dispersing | Duplicity

He'd promised that when his ass and thighs stopped hurting -something that was nobody's fault but Keith's- he would spend the night with Bash and Jeff for a sleepover of the meet-and-greet variety. Without knowing Jeff, he had to take Bash's word that the other was cool with it, and yet he's still worried. What if he isn't? What if they don't get along? What if this wrecked things between him and Bash, or worse, Bash and Jeff?

Those worries stick with him all the way to where he stands outside apartment 9B, one hand raised to knock though he hasn't done it yet. What if he messes this up just like he'd messed things up in the library? What if- no, not doing that. He's not going to talk himself out of this before it even happens. "This isn't my house, I can leave whenever I want if thing go bad." Patience yields focus, and he just has to breathe. Steady himself.

Bringing his hand down from its holding pattern in front of the door, Keith finally sucks it up and knocks. It's now or never.

Bash answers the door, grinning at the sight of Keith, leaning in for a quick kiss before getting out of the way so he can come in. He’s shirtless, just wearing a comfy pair of sweatpants, his hair loose.

“Good to see you, darling. Jeff’s in the living room with the pizza. I also got some ice cream for later, as a treat.” And of course, by the smell of the air, coffee has been brewing. Does their percolator ever pause?

Jeff's feeling a little nervous, too. Nervous and excited? Hey, he always loves meeting new people, and he knows Bash really likes Keith, which means he'll probably like Keith, and the thought of potentially, maybe, possibly growing their... household? Contract-circle? Whatever you want to call it, it sends giddy little butterflies flitting around his stomach. He actually wants a... whatever you'd call another submissive. Sibling-sub?

But, of course, there's always the chance that Keith will think he's weird, or Jeff will somehow ruin things and scare the dude off. Or Bash will see the two of them here, side by side, and he can't help but compare, and then he'll realize just how fucked up Jeff is, and how much he doesn't stack up, and how he might be better off sending him on his way once their contract's up so he doesn't have to deal with a sub who needs to check in to prove he's eating and sleeping like any functional adult can already do without hand holding and and and--

Oh there's the door. Jeff pops up off the couch, looking as comfy as Bash in a pair of salmon-colored sweat shorts and an oversized hoodie, only partially zipped up, that looks like it's been (fashionably) spattered with vibrant paint. He's a colorful creature. He grins brightly and cheerfully when they come into the room, waving at Keith.

"Hey! Pizza's here. I don't know what you like on your pizza, but there's a few, so, um. There's options. Like... pineapple? I like pineapple. A lot of people don't, but that's 'cause they're assholes. I mean, not that you're an asshole, if you don't like it, um--"

Okay, maybe he's more nervous than he thought.

Compared to the two of them, Keith feels a little overdressed in the closest thing he has to black jeans, a plain t-shirt, a 'has seen better days' hoodie tactically acquired from someone who left it outside back when he'd first arrived, combat boots, his chunky belt complete with knife in holster, and his ever-present fingerless gloves. The other two look far more comfortable by comparison and he's almost jealous. At the same time though, he did just make the trek from the Down in the cold, so that might be why he's feeling it right now.

"I said I'd come, so-" He cuts himself off as he enters the room where Jeff is, his nervousness about the situation ramping up a notch. What does he say? How is he supposed to act? He has no idea, so for the moment, Jeff gets an almost shy smile and a nervous wave. "I've... never had it. On pizza, I mean..."

First impression of the guy: it's like a mix of Pidge when she gets to rambling and Lance in general, but without the obnoxiousness. Not a bad impression, he's just not sure how to proceed, especially since he isn't sure if the two of them are a thing or not.

"It's worth trying at least once, to see if you like it. If not, there's veggie and one with sausage, too. We can even send you home with leftovers, if you like. But c'mon in, take your shoes off, and let's get you comfy."

Bash spares Jeff a bit of a glance, noting his nerves. Hard to tell if those will go away with familiarity.

"Right, and you bargained for a warm blanket, too. I'll go grab that while you get settled in." And give the two submissives a moment to figure each other out. He heads toward the master bedroom.

Hey, Jeff recognizes the "just blew in from the Down" look, since he lived that life for as long as he could before getting in a contract. For a while, everything he owned was second-hand or shoplifted (or bartered for, in the only way that an uncontracted submissive can barter in a city like this).

Actually, a lot of his clothes are still second-hand, shoplifted, or bartered for, but now he's got a choice.

Jeff flops back down on the couch, and in the spirit of comfort and helpfulness, offers, "Hey, if you want, I've got some extra sweats you can borrow." They might run a little long, since Jeff is mostly legs. "Or I can go put on pants. I mean, I know I'm wearing pants," sort of, "but I mean, like, real pants? When Bash said there was gonna be a sleepover, I didn't know how I should dress, since I always sleep here, so, um--" Enough of that tangent. "I'm Jeff. I mean, I know you probably knew that already but I thought, hey, I should make it official and introduce myself anyway."

Boy, he's all over the place, isn't he? He could blame it on nerves, but really, this is just Jeff being Jeff.

When Bash disappears, Keith is left with a deer in headlights look on his face, trying to push down the nerves enough to be social and resorting to balancing himself first on one foot then the other like a weird emo flamingo to remove his boots. "You don't have to change. It's your house, I'm the one that's--" That's what? The interloper? Invading? Visiting? He's not entirely sure how to finish the sentence, so he lets it drop, setting his boots aside.

He's eternally grateful when Jeff gives him the subject change so he doesn't have to try to fumble for a finish. "Keith." And this is the part where he fumbles anyway, completely misinterpreting things as he shoves his hands in his pockets, thinking that Jeff is afraid he's trying to move in on his territory. "Look, I have a contract, even if it was just a matter of convenience to keep me out of trouble, but I fucked something up at the library, and I promised Bash I'd make it up to him however he wanted, and this is what he asked for, so... I promise I'm not out to steal him away from you or anything, so you don't have to worry about that."

Lay everything out on the table so that there's no surprises or worries or potential for anything weird. At least, that was his intention anyway.

For Bash & Jeff - Sleepovers

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Fuck it, I'm Impatient; text, un: hodie

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text; un: freakscene

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