Cuddle Buddy

Your Brother is Hot

The walk to Keith’s brother’s home was not that far. Only about 10 minutes, with short cuts in questionable areas.

 

Lance would try to pull Keith away from them and just go the long way, but no. Keith insisted it was safe and went into them, leaving Lance with no choice but to follow.

 

Fortunately, nobody bothered them. Lance was thankful for that. Probably because they took one look at Keith and didn’t want to deal with his angst that day. The boy just oozes with ‘don't mess with me’ vibes. The whole ‘Lone wolf’ thing really worked for him.

 

But Lance didn’t like that, but of course, he was not going to admit it. Nobody deserves to be alone all the time, not even Keith. Besides he was good company, he supposed. Again, not going to admit his thoughts.

 

Keith stopped in front of a cute pastel yellow house. It was relatively small, only one story. The garden didn’t have much besides grass. It was simple. A window on each side of the house.

 

Keith walked up to the door, knocking into wood.

 

Lance followed and they waited a few seconds.

 

The door opened revealing a tall man. Wow. Lance needed a second because Jesus, this guy was an angel sent from heaven and he was a mere human lucky enough to be graced with his presence.

 

He was a loose, no sleeve shirt, revealing his toned muscles, not leaving much to the imagination.

 

He sported an under cut with a white tuft of hair on the front. His face was chiseled, as made by Michelangelo himself. A scar was across his nose and touched his cheeks just a little and a metal arm replaced his right one, scars covering his arms. It added to his badassness and made him look all the more hot.

 

He looked at Keith and then back at Shiro. He couldn’t see the resemblance. Sure Keith is smokin’, but his brother? Damn. Too bad he was taken or else he would have said something.

 

Keith must have seen Lance’s confusion because he answered an unspoken question. “We’re not really brothers. He is my step brother.” He looked back at Shiro, smiled softly and greeted him.

 

Shiro greeted back. He looked at Lance and stuck out his metal hand. “Lance, right?”

 

Lance didn’t question how he knew his name, he looked at his hand for a second and smiled before clamped their hands together. Metal touching flesh. “And you’re Shiro?”