#keithkoganbae

    One could say he was amused. It never failed to have someone come into  the kitchen as he baked, but he didn’t excepted it to be one of the paladins. His eyes landed on him as he rounded the corner and into the kitchen. The fresh scent of cinnamon rolls filled the kitchen, and into the halls for sure. Kinkade  had just taken out a few fresh ones, a batch of already baked cinnamon rolls set out on a pan already. 

“Ya know, Keith.” James slurred, leaning heavily against Keith’s back in his drunken state.

“Your dick looks hella good in your damn space suit.” Another sip from his solo.

@keithkoganbae

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James sighed and dropped his phone onto his comforter. Normally, he wouldn’t have thrown such a tantrum, but his head was killing him and he’s still wearing his clubbing clothes from yesterday night. 

Keith better have a good excuse. 

Grabbing his doorknob more violent than he should have and threw the door open.

“I thought you’d know better than to come in when I’m in the middle of training..” Shiro tiredly chide. The softness in his voice cloaking the terror of what had just happened. 

Carelessness. Absentmindedness. Lack of control that had caused the welt adoring Keith’s face. He had allowed his anger, removed as it is, took over and he was too blind to see that Keith was trying to calm him. 

“You shouldn’t have interfered.” The anger still lingered, not at Keith but at himself.

Gently as possible, Shiro wipe the blood that was dripping from Keith’s lips. 

Shiro felt like he had punched the air out of his lungs, but it was Keith that he had punched the air out of. The older man hissed in fear. He had not held back, had expected it to be one the gladiator that the Castle’s stimulator had provided, and Shiro feared for the worse. 

“Keith!” He had yelled, quickly embracing the other man and gently placing his hand onto the blow. 

“Dammit. I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were here!” His words rushed through him as he tried to feel for any broken ribs.

[text] Are you safe? Where are you, I’m going to be there in a sec.

Shiro doesn’t remember the last time his ears burned his hot. 

“Oh my god. No, stop. That’s so bad.” Shiro groaned in pain, laughter starting to bubble up his chest. Even though words shouldn’t hurt physically, this one was so embarrassing that it hurt him to hear it.