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Kyuhyun still wasn’t used to Donghae’s shorter hair, stronger arms, or some of the things he said out of habit. It had been nearly eighteen months since the last time he’d seen Donghae, and it was far too long. The long distance call fees suddenly weren’t such an irritation, the early mornings spent talking because of the time distance didn’t seem like a waste of time he could have been asleep, the price to ship boxes overseas wasn’t so bad.

But Donghae had been given fourteen days of R&R, and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but feel like he’d wasted the time. After the calls, the time, the money he’d spent just to talk to Donghae and stay connected to his best friend, he’d wasted two entire weeks of having him in person. He had even missed going to the airport to pick him up with the rest of his friends and family because he had to work overtime for more money to pay rent.

He was beginning to think he didn’t need the extra hours, after all.

They sat next to each other at a bar, Donghae and Eunhyuk chattering endlessly about a day when they had every day to spend being good, close friends together. He listened in a bit, but for the most part lost himself in thought as he sipped his cold drink, fingers sliding over the beads of condensation on his glass.

He heard Donghae laugh and felt his heartbeat flutter at the beautiful sound. He glanced over, giving a half smile even though he hadn’t heard the joke because just the sound of Donghae’s happiness made him want to join in and be happy, too. He gazed at Donghae’s back for a while, understanding that maybe there were other people he wanted to talk to besides him on his last night in the country.

Donghae turned to face him suddenly, teeth showing in an impossibly bright, dazzling smile. “Nah, I’m staying the night at Kyuhyun’s tonight so he can take me to the airport tomorrow,” he said, and though he was speaking to Eunhyuk, his gleaming eyes never left Kyuhyun’s.

This was news to Kyuhyun. “Since when?” Kyuhyun asked, eyebrow rising.

Donghae leaned in, his own eyebrow raised in a mock of Kyuhyun’s expression. “Since now,” he stated and then turned back around to continue his conversation with Eunhyuk.

Kyuhyun couldn’t help but smile, although it hurt. One night wasn’t enough to change things. One night wasn’t enough to make Donghae see how Kyuhyun felt and how he had felt for so long. It wasn’t enough time to show or tell Donghae how desperately he’d been missed while Kyuhyun sat in his lonely apartment on his laptop in the dark. It wasn’t enough time to let him know that since even before Donghae had actually enlisted he’d dreaded the day he’d go on leave because he knew how hard it would be to continue about his life as normal without him there.

It wasn’t near enough time for Kyuhyun to show that he’d loved Donghae since before he’d ever dreamt about the military.

As he’d been absorbed in his own train of thought, Eunhyuk had decided it was late enough and that he needed to get home and get to sleep. He watched absently as Eunhyuk hugged Donghae, only showing slight sorrow as he spotted the redness of Eunhyuk’s eyes, the tears that streaked his cheeks.

“Be careful, man,” Eunhyuk said as they pulled away and shook hands like men, his other hand reaching up to swipe his face dry.

Donghae smiled, but he seemed to be holding back tears. They hugged again, and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but look away before he, too, became overridden with sadness. In a few moments, Donghae’s hand landed on Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “You ready?”

If by “ready” Donghae meant for the next morning, then absolutely not. But Donghae had only meant to leave the bar, which Kyuhyun most definitely was. “Yeah,” he finally said and stood up.

He drove Donghae to his apartment, where all of his bags were already packed and ready for the next day. The greenish-brown duffle bag sat next to the door, upright and leaning against the wall with the luggage tags and everything in place.

“We need to wake up tomorrow but damn I’m wired,” Donghae said as he followed Kyuhyun into the living room.

“I guess we can see what’s on television,” Kyuhyun said and picked up the remote off the coffee table as Donghae lingered behind him.

“Kyuhyun.” Donghae’s voice sounded incredibly serious, almost anguished in the subtlest way.

A gentle hand on his shoulder silently told him to set the remote down and turn around. As he did so, he met Donghae’s eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line.

“I’m gonna miss you the most.” His eyebrows drew together as he spoke. He began to shake his head, started to look away and avoid Kyuhyun’s eyes. “You know I always thought I wouldn’t have a problem. I figured I could call and everything would be okay. But it’s not the same because you and I both know I’m thousands of miles away.”

“What are you getting at?” Kyuhyun asked, only because it seemed like this wasn’t what Donghae had planned to say.

Donghae stopped talking and looked up. He stepped closer to Kyuhyun. “Did you miss me?” he asked.

Kyuhyun’s face scrunched up with confusion. “Of course I missed you. What are you –”

“No,” Donghae interrupted. “Did you miss me miss me?”

Kyuhyun’s stomach did a flip, his heart raced. “That’s…” he began, but he trailed off and his eyes fell to Donghae’s chest. “Yes,” he replied softly.

Donghae’s hands pressed to each of his cheeks and lifted his face, bringing their lips together in an abrupt, breath-taking split second. Kyuhyun’s hands shook just slightly as he reached for Donghae, any part of him to know that it was real, that he was real, that they were real. As Donghae twisted his head to the side and pressed their lips together deeper, slower, Kyuhyun’s eyes slid shut and his hands gripped Donghae’s shirt.

Donghae brought their bodies together as his arms slid around Kyuhyun’s waist, his tongue dipped between his lips. Kyuhyun’s arm clung to Donghae’s shoulder, his other hand winding around the back of his neck and pulled him even closer, tighter.

When Donghae broke away for air, he dipped his head and pressed a feather-light kiss to Kyuhyun’s jaw line, trailing downwards to seal his lips against Kyuhyun’s neck. Kyuhyun tipped his head to the side as he felt the incredible suction as Donghae’s lips opened and closed against on his skin. He breathed hard as he felt teeth, then felt the tug of his skin between Donghae’s lips.

As Donghae’s hands moved around to push under Kyuhyun’s shirt, his mouth moved downwards to the edge of the neckline to suck at the base of Kyuhyun’s neck just above his collarbone. Kyuhyun let out a soft noise as Donghae’s hands explored and caressed his stomach, flittered upwards to navigate his chest and push his shirt up even further. In the moment Donghae pulled away, Kyuhyun raised his arms above his head and together they both got rid of his shirt.

He reached for Donghae’s shirt, and like their minds were connected by a telephone wire across an ocean between two countries, Donghae grabbed the hem at the same time as Kyuhyun and they tore it up and over his head. Kyuhyun reached out and grabbed Donghae by the front of his belt, his fingers dipping into his waistline as he pulled their bodies together again. Donghae’s hand came up and clutched his waist as their lips molded together and they stumbled backwards slightly in the direction of Kyuhyun’s bedroom.

Just on their way into the hallway, Donghae spared a moment to reach out and flick off the living room light. Their feet shifted in uncoordinated steps across the floor as they shuffled into the bedroom and closed the door behind them, leaving the light off.

Donghae pushed Kyuhyun down on the bed and unbuttoned his pants before crawling on top between his jean-clad legs.

Kyuhyun felt Donghae’s hand over his erection rubbing vertically along his length and moaned, feeling his face heat up and flush red. He panted as Donghae’s hand sped up, bearing down just a bit more before finally stopping. He caught his breath as Donghae’s hands worked to undo his pants, his mind racing with things he’d only ever thought in his wildest dreams before then.

Kyuhyun parted his lips as Donghae brought their mouths and tongues together while he pushed the pair of jeans down his legs. Kyuhyun helped to kick them off and then took the time while Donghae pulled his own pants off to reach into the drawer of his nightstand for lube and a condom.

“Not yet,” Donghae breathed as he saw what was in Kyuhyun’s hand. “We have time.”

“Not much,” Kyuhyun stated. It had to be close to two in the morning by then, maybe later. “You won’t have time to sleep.”

“This is a bit more important than sleep. I can sleep on the damn plane,” Donghae grumbled as he grasped the waistband of Kyuhyun’s underwear and jerked them downwards.

Kyuhyun inhaled sharply, albeit somehow silently, as Donghae’s hand took his completely hardened erection and pumped it several times. He clenched his teeth as he watched Donghae shift downwards so that his face was above his throbbing dick. He made fists in the blanket as he waited with anticipation, his eyes locked on that beautiful mouth centimeters from the tip.

As the hot wetness and utterly blissful velvety interior of Donghae’s mouth engulfed his dick, Kyuhyun shook with pleasure as his eyes rolled back in his head and his back strained upwards in an arch. He collapsed onto the bed limp as Donghae’s mouth left him for a moment. He glanced downwards to see Donghae’s tongue slicking his lips, only to squeeze his eyes shut soon after as the incredible heat was back, surrounding his dick and forming a unbearably tight suction.

Kyuhyun let out a shuddering groan as Donghae’s mouth moved up and down his shaft, fulfilling so many of his sexual fantasies in just those few moments of complete euphoria. He tried hard not to grasp Donghae’s scalp too tightly, not to buck into his mouth without warning. He tried hard to hold back his light moans, his heavy breathing. All of his attempts were in vain.

Too soon Donghae pulled away and moved back upwards, pressing his lips against Kyuhyun’s neck to mark a path down his chest, over his sternum and across to a nipple. While Donghae idly sucked, Kyuhyun focused on not bucking upwards and grinding his hips against Donghae’s.

Donghae pulled away and sat upwards so that he could push his boxers over his waist and down his legs. Kyuhyun stared with wide eyes at the dick that stood upright and fully aroused as Donghae rid himself of his underwear. He licked his lips and let his head fall back onto the bed as he felt Donghae position himself back on top of him.

“Where’s that lube?” Donghae asked huskily against his ear, his hand running over Kyuhyun’s thigh on the inside.

Kyuhyun fumbled for a moment before he found where he’d left it on the bed and the handed it to Donghae with hands eagerly trembling. His mouth fell open as he waited, his heart thudding hard in his chest and the blood pulsing through his arteries in his adrenaline rush.

Donghae took him by surprise, pushing a finger into him without any warning. Kyuhyun held back a sound of discomfort as the finger withdrew almost completely and then plunged back in. His fingers dug into Donghae’s shoulder as he wasted no time adding a second finger. By then the feeling had become almost enjoyable, the way the fingers slid and stretched.

“Is that good?” Donghae asked. And though Kyuhyun didn’t know if it was or not, he nodded quickly because of how ready Donghae sounded.

Kyuhyun sat up slightly, hindered by Donghae’s body as he groped around the blanket for the condom. He finally found it and tore it open, reaching downwards to unroll it down the length of Donghae’s shaft. As he lay back, Donghae’s weight shifted upwards as he positioned himself and Kyuhyun inhaled, closing his eyes.

During the first few second of intrusion, Kyuhyun honestly didn’t think he could do it. He gasped and ground his teeth together, his leg muscles tightening. He willed himself to relax as Donghae pushed deeper, deeper until he was sure he was fully inside.

For the first time since they’d began, Kyuhyun heard a soft grunt escape Donghae. He didn’t have long to think about it as Donghae pulled out and then shoved back in, eliciting a sharp, unexpectedly loud whine from Kyuhyun.

Donghae’s thrusts came quicker than his brain could process, reducing him to a shaking, moaning, bucking hot mess. Donghae struck something inside Kyuhyun that made all of his muscles contract with indescribable, other-worldly, screaming white-hot pleasure and he let out a lung full of Donghae’s name in a stream of musical moans.

Sweat dampened both of their bangs to their foreheads, the area was beginning to smell like sex, Kyuhyun’s erection dripped with precum and his ass ached. The amount of sexual pleasure and arousal that flooded his mind was dizzying, rendering him hazy-eyed and barely coherent.

He felt Donghae’s hand digging into his hip, his other fisting the blanket on the bed next to him as he supported himself on that arm. Kyuhyun’s hands slid around Donghae’s ribcage to press flat on the sweat-moistened skin of his back and he could feel the muscles clench and contract with each of Donghae’s wild thrusts.

He gazed at Donghae’s face with half-lidded eyes filled with lust, love, need, and endearment. He watched Donghae’s tongue peak out to wet his bottom lip, then his teeth took the same lip between them and bit down slightly. He didn’t miss it when Donghae’s eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, and in that look he could feel the heat of Donghae’s emotions.

Donghae moaned for him, and Kyuhyun knew he getting was closer. “Shit,” Donghae swore, one of the first words that had been spoken in a while which broke into the noises of their skin slapping together, the bed shifting on its hinges and braces, their breathy and needy moans reverberating in Kyuhyun’s head.

“Fuck,” Kyuhyun breathed, his head pressing backwards into the bed as Donghae picked up his pace on a second wind. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last. He didn’t know how much longer Donghae would last. It was all so amazing but he was ready for release, he ached for it.

Donghae’s fist closed around Kyuhyun’s erection. One, two, three strokes and Kyuhyun was gone.

His orgasm hit him in a solid, powerful wave that shoved all thoughts and relevancies to the farthest recesses of his mind. It rode throughout him like a strong tide and then went away with a few sudden aftershocks that left him shuddering and letting out soft, high moans in its wake.

It barely registered in his mind that Donghae was still going at full speed, slamming into him as hard and deep as he could until Kyuhyun felt him tense up all of a sudden. He watched with an enraptured, slightly blurry gaze as Donghae’s mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut tight. He heard Donghae moan, shuddery back-to-back sounds as he exploded with release and finished with a few final thrusts.

Finally run out of steam, Donghae exhaled and pulled out, leaning down to let his weight rest on top of Kyuhyun entirely. Kyuhyun’s fingers ran up his muscular arm, thinking about how they hadn’t been so strong a long time ago. He turned his face and press his cheek to the short, stiff hair that used to be long and thick and shaggy. He wasn’t used to any of it yet.

But he liked it because it was the person Donghae was, the same person Donghae always had been and would be. Even miles and miles away, fighting and training or staying up late to see his best friend on webcam for a smile and sweet conversation, he was the same Donghae.

He didn’t want to dwell on the next day, so he gently pushed Donghae so that he’d roll over and off of him. He somehow managed to get Donghae to cooperate enough to get the blanket out from under him and pull it over them.

As he curled up to Donghae and closed his eyes, drowsy and half-asleep, he felt a need to say one last thing on their last night together.

“I love you,” he whispered softly.

“I love you, too,” Donghae replied.

At least this time when Donghae left, Kyuhyun wouldn’t have anything left undone or unsaid.

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