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1.
Keith is sitting on his balcony, iced tea in hand and floor fan blasting on high, when the balcony door to the apartment across the way slides open and a guy strides out, clad only in a sinfully tight pair of briefs. He has a phone pressed against the side of his face and he is gesticulating wildly at nothing Keith can see. Their apartments are just close enough that Keith can tell he's not speaking English -- though he's far enough that he can't actually identify the language -- and he can hear the faint sounds of music floating from the open doorway.
The guy does not seem to notice Keith, or Keith staring at him, a little slack-jawed, as he continues his animated conversation. He's pacing....no, stalking is a better word -- he moves with an unpracticed grace, lanky legs bringing him from one end of the space to the other in four strides. Back and forth, back and forth. He stops a couple of times to run his fingers through his short, dark hair in obvious agitation. Whatever he's discussing, he does not appear happy.
Keith pulls out his cell phone and snaps a quick picture, sends it to Shiro with the caption apartment across from us isn't empty anymore.
Is he in his underwear? comes back a few seconds later. Shiro must be done with his job already.
Yeah.
He's cute.
I guess?
He watches the guy hang up his phone with an air of finality and stand for a moment, hip cocked, pinching the bridge of his nose like he's trying to stave off a headache. He's seen hotter, but Keith is more into muscles and athletic physiques like Shiro's, and this guy has a bean pole walking, turns sideways and you miss him kind of body, so maybe his judgment is a little skewed. His skin is an attractive caramel color, though at this distance Keith can't tell if it's his natural coloring or if he just spends a lot of time in the sun.
His phone buzzes again.
r u being a creeper?
no. I was on the balcony first
He looks up and startles when he catches the guy's eye. The guy looks just as surprised to see Keith as Keith is at finally being spotted (though he shouldn't be), and for a long moment they stare silently across the gulf separating their respective patios. Keith isn't really sure what reaction he expects -- embarrassment, maybe? The guy was just standing around in his underwear, after all. But what he gets instead is a bright, shameless smile, a wink and a double finger gun. And while he's still processing that, the guy slips back into his own apartment, hips swaying in a way Keith's sure is intentional and he reevaluates, just a little, because that was actually a pretty nice ass.
Still....
His phone buzzes again.
he can't be any worse than that last guy
Keith casts the empty patio a skeptical look and takes another sip of his tea. That remained to be seen.