"To work on my bike, you want me to shut your box or something?" Logan answered moving back over to the nightstand now; towering over Keith.
Logan's muscular frame and gruff exterior was enough to be intimidating alone, but for someone of Keith's size he was pretty darn terrifying to behold, especially so close. Keith however recovered from the brief shock of the dominating presence of Logan and replied; "N-no.. I, I want to go with you" Keith explained.
Logan cocked an eyebrow but then brought his thumb and forefinger to the box and scooped Keith out. Keith was amazed at the roughness and strength of his fingers as he sailed through the air.
Logan brought him over to his chest pocket and dropped him in. Keith tumbled a bit but resituated himself and then stood. It was then he noticed that he couldn't reach the top of the pocket, even if he jumped he wouldn't be able to. He gazed up to see Logan looking down at him, apparently checking on him for a second, he then let the pocket go and headed out of his room.
Keith decided he'd sit and relax. The fabric was warm, but the warmth from Logan's body was what made it truly warm, and his heartbeat could be clearly heard through the fabric of Logan's two shirts. ~This will take some getting used to~ Keith thought to himself as he bounced around here and there with each step Logan took.
Logan entered the garage and got his tools around and then got on his back and began working. The flannel shirt had slid off his chest and to each side of him.
Keith remained where he was for a moment, but curiosity came over him, as did the sense of boredom of staying in the pocket. He crawled on out and looked around. Straight ahead was Logan's left armpit, extending upward was his strong arm moving. Keith's eyes continued up and saw a wrench in his hand that he was twisting around, his other hand steadying things.
Keith crawled toward the armpit, seeing it as the easiest way to get to Logan's chest, which seemed to be much sturdier than the fabric. When he arrived there, he was beginning toward the chest when Logan's arm came down, trapping Keith in the pit.
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