Keith is watching him like a predator sighting prey. He can imagine how hard this is on him. He sets down his part of the mattress and walks to him. He can’t tear his gaze away from him as he reaches his side and slides an arm around his waist to tug him back into their room. They don’t need to move anything else into the hallway.

The contact if allowed is so welcome he sighs, utterly content. “It’s just a little longer Keith. We can put our room in order so we don’t have to do it later.” He really wants to just let things go. That’s exactly why he can’t allow it. He shuts the door behind them and slowly releases his best friend turned boyfriend. “Let’s lay out the bedframe. Between us we can get this done in fifteen minutes...don’t rush it. We’ll be sleeping here.” Together. His control slips and he steps in close, his hand tangling in Keith’s dark hair as he leans down to kiss him, finally, again.

This is exactly what they both need as a small break. Their talk hadn’t taken as long as he thought it would. It doesn’t surprise him.