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[nothingtomiss]

The leave's been coming for a while, not ringed on the calendar, nothing so fucking obvious, but there, in the back of his head. He walks out of the office on a Friday and drives home to his aoartment, throws a few things into a duffle bag and he's on his way again, towards the airport. He finds it hard to relax during the five hours in the air

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[assured_of_this]

Nate had wanted to go to the airport. Pragmatically, he understands that it's better he didn't, the absence of Brad for these past several months wanting to manifest like an itch under his skin, a jones. He thinks, perhaps, he has enough self control to have been able to mostly keep his hands to himself until they got back to the apartment, but he can't say so decisively.

He'd wanted to go to the airport, but he's waiting instead, fidgety like an addict, wandering around the small space as if he might find solace against the slow crawl of time anywhere within it.

[nothingtomiss]

The walk up to Nate's apartment is torture, but he gets there, in the end. On the keyring in his pocket, there's keys to an apartment he's hardly ever in, but now he gets to use them. He lets himself into the apartment and drops his duffle in the hallway.

"Honey?" he calls. "I'm home."

[assured_of_this]

Even after so long with his ear bent to hear the click of the lock on the front door, the sound of it startles Nate, right out of the desk chair in the spare bedroom where he'd been mindlessly surfing the internet. It occurs to him, briefly, to play it cool when he walks out to the living room, but by the time he gets there he's abandoned the idea in favor of getting his hands on his boyfriend as quickly as possible.

The smile on his face is artless and broad until the moment his mouth finds Brad's, fingers sliding careful and deliberate over the curve of chest and hips and ass like he's reading braille.

"You," he says, when he allows himself breath again. He hooks fingers in Brad's belt loops to tug him forward. "Come with me."

[nothingtomiss]

Nate's been out for long enough that he's all but lost the look of a Marine but there's a part of Brad that will always associate him with that and his spine snaps a little closer, even as Nate's dragging him along by his hips. He reaches out, snags the back of Nate's neck and drags him into a quick, messy kiss.

"You sound like a man with a plan."