When Keith stepped into the rustic looking ‘Garrison’ club, with his guitar slung over his shoulder, the very first thing that hit him was the voice on stage.
That powerful voice, that seemed to carry so much hope and experience and pain. He quickly bought a drink, something cheap, he didn’t know what it was but it burned on the way down and lit a warm match in his stomach, so he bought another. He walked down behind the stage, and put his guitar next to the stuff marked Mariner’s Revenge. He saw Pidge’s drum kit, and Hunk’s keyboard, and Shay’s bass, as well as Cosmo’s little backpack and spare set of headphones. He wondered where they were, and if they’d seen him come in.
He walked back out to the club, that voice still singing, but something different now.
That voice, calming and sultry, luring him into gathered crowd, who were all as seemingly transfixed as he was.
It gave him the feeling of an unlucky -or very lucky, depending- pirate, who had been enticed by a siren, luring him to his death.
“I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met”
The moment Keith’s eyes set on the owner of that goddamn voice, his very first thought was ‘fuck’. He was hot. And built like a fucking building. What did this guy do, eat bricks and make deals with Aphrodite herself?
The man’s forehead was glistening with little beads of sweat, one single drop pouring down his temple. A tuft of white hair was sticking to his forehead, gone slightly curly from the humidity. The rest of his hair was damp, and black, slightly messy from what Keith assumed was him constantly running his hand through it.
Keith nearly gasped when he saw the man’s eyes. They were a dark grey, but carried a sense of kindness with them and were by no means boring. His eyes were smiling, a real smile that can’t be faked. He moved his gaze down, and saw in the bridge of his nose was a long scar. His eyes glanced at the man’s arms, strong, ‘perfect for pining you against a wall while- nope, not going down that road. Keep your thoughts straight, Kogane.’ He mentally cursed. Fuck, how long had it been since he’d gotten laid? A glint of metal in the blue lights of the club caught Keith’s eye. He looked at the man’s right arm, quickly discovering that it was, in fact, almost fully metal.
Before he could think anything of it, he felt a heavy hand hit down on his shoulder. He sighed, and balled up his fists, ready to punch whatever dude thought he was up for a quick fuck in the bathroom stalls. He knew he screamed ‘Topless Twink’, what with his leather pants that sculpted his ass, and his red cropped jacket, with a plain, red low cut silk shirt underneath, and the fucking black satin choker with ‘Baby Boy’ in white diamanté letters that Lance had paid $50 to see him wear, but he didn’t need a reminder.
He stopped, however when he realised it was just Hunk, his friend, their band’s keyboard player, and half time bartender at the Garrison.
“Hey, dude! I didn’t see you come in, want a drink? There’s a bunch of new specials, but I honestly can’t tell you the names without wanting to wash my mouth out with soap, I need to have a word with Lance, he can’t call something ‘Tie Me to the Bedpost’ because he wants to hear cute girls order it, but whatever, we’ve classics like tequila-“
“Show me the specials” Keith interrupted the babbling man.
“Oh, dude one of them is so you. You have to try it. Maybe it’ll give you some courage to talk to Adonis up there” Hunk replied smugly, with a small motion to the man.”
Keith shoved him playfully. “Bite me. Besides you’re not much better with that bassist you’re always pining over”
Hunk sighed. “Yeah dude, but can you blame me? Shay’s.... something else. And at least I know her name.”
Keith laughed, and starting walking toward the bar with him. “I can’t really say much, not like it’s a her I’d be looking out for, and I told you, I want him to tell me his name.” As much as Keith was gay, he couldn’t fully say Hunk’s crush wasn’t absolutely beautiful, she just wasn’t really his type.
Hunk laughed, his entire build shaking as he did. “Oh, don’t I know it dude.”
Keith threw him a glance as Hunk mixed their drinks. The music had stopped, the band taking a break, when there was a sudden shout and a smash of glass that caused both boys to jump, and look around for the source of the commotion.
One Keith had realised what was happening, he took off like a bat out of hell to the other end of the bar.
His younger brother, Cosmo, was standing next to his bar stool, his Diet Coke bottle broken and spilling off the bar. He was visibly shaken, and had a bust lip.
“You think because you’re cute you can fucking ignore me? I know you’re lying! I heard you talking outside to the slut from that shitty band.” The stranger lifted a shaky hand to wipe his lip and scoffed. “Hey, if you’re telling the truth at least I can hear, you cripp-“
Keith was fuming. That was the last fucking straw. He shoved himself in front of Cosmo and the stranger who, now that Keith could see more clearly also had a bust lip.
“Hey! Back the fuck off!” The stranger turned his attention to Keith, momentarily forgetting about Cosmo. “And who the fuck do you think you are, fag? Fairy superhero come to save pretty-boy here? I was gonna take him out to the alleyway and teach his worthless faggot ass a lesson but you’ll do just fine.”
The guy turned out to be a full head taller than Keith, and he had a feeling the next ten minutes were gonna hurt.
“Hey! Get the hell out of here!”
Keith all but jumped at the new, powerful voice. Even without turning around, he knew he would not want to to be on the receiving end of that voice right now. The man from the stage was now beside Keith, staring the stranger down with angry eyes. Even though the dickhead stranger was tall, the man from the stage was even taller, and seemed even more jacked up close.
“Oh, your queer steroid boyfriend over here thinks he’s the hero by coming to save your twink self, huh?” The stranger daunted, his slurs taking a clear effect on both Cosmo and Keith, even though neither would ever admit to it.
The man from the stage glared daggers at the stranger. “I won’t repeat myself again. Leave.”
The stranger turned around to get his jacket from his stool, when he suddenly went for Keith, who had barely enough time to react before a fist collided with his nose. “Fuck!” He reeled back, clutching his face. The man from the stage had enough and, after getting a few beat downs from what were assumed to be the dickhead’s gang who had just come out of the toilets, punched the dickhead stranger in the face, causing him to spin around as he dropped like a bag of bricks.
Two men Keith had seen onstage with the tall man picked up the unconscious stranger and, with Hunk’s direction, carried him out to the back
“Where the garbage belongs” Hunk had said with a wink.
Keith, Cosmo and the man walked to the storage room, each holding an ice bag (or in Keith’s case, a bag of frozen peas, Lord knows why the hell Hunk had those in his freezer, and when he’d asked Lance had started trying to stifle his laughter, muttering something about dares and a straw incident. Keith decided he didn't want to know ) and sat on the boxes of equipment.
Keith was about to ask the man’s name, and offer to get him a drink, when a woman - Shay - came barrelling in, asking if they were alright, and doting over Cosmo.
“Wait, you guys know each other?” The man had asked Shay, when she had started scolding Keith for getting into yet another bar fight.
“Yeah, I have classes with Cosmo, and Keith here is in band with that keyboardist I was telling you about.”
“I was about to ask your name, you know” Keith added, motioning to the man next to him.
“Takashi, but my friends- you can call me Shiro”
Shiro. He liked the sound of it it his head. Shay had left at this point, claiming to go get drinks for everyone. Shiro’s name suited him, Keith decided. At least it wasn’t something like Chad.
“Well Shiro, I think I owe you a drink, for being so heroic like you were.”
Shiro laughed, and then groaned in pain, clutching his ice pack to his ribs.
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer, that dickhead definitely left a bruise. What was he on about anyways?”
Keith glanced at Cosmo, who nodded in agreement, and starting signing what had happened.
“Well, my younger brother Cosmo here, is deaf, and that dude was trying to hit on him, and wouldn’t believe him when he said he’s deaf, and was convinced he was ignoring him, considering he ‘doesn’t sound deaf’ and all that bullshit.” Keith answered, translating for Cosmo.
Shiro turned to Cosmo putting down his ice bag, and Keith stiffened up, waiting for The Questions:
‘You don’t look deaf?’
‘Isn’t it hard?’
‘How do you have a social life?’
‘Do you only date deaf people?’
‘Do you like music?’
‘Can you drive?’
Instead, to both Keith and Cosmo’s surprise Shiro started to sign.
’I hope that guy doesn’t come back, don’t you?’
Cosmo’s face lit up, he laughed, and responded ’If he does, you’ll be the first to hear about it’
Keith smiled, he liked seeing his brother laugh. “So, Shiro, when did you learn ASL?”
“College course I took. That’s where I met Shay. I’m decently fluent in ASL and PSE” He replied, speaking and signing in kind.
’Keith, can we keep him?’ Cosmo asked grinning, shamelessly making his brother blush.
That made both boys laugh. ’If he wants to stay, he can’ Keith said back, smiling.
’I will, if Keith buys me that drink first’ Shiro responded, again both speaking and signing.
“That can definitely be done, Mister Hero” Keith flattened out his bag of peas and held them back up to his nose.
“Shiro the Hero” Cosmo laughed, and Shiro chuckled at the nickname. Today had definitely turned out better than he thought, even if he got a bruised rib, he finally got to meet the cute guy he’d seen at the bar those few months ago. He could only hope Keith liked guys, never mind him. He sighed.
“Drinks?” Keith hopped off his box, Cosmo following.
“Definitely” Shiro grinned, and sauntered off to the bar.
’You’re in love’ Cosmo teased.
’Bite me’ Keith jabbed him in response.
’Don’t ask me, ask him.’ Cosmo laughed, and ran out of the storage room squealing, with Keith hot on his tail.