I’m ignoring all the spoilers for season 7 for all of my @sheithmonth drabbles just a PSA
Canonverse | Pre-kerb | T | 800
Matt’s idea of coping with finals was to lock himself in his bedroom and turn off his phone, forbidding any human contact whatsoever until he was sure he’d get top marks in everything. Shiro however, didn’t believe in cramming for exams. He’d studied all he was going to and was confident in his ability to pass all of his tests and simulations with flying colors, no matter what his pounding heart told him.
No, he didn’t need to sequester himself away and study until he passed out on his books, he needed a distraction. The bottle of cheap whiskey hidden under his bed was calling his name, but so was a certain blue-eyed cadet that he couldn’t seem to get off of his mind of late. Stuffing the bottle into his backpack, he headed out down the hall with the intent to sate both urges.
He knocked on Keith’s door, trying to hold back a smirk. Keith’s roommate tossed it open, bags under his eyes and several coffee stains on his uniform shirt. “Ugh, Keith, it’s for you,” the cadet called, slumping back to his desk filled to the brim with papers and books.
Keith pulled his headphones off and turned towards the door, smiling when he saw Shiro. “Figured you’d be studying.” Keith said by way of greeting.
“I’m taking a break. Any chance you’d be up for one, too?” Shiro asked hopefully, eyes darting down the hall.
Keith pulled on his shoes with a grin and followed Shiro to the familiar authorized access only door that led to the roof of the junior officers’ quarters. Instead of their normal spot right in the middle near the railing, Shiro gently tugged Keith’s sleeve to lead him around to the other side- where they’d be hidden from anyone coming up the stairs.
Shiro pulled the bottle out of his backpack with a wry grin and Keith gasped melodramatically. “Golden boy breaking the rules?” He brought both hands up to his mouth, pretending to be scandalized by the sight.
Shaking his head, Shiro pulled the top off and took a healthy swig of the amber liquid, grimacing as it burned his throat. “We all need to loosen up sometimes. What the brass doesn’t know won’t hurt them.” He said with a wink, handing the bottle to Keith.
Keith took a swig of his own, coughing and wiping a sleeve across his mouth as he handed the bottle back. “No Matt?”
Shiro waved a hand dismissively. “No, he’s really hung up on studying every single second until exams start.” He rolled his eyes and took another drink.
“Lame!” Keith declared, gesturing for the bottle again.
They chatted away half the bottle, grousing about tests and teachers and unfair simulations. Their conversation took a turn to the stars, as many of their conversations did. Shiro gestured up to the full moon, shining brightly above them. “It’s so… beautiful. I can’t wait to see it for myself.” Shiro murmured in awe, cheeks pink from the whiskey.
Keith smiled at him, bumping their elbows together. “Why stop there?” He asked with a cheeky grin, swiping the bottle back and taking another drink. The burn didn’t have him coughing or sputtering anymore.
Shiro turned to him with a chuckle. “What do you mean?”
Keith tilted his head to the side, his lips turned up in a tipsy grin. “Moon’s been done. You can do better.”
Shiro licked his lips and took a small step closer. “You think so?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Taking a step closer still with a death grip around the neck of bottle, Keith tilted his chin up. “I know so,” he answered just as quietly, eyes darting down to Shiro’s mouth before meeting his gaze again.
Shiro ducked his head, emboldened by the liquid courage and Keith’s signals, and pressed his lips to Keith’s with just a bit too much force. Neither of them were at all bothered by the way their teeth clacked together or how the last of the whiskey dribbled from the bottle onto the rooftop as it slipped from Keith’s grasp, the plastic bouncing between their feet.
Keith gripped the front of Shiro’s uniform, holding him close as their mouths moved against each other. Shiro wrapped one arm around Keith’s waist while his other hand carded desperately through Keith’s hair. They broke apart for air and rested their foreheads against each other. Keith bumped his nose into Shiro’s. “I’ve been trying to get you to do that for weeks.” He said with a chuckle.
Shiro closed his eyes and sighed. “I know, I know.” He opened them again and pulled back just enough to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Keith’s ear. “I just had to be sure.”
Keith laughed and tilted his chin up again. “Well you’re sure now.”
Shiro didn’t answer with words; instead, he leaned down to kiss Keith again.
