Maybe I'm reckless because I've already died at least once, but I say get dicked down by the handsome pickle jar opening inter-dimensional man.

Oh, it's Keith's dad? ... Glad to know he's not alone in the "wants to fuck Keith's dad" club.

Sorry Keith. But your dad is really hot.

Maybe if your dad wasn't an absolute beefcake with a jawbone that could cut glass this wouldn't be happening.

Keith, just because your dad could step on me and I'd thank him doesn't mean I don't also think you're hot. You've still got that hot mechanic look going on.

Okay I feel like you're not paying enough attention to the part where I called you hot too. And the grilling was totally innocent, I just offered to help him handle his meat! . . . WAIT THAT CAME OUT WRONG-

I'M SORRY IT WAS A SLIP OF THE TONGUE!! Alsoyourdadknowshowtohandlehismeatjustfine-

Hey if I have to die the least you could do is smother me with your tiddies. Give a man a final request.

Okay, now you're just being mean. You KNOW I have a weakness to Kogane men!!

But Keeeeiiiiith! You know I was head over heels for you first! Besides, fire fighters are hot, but you *know* the sleeveless oil-smudged mechanic look is top tier. You're an 11/10 every day of the week. Cue Shiro's puppy-dog eyes.

"Wait. Wait no Keith please don't tell him! I promise I'll just thirst over you, I'll buy one of those sexy mechanic calendars and everything! Actually you should really consider making one of those, it'd sell like hotcakes-"

"That's a fair point. What if you just - I dunno - Made one for me?"

"Keith, come ooonnn." He's looking a bit desperate now. Maybe he shouldn't have thirsted quite so hard for Keith's dad. At least out loud. "Do you want me to shout to the world how much I want you to dick me down? Is that what's gotta happen? I'll do it, you know I will!"

Shiro immediately freezes, looking like he just got caught reaching into a jar of cookies. "Uh, well, I, um, on occasion, the um, the thought has crossed my mind." He tugs at his collar a little. Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here.

Every alarm bell Shiro has in his head is going off. You don't get to where he is without being able to smell a trap. But... It's Keith. Keith is his kryptonite. Surely this is fine. "Uh... o-okay, yeah, sure! Should I, like... bring anything?"

The mention of needing ibuprofen is yet another warning. Is Keith planning to beat him up?? He probably deserves it after being horny for his dad. (Shiro may also be having a bit of a himbo moment.) "O-okay, sure, I'll bring all that. So... see you then?"

He's not entirely sure what to expect from the evening, buuuut Keith told him to show up, so he's gonna show up. He's even got his flannel pajama pants with the cartoon lions on them packed in his bag, just in case.

Shiro sees the text just as he's arriving, parking to the side so he doesn't block Keith in. Clutching his bag, he makes his way to the back, using his phone flashlight to see. "Keith? You here? You're uh... you're not gonna jump out and get me, are you?"