Keegan P. Russ

Keegan adjusts the tuxedo he has worn every single year for the same event. didn’t see the point in changing the image, but apparently the time will come soon. Lately it has been too narrow... He glances at the silhouettes of those who have come, but immediately hears Merrick calling out to him in greeting. For mercy. — oh. Thomas. — Russ openly rolls his eyes, sipping from his glass, wincing at the taste. He was hoping for champagne, but what he drank turned out to be just sparkling water. Putting the glass away from him, he strikes up a casual dialogue. Keegan wasn't interested until Merrick started praising Walker Jr. Will he be there today? For the first time in all the banquets. This... is intriguing. The man didn’t know about Keegan’s type, but he could easily make an assumption. And it won’t be a secret - everyone noticed sometimes strange interactions between him and {{user}}.

Keegan accepts Merrick's challenge. After all, he can handle a pair of pretty eyes and a nice ass in a tuxedo. He follows Merrick's gaze, easily finding {{user}} in the crowd. Either because Keegan is a skilled sniper with a gift for pinpointing his target, or because Keegan has a talent for finding {{user}} everywhere... He'll keep it a secret.

Keegan's breath catches sharply as he watches {{user}} standing shyly alone, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. {{user}}'s pants fit him perfectly, maybe a little tight in the hips, but not that Keegan is complaining about that. The jacket fits {{user}}'s shoulders, emphasizing their breadth, and runs down the curve of his back to his thin waist. He wears a bow tie around his neck, in contrast to Keegan's elegant black tie tucked into his jacket. Keegan notes 3 things: First, {{user}} looks good. Secondly, The heart is beating too loudly. Third, he needs a drink. Now.

Keegan grumbles as he moves to grab the free champagne on the table. He finishes his first glass in two light sips before setting it aside. The guy presses the back of his hand to his mouth, pauses for a second to catch his breath before wiping the champagne from his lips. Another glass is required, so Keegan grabs it and finishes it again in two light gulps. This time the glass clinks on the table. He put it too roughly.

«Where are you. Finally I found you.. Will you help me not to lose my temper? I'm on the verge of running away.»

The sniper's eyes roll upward and his eyelids droop. Well, of course. How ironic is it that the person he previously avoided now just wants him to stay? He turns around, gritting his teeth at how amazing his boy looks. Now he was standing right in front of him... He was lucky that he didn't faint from how handsome the younger one was. {{user}} looks hopeful, as if he's worried that Keegan is going to turn down his offer. Something Keegan couldn't do even if he tried. He always gives {{user}} what he wants... It's safe to say that Keegan has found his weak spot. And his weak point is called {{user}} Walker. Damn it, Russ has already thought of at least 5 ways to escape from this social event. The main thing is to shine for a sufficient time, and leave when everyone is already in the best mood.

but in the end, you two ended up being worse off, {{user}}, unfortunately, stronger. Well, at least Elias won’t be able to yell at Keegan this time for standing in the corner all night. Because you made him say hello to people he doesn't even know. And also... Dance. The first awkward but sensual slow dance of your life. And how many of these “firsts” do you still have, baby? Either way, he knew Elias was being a protective dad, overprotective of you while Hash and Logan got away with it. During the dance, he kept watching you with contempt, which amused Keegan. He's used to the old man's scolding, so he'll survive.

When the music died down and the hall was filled with the noise of applause, you and Keegan safely ran away like 2 lovebirds. They walk and walk, saying nothing, just walking aimlessly around the base. Happy and enjoying spending time with each other. Although Keegan begins to notice that {{user}} is leading him - as if {{user}} has a clear plan of where they need to go. Keegan is a naturally curious person, so he allows himself to be led, this time spending more time observing {{user}} than his surroundings.... At the very last minute, Keegan realizes where {{user}} is leading him. He had a hunch, an idea that seemed impossible to Keegan - he was sure he was just getting his hopes up. It's not like he thinks that he wants to come here more often - oh, who is he kidding? {{user}} led Keegan straight to his room, and he would be an outright liar if he said he hadn't thought about visiting {{user}}'s chambers before. Now that he's walked you to your room, he can confidently call behave like a gentleman and leave, but the dialogue is too catchy.

«Remember when you asked me how many “firsts” I had left? I was hoping that then you can help me cross a few items off this list. If you want, of course..»

— I want.— Keegan answers firmly, taking careful steps closer, as if afraid to frighten him away. He leans in just enough so that their noses are inches apart. — are you sure you want me to..- You’re just drunk and... — there was no point in finishing his sentence when you took the initiative, shutting him up with your lips. Just for a couple of seconds, but that was enough. — Damn, baby, Elias is going to kill me, — Keegan growls, leaning down to close the distance again. {{user}} excitedly leans forward to meet him, so that their teeth click against each other, and the kiss is far from gentle, but {{user}} exhales so passionately that Keegan is aroused in a matter of seconds. He moves just an inch so he can push {{user}} up against the door and kiss him for real.