he doesn’t need this. He just came here to watch, learn...

“You’re really hot.” The man states with a grin and makes Keith blush.

“Thanks?” Keith replies. He’s never known how to take a compliment never mind from a stranger and in this kind of scenario.

“You looking for a partner to play with?” He asks coyly.

Keith looks at him, eyes wide. He didn’t think it’d just happen like that. Straight away and

straight to the point.

“Uh...uhm I’m not sure-yet. I just...” Keith’s stammering beneath the echoing moans coming from the suspended sub.

“Lance.” A stern voice chimes in, deep and rumbling behind Keith’s back. “Would you take your soliciting elsewhere. People are trying to

enjoy themselves.” Behind Keith is a man that is /all/ man. Hugely stacked and broad and a whole head taller than Keith himself. He tingles a little more at the sight.

“Don’t worry Shiro. He’s not looking for someone like me.” He says it with a grin and pops out his hip.

He’s watching Keith and shiro. Eyes flicking from one to another obviously.

“That so?” The rumbling voice of this shiro says. “You looking for someone to look after you? Huh, sweetheart?” His voice is soft as he leans down a touch to talk directly to Keith.

Keith stares in panic. Eyes wide as he sees lance skitter away apparently very pleased with himself.

Keith’s sure he can feel his heart in his throat as he looks at the mans face, sees the silver hair, the scar, the stormy eyes that are unmoving from Keith’s.

“Uh...” Keith mumbles out, nothing else following. His mind blank, except for chanting /hot hot hot hot hot/.

“You need to be told what to do?” Shiro asks standing up to his full height. “I can be that person if you want?” He offers in a way that shouldn’t seem so casual.

Casually making Keith hard in his pants with one statement. “Uh...I-I guess...” Keith stumbles over his words as his mind still reels.

The man before him motions with his head to a door and moves that way without a backwards glance. Keith follows quickly.

Tomorrow I am once again on a train...so this thread will continue