kam oneshots

"shut up." "make me."

a/n: starting out with a classic! wordcount: 3k

Keefe frowned.

"Sophie, what is this?"

"I'm sorry," she pleaded, brown eyes desperate, "There was only one room left for you guys. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to share."

"Ugh," Keefe grumbled, glancing over at Tam, "Only for one night."

Their latest mission for the Black Swan had them staying in one of their hideouts for a few days, and it just so happened that Keefe and Tam had to share a room.

Which both of them hated.

Sophie's hair trailed behind her as she scurried out the door, leaving Tam and Keefe alone.

"So..." Keefe said, letting the word drag out, "You gonna help me move this?"

Tam sighed, stepping out of his shadowed corner, "Sure."

With Tam's help, Keefe was able to shove the bed from a corner into the middle of the room, with the headboard against the wall. Then Keefe grabbed a marker and drew a line across the room.

"Where did you get that marker from?"

Keefe smiled ruefully. "The curse of being an artist; having a huge art supply stash at all times."

Tam rolled his eyes and turned away. "I wish I didn't ask."

"Anyways, this is my side." Keefe pointed at the left. "And that's yours."

Tam rolled his eyes, muttering about Keefe's dramatics, but he moved his stuff nonetheless, sticking to his side of the room, while Keefe did the same.

Keefe turned and rummaged through his bag, finding a pair of soft pajama bottoms. He took them over to the bathroom and quickly changed before heading back to the room.

Keefe noticed that when he entered, Tam seemed to have a hard time keeping his eyes off of him, which he didn't enjoy in the slightest. Not at all.

Keefe flexed his arms, displaying the fact that he was shirtless.

Tam smirked. "I'm surprised you actually have abs."

Keefe let out a mock-gasp as Tam's gaze lowered to his stomach.

"You have a scar." The statement had a hidden question in it.

"Yeah, uh, it's from King Dimitar."

Tam made a noise of annoyance, to which Keefe privately agreed. If he could help it, he would never see the ogre king ever again.

The silver-banged boy kept staring at Keefe, who was trying not to blush from the intensity of his silver eyes.

He needed a distraction, and quick.

"Like what you see?"

A fiery blush took over Tam's face as he walked closer, toeing his side of the line.

"Shut up."

A silver glare under silver bangs, a beauty within it that made Keefe feel pinned like a butterfly to a corkboard.

The words slipped out before Keefe could help it. "Make me."

Oh, he was definitely blushing.

There was a long moment where they both stared at each other, and Keefe tried to settle his fluttering heartbeat.

Tam was close enough for him to touch, if he just reached out a hand-

Before Keefe could do anything stupid like kiss him, Tam turned, heading back to his bag. He grabbed some clothes and quickly went into the bathroom.