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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."

[assured_of_this]

"I don't know that I'd call it a plan, really," Nate replies as he slowly walks backward toward the bedroom, pulling Brad along after him. "It's more like a sketch. An outline." His smile flashes bright again. "Mostly, it involves you naked in my bed, but I think that's more than enough to work with."

[nothingtomiss]

"Definitely a starting-point," says Brad, reaching out to snag his fingers over the neckline of Nate's t-shirt, tugging before he lets it drop. He's still in his jacket and he shrugs out of it, letting it drop to the floor, heavy and forgotten the minute that it's off.

"Assuming you're going to be naked too."
He grins; Nate's definitely going to be naked.

[assured_of_this]

"I think that can probably be arranged."

The bedroom door is open, but they don't make it to the bed. Something inside Nate finally gives, too much want, too many nights thinking about this moment with nothing but his own hand on his dick, and he pins Brad to the wall beside the clean lines of his Ikea armoire and wedges a knees between his thighs. Call it a detour.

Yeah, he definitely wouldn't have made it all the way home from the airport.

"I really fucking missed you," he says, and there's an earnestness in his pale blue eyes directly at odds with the forward rock of his hips.

[nothingtomiss]

Perfectly happy to be manhandled, he cradles Nate's face with both hands, legs spread wide, hips pressed forward against Nate's. He smiles, shifting his weight forward like he's incapable of staying still. He very nearly is. He's a Recon Marine, prides himself on his self control but this is just the effect that Nate Fick's always had on him. And he doesn't want to be still.

"I really fucking missed you too."

[assured_of_this]

"I've just decided to expand the plan," Nate says, one corner of his mouth quirking. His mouth brushes enticingly over Brad's as his fingers find the top of Brad's jeans and begin working open his belt. "You, naked in my bed, and staying there the entire time you're here."

When he pulls down Brad's zipper and his fingers glance over the denim-covered curve of his cock, Nate's breath catches, all the blood gone out of his head and straight to his own dick in an instant, leaving him dizzy. It's been way too long.

[nothingtomiss]

"Far be it for me to argue with a perfectly solid plan," he says, and then his hips jerk, looking for more of Nate's fingers, Nate's hand, Nate's anything. His hand skims down over the curve of Nate's ass, pulling in closer. He shifts his hips and traces after more of a kiss.

[assured_of_this]

"Jesus," Nate says, a tremulous exhalation against Brad's mouth as his eyes drop closed in an attempt to center himself. Months apart, missing another person like a lost limb-It's all hit him just now in a rush, and he wants to keep a handle on it, to not succumb so much that he loses forward momentum, but that ache flares up beneath the joy and shakes him to his foundation.

"I love you, you know," he says, voice earnest and tight with emotion as he opens his eyes to peer into the brighter blue of Brad's. "Fuck you for doing this to me, because when you're gone, I can't stand it," he adds, smiling despite himself.