Additional Tags: Sheith Secret Santa 2019, Sports AU, Modern AU, College AU, Reunions, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Locker Room, Locker room sex, Frottage
Fic Summary: Two years, it had been two years since Keith had blown up at Shiro and cut off contact with the man he considered his best friend and closest confidant. It wasn’t even a good reason, the logic behind the fight, but Keith had been… He had been jealous, jealous of the stories he kept hearing about Shiro’s new college boyfriend. It should have been him.
But here he stood, two feet from Keith’s face, freshly showered after the game, and… and oh god Keith’s heart was doing somersaults just seeing him.
Fuck.
This fic was written as a gift for @akemichan007 for the @sheithsecretsanta! Hey, Akemichan, sorry for the wait! I had a lot of fun writing this piece! I hope you enjoy this little piece of smutty locker room adventure!
Keith sighed, closing the locker door after grabbing his bag. The game against the Altea Lions had been long, hard, and frustrating. In the end, the Marmora Crows had managed to pull out an incredibly narrow lead.
He was amazed they had won. Altea had put up a good fight. But in the end, Marmora beat them out, and that was what mattered.
Every muscle and joint ached, and dragging himself out of the hot shower had been a test of his will, but Keith was already the last one in his team’s locker room as it was. So he forced himself to head out, ducking into the back hallway and bracing himself mentally for the chilled air on his still-wet hair.
“K-keith?” a voice to the side of him asked, stopping him in his tracks.
Keith turned to look at the source in time to see none other than Takashi Shirogane stepping out of the opposing team’s locker room, his Altea University sweatshirt somehow managing to be tight on him in all the right places.
“N-no way… Shiro?” Keith gawked, eyeing the man up.
Shiro looked… different than the last time Keith had seen him. His hair was all white, where before it had only been white at the front in a deliberate forelock, and he looked older, more worn-in by life than he should have gotten in the two years since they had last seen each other.
But fuck, he was still the most gorgeous man Keith had ever seen.
Two years, it had been two years since Keith had blown up at Shiro and cut off contact with the man he considered his best friend and closest confidant. It wasn’t even a good reason, the logic behind the fight, but Keith had been… He had been jealous, jealous of the stories he kept hearing about Shiro’s new college boyfriend. It should have been him.
Ever since Keith’s freshman year of high school when then-sophomore Shiro had been asked to show him around, Keith had been drawn in by Shiro’s inexplicable gravity. They became fast friends, bonding over their mutual love of space and old science fiction movies. Keith excelled quickly, motivated to try to keep his grades up by Shiro’s guidance, aiming for the same schools, the same programs.
When Shiro got into Altea University, Keith redoubled his efforts. He was a year behind his best friend, but Keith was determined that this wouldn’t separate them, that soon enough he would be following along in Shiro’s footsteps.
Altea University turned him down.
Keith’s world collapsed the night he came home to that letter. He wasn’t going to be going to school with Shiro. He wasn’t going to be…
It was only then that he had realized he’d developed feelings for his best friend, feelings that were… very much not of the platonic variety. How could he tell him now? He couldn’t. He just… couldn’t.
So Keith had suppressed the shit out of his feelings, constantly feeling hypervigilant that his gestures and closeness would be seen through and that somehow Shiro would know that Keith was in love with him, that he would push him away for it.
Then Shiro had gotten a boyfriend and things had only gotten worse from there. Keith’s jealousy had taken root, their busy schedules had been a convenient excuse to reduce their contact, and… then Keith finally stopped answering Shiro’s messages.
But here he stood, two feet from Keith’s face and… and oh god Keith’s heart was doing somersaults just seeing him.
Shit, Shiro was talking. What was—
Keith forced his ears to start working again.
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