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On the first of November, Keith woke up.
He wasn’t in his own bed.
There was an arm around his waist and a familiar weight against his back.
He could feel the soft press of Shiro’s nose against his shoulder, Shiro’s warm breath against his skin and it sent shivers down his spine. Being with Shiro, holding hands, sharing a bed, kissing …
Everything was still so new and so overwhelming. It had only been a month ago that he'd been trying to hide his crush, suppressing any hope that Shiro would see him as anything other than a friend. This October had been so good to him. He never wanted to wake up without Shiro buried in his neck again.
The first rays of sunshine glistening through the curtains made their way over to Shiro’s bed, bathing their bodies in subtle morning hues, painting shades of blue and yellow on the blankets. If Keith had to guess, he would have said it was still early morning, but he didn’t care, not when Shiro’s arm around his waist tightened, drawing his naked back against Shiro’s equally naked chest.
Keith’s mind was still dazed, blissfully drowsy and warm with sleep.
Outside the bed, the room was cold, uninviting. So he buried himself deeper into the warmth of their blankets, not needing another excuse to shuffle closer to Shiro. The space where their legs were entangled under their covers was radiating heat, made the idea of never leaving bed again even more enticing.
He could definitely get used to this.
“So what do you think? Still hate fall?” Shiro whispered the words between two kisses against his neck, nosing his hairline. It sent a shiver down Keith’s spine, the good kind of shiver he wanted so desperately to never tire of.
Answering Shiro was hard when his lips were so soft against his skin. A moan escaped Keith’s mouth before he could answer.
“Maybe I like it a bit better?” Keith explained. He could feel Shiro’s laugh gently vibrating against his shoulder blades in response.
“You really want to give Lance the satisfaction of winning?” Shiro had a fair point, he was sure Lance would give him hell for winning their bet.
“Can’t be helped. Guess I’ll start saving for his Christmas present.” The way Shiro laughed, clear and loud, was music to his ears.
“In my defense, it was two against one. And you clearly have some unfair advantages.”
In addition, Keith clearly enjoyed the outcome of the bet. Buying Lance a big gift for Christmas was definitely worth being able to wake up in his now boyfriend’s arms like this.
Boyfriend. The word rolling from Keith’s lips managed to make him giddy every time.
“You might need to do a bit more persuasion, though.”
The smug grin remained on Keith’s face, even when Shiro shifted slightly so he ended up hovering above him. With a turn of his head, Keith looked directly into his dark eyes, while his head was bracketed by both of Shiro’s arms.
“Persuasion, huh?” Shiro breathed against his ears, his lips curling upwards. His eyes glistened with intent.
With a shift of his hip, Keith turned so he was facing Shiro directly, making him gasp. As Shiro bent down to capture Keith’s lips in a gentle kiss, Keith was sure they wouldn’t make it out of bed for another hour.
Not that he minded.
October had been an interesting month, Keith thought as he got lost in Shiro’s touches.
A month ago, Keith would never have dreamed of ever waking up next to Shiro. But apple picking dates, soft sweaters, starlit nights and long autumn walks had taught him differently. And even though the weather had been nasty most of the time and pumpkin spice lattes hadn’t become his new favourite drink, he could still see what Shiro saw in fall.
It was beautiful.
And Keith had to admit, he would always remember this October as the October he managed to fall in love.
With Shiro.
And with fall.
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