icariandeanâ:
âoh, it is?â he wiggled his eyebrows this time, finger trailing up from keithâs chest to his chin, leaning towards like he was going to kiss him before smiling wide and pulling back, leaving him handing. âgame on.â he smirked, then turning and heading towards the game, getting into the pretend race car seat like it was a real, important race he was heading into.
âsuck it!â he cheered as he looked at the result on the end of the game, hitting the wheel triumphly as he looked over at his boyfriend. âi think you owe me a pizza, muscles.â
keith was frozen in his spot, thinking his boyfriend was going to kiss him in that moment. except he ended up sighing in defeat when dean turned around to go play the game. if anything, it was always the car racing games that got them so competitive. the winner was always so unpredictable with how good they both were. the difference was very small, and yet he lost the game again. keith banged his head against the wheel dramatically, groaning in annoyance at himself for not winning. âgods, i almost won-â he sighed, lifting his head up and pouting at his boyfriend. âfine.â he said, acting like he was truly upset. he really wasnât. he loved to see dean being happy like that whenever he wins. âone big pizza for our handsome champion.â he smiled at him. âwanna play a few other games before we go?â
















