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Keefitz - Kiss Me Like it Isn't Allowed

Hiiiii I am so sorry for disappearing for like a month anyway I'm back and here's some Keefitz for y'all!

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The night it all started was normal. Keefe sprawled on Fitz's bed, staring at the ceiling lost somewhere in a world of thought. "I wonder what it's like to kiss someone," Keefe said to no one in particular.

Fitz looked up startled, "Didn't you kiss my sister once?"

"She turned her head!" He put his hands up in defense. "I meant like, kiss someone for real."

"Come back to me when you have an answer," Fitz sighed indifferently. He never really understood the gain there was to smashing mouths together and moving them around. He hadn't realized Keefe had moved to sit cris cross in front of him until he pulled away his book. "Hello to you too," he said. Keefe's ears were pink against his pale hair.

"What if- if you wanted to- maybe we- I could- uh," he swallowed, eyes darting everywhere. Fitz smiled a bit.

"Spit it out, buddy."

"CanIkissyou?" Fitz's brain short-circuited, and Keefe began to fidget, playing with his hands like he would die if he didn't. Purely out of impulse and not thinking straight, Fitz surged forward his forehead smacking into Keefe's. "Ow," he groaned.

"That definitely could've gone better," Keefe laughed weakly. Before he could grab the book again and hide behind the pages, soft hands ghosted his face. Oh, he thought, realizing what he agreed to.

"This still okay?" he asked softly. His hands fell gently on Fitz's cheeks. They were light, barely there, waiting to be refused.

A breathy, "Yes," was all Keefe needed to press their lips softy together.

There weren't any fireworks as Fitz's eyes fluttered closed and pushed back slightly. There wasn't anything grandiose about it, it was sloppy and messy. There was only this: Fitz's vague thought of Oh, as the air was stolen out of his lungs by Keefe's soft irreversible touch.

Eventually Keefe pulled away, panting slightly. He chased him for a quick second, quickly realizing that his hands had left with his mouth. So it went, Fitz winding up the courage to put his hands in his hair, his eyes widening at the sudden touch but leaned into it. So it went, hands, mouths, hair.

When it's over he watched Keefe leave. Frizzy hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. Some part of him realized that he had done that. A dopey grin took over his face.

But his small paradise shattered the moment Keefe closed the door and someone else opened it. By harsh words and stern looks. His father said it wasn't okay, that if he wanted to matter the kiss couldn't matter. So the next day he doesn't let it change things and he tried to miss the way Keefe stared after him. It doesn't matter, because he mattered.

His heart was in his ears as he moved through the warehouse. A shout rang out to his left followed by a buzz signaling that someone was out on his team. He filed that somewhere in the back of his mind as he hid behind a wall. If he could just spot someone- There! Tam was running between two walls-

"Hey, Princey," whispered Keefe, right as he was about to pull the trigger. And just like that, his concentration was gone and so was Tam.

"Dammit," he breathed, lowering the gun. Fitz tried to ignore Keefe, he was supposed to be helping his team. That couldn't happen if he thought about the annoyingly persistent boy next to him. They did this often, the group finding themselves more often at the old warehouse converted to a laser tag company. It was known that Fitz was the best shot, his aim was unmatched by the others. Most of the time he found himself like this: behind a wall, or on top of something, trying to hit the people running in and out between the walls.