#the salt route au has a lot of really cool moments

[cadaverlee]

live fast die young bad boys do it well pt. 3

“Shut up and hang on,” Keith bites back, stomping his brake and jerking the steering wheel. Shiro nearly bites his tongue, teeth clenched as he car slides over the dirt and onto the next road.

Or, the one where Keith and Shiro do some "catching up."

Title: night rider

Pairing: Sheith

Series: Street Racing AU/Live Fast, Die Young

Chapter: 3 of ?

A/N:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) So anyway, here's Wonderwall. And after a gazillion years.... the third chapter  _(:3」∠)_ Also! Find me on AO3!

“Get fucking buckled and find something to hold onto.” To his pleasure, Shiro does as he’s told, watching the rearview and side mirrors as he holds onto the grab handle with a death grip. Keith’s eyes flick for a half second to the dull glint of light off of the metal of Shiro’s right hand, then to the sudden flash of red and blue in his mirrors. “Keith.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Keith says, shifting. He tries to remember the other roads Pidge had told him about, and his eyes widen when he recalls the folded sheet of paper Pidge had stuffed into his hand earlier. “Under your feet is a map – you can read one, right?” Keith smirks at the dirty look Shiro shoots him, shifting again. He needs to get far enough ahead to disappear. “What’s the closest highlighted road?”

“Uh, three… miles on your left,” Shiro says as he studies the map in his hands -- a feat, considering the commotion and how dark it is. He hears Keith mutter, “I can make that,” and wants to ask how, but Keith interrupts by saying, “I told you to hold onto something, and I mean it, Shiro.” Keith’s hitting 100, and he’s slowly inching farther away from the officers in pursuit, thumb grazing lightly over one of the red buttons on his steering wheel in contemplation. He sees the road he needs to take and the spread out bushes lining it, making a split-second decision and killing his lights. “Keith!”

“Shut up and hang on,” Keith bites back, stomping his brake and jerking the steering wheel. Shiro nearly bites his tongue, teeth clenched as he car slides over the dirt and onto the next road. Keith picks up speed again and hits one of the red buttons, feeling the jolt and sudden speed of nitrous flooding his engine. He can practically feel Shiro go rigid in his seat. Thankfully there’s the sudden feel of asphalt – shitty, but it’s there – and he goes a little way farther, giving the nitrous a chance to mostly burn out before suddenly veering off the road and into the brush some ways and cutting the engine. Keith hopes they made it far enough from the road, listening to the sirens flit past and Shiro’s ragged breathing. His own heart is thundering in his chest, high on adrenaline, and his right hand makes a grab for Shiro’s left. The words Shiro was going to say die on his lips and they’re silent.

Keith waits exactly thirty seconds after the last siren has faded into the distance before he starts his car again, and it’s not until they’re well on the main road that he chances to turn his lights back on. The both of them are quiet, the decline in adrenaline causing Keith’s mind to go blank while Shiro is hyper aware of their still clasped hands resting on the center console. Eventually, he relaxes, focusing on the planes of Keith’s face lit by the dashboard lights.

“Do you have to stare?” Keith asks quietly, startling Shiro out of his stupor. He won’t admit to nearly squirming under Shiro’s heavy gaze, which has now turned to the road in front of them. “Nice driving,” Shiro says instead.

“I told you I knew what I was doing.”

“Shut up, I wasn’t trying to stroke your ego,” Shiro grumps, squeezing Keith’s hand lightly and drinking in the sound of Keith’s quiet laugh. He tells himself it’s okay here, to be like this with Keith. There’s no one else and he’s off duty anyway. They drive in a comfortable silence for another thirty miles and into town. Shiro gives him the cross streets of where he lives, and Keith navigates with ease, pulling up to his building number and noticing with a slight annoyance that the apartments Shiro lives in are really nice. Sometimes Shiro’s perfectness is too much for him.

They sit in silence for a while, Keith having turned off the engine to conserve gasoline because he knows Shiro isn’t going to just up and leave – they’ve done this one too many times for him to think it so simple. Shiro makes a move first, though it’s not one that Keith was expecting; he digs his wallet out of his back pocket and hands Keith a twenty.

“Uh, for gas,” Shiro offers. Keith takes the bill quietly, fingers brushing over the skin of Shiro’s and it’s like touching a live wire. He swallows.

“Thanks for that,” Keith says quietly, looking to Shiro. “That being warning us…”

Shiro smiles. “Thanks for not leaving me out there.” Keith punches him lightly in the arm, grinning.

“I couldn’t just leave you out there, anyway. Who would let slide all those parking tickets?”

“You mean the ones you promised to pay?”

“Did I say parking tickets? I meant movie tickets,” Keith says, making a flippant motion with his hand. Shiro rolls his eyes, catching Keith’s hand and leans forward over the center console to kiss his gloved knuckles, an eyebrow cocked. “What, like movie tickets for us? Are you asking me out, Keith?”

Keith scoffs, face heating intensely and even with just the shitty street light flooding in from half a block away, Shiro can still see the blush. Keith’s eyes zero in on Shiro, a pout on his lips. “Are you gonna actually come out with me this time, or are you gonna give me some excuse again?” He’s aware he’s leaning in – it’s a challenge. He’s also aware of how heavy the change in subject is becoming and how quick this moment could sour. But for the life of him, Keith just can’t resist the urge to instigate.

Shiro visibly twitches and he tugs Keith forward until their lips crush together. Keith decides he likes this route better than one where a fight ensues, and kisses back with vigor. He can feel Shiro relaxing. Keith knows he can easily manipulate Shiro’s emotions, and Shiro, in turn, has called him on it during various attempts to not be swayed – which have so far failed spectacularly. Case in point: that very moment. Shiro and Keith grip each other tightly over the center console, Shiro’s human hand feeling up Keith’s stomach and chest underneath his tee and Keith can’t control himself to save his own life – he crawls over the console and into Shiro’s lap. Bucket seats are hardly the ideal place for heated makeouts, but neither of them complain Shiro’s hands drag paths up and down Keith’s thighs, they sneak up under his shirt and bunch the fabric to get access to the expanse of Keith’s back. Keith bites lightly at Shiro’s lips, jaw, neck… He doesn’t bite hard enough to leave marks though. He knows how Shiro likes to keep up his professional appearance. And no one is going to take a cop seriously when they’re covered in dark, purpling hickeys. The image of Shiro covered in them makes Keith shudder. But just because Keith can’t markup Shiro, doesn’t mean it can’t be the other way around – and Shiro takes great satisfaction in sucking marks into the side and base of Keith’s neck.

“Fuck,” Keith breathes out, nails scratching through the short hairs along the back of Shiro’s head. Shiro responds by dragging his nails down Keith’s side, causing him to arch forward. “God, Shiro!”

Shiro smirks and pulls Keith back down to lock their lips together again. It’s nothing but heat and passion for a good while, but neither of them goes further than scratches and hickeys, and soon the heat melts into a comfortable warmth and their kisses slow. Keith presses his forehead to Shiro’s, breath shaky as he holds him close. Shiro’s arms are wound tightly around Keith’s waist, his eyes closed and his own breath slowly evening. “It’s late… And you have to work in the morning,” Keith whispers. He feels Shiro’s smile hovering over his lips.

“So do you.”

“Maybe we should go to bed.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Shiro replies as Keith leans back to look down at him. He has a disappointed look on his face that makes Shiro want to wrap him in his arms all over again because he knows the thoughts running through Keith’s head at the moment – and the very thing they both want to do is beyond a clear line that they really shouldn’t cross. Keith reaches over and pops open the door, stepping out into the cool night air. Shiro climbs out after him, stretching his limbs and yawning.

Keith turns to Shiro, looking up at him. Shiro leans down and kisses him. “Go to bed, Shiro,” Keith says when they part, walking to the other side of the car. He’s already closed off and Shiro can hear it in his voice – it happens every time, and he knows not to push it anymore. Shiro shuts the door and starts up the sidewalk to his apartment, glancing over his shoulder at Keith, who is dropping down into the driver’s seat. Right, then… Shiro turns back and continues his short walk while he listens to the Mustang’s engine start up and pull out of the parking lot.

Later, as he’s lying in bed, Shiro imagines how the rest of their night could’ve gone. They could’ve finished in the car, but remembers hearing Keith tell him how he had a thing about needing a bed, so in all likelihood, they would’ve come up to Shiro’s apartment. He fantasizes about spreading Keith out on his bed and picking him apart slowly, learning every curve and dip of Keith’s body. And just when Keith reached his limits, Shiro would relent and give in. He'd give Keith everything he had.

Shiro can almost taste the salt of Keith’s skin as he’s stroking himself. He finally gives in with a sigh as his orgasm shudders through him. While he cleans himself up, Shiro wonders if it were to ever be possible for them to have a normal, healthy relationship. Shiro’s lips twitch into a smirk as he’s falling asleep. Healthy? They could probably do that. He would welcome that, actually.

But normal? Normal went out the window the first day Shiro slapped his handcuffs onto Keith’s wrists.

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