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Original Fic: Homecoming
Title: Homecoming
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wook77
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Mark/Jeremy
Warnings:
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~950
Summary: Jeremy's finally home from serving in Iraq. Tearful, happy reunions are for heterosexual couples.
A/N: IDEK. I was listening to some song, this came into my head. It's got the makings of a series.
It's been sixteen long months, really long fucking months. Jeremy steps off the plane in the middle of the herd of his fellow soldiers. They're all strangely silent as they walk, their duffels on their shoulders. Nerves are in the air and someone (Jeremy thinks it's Dillweed, but he could be wrong) forgot to wear their deodorant.
The group picks up speed as they leave the Texas heat and sun and enter the cool air conditioning of the airport. They're marching faster and faster as they get closer and closer to the greeting area. Jeremy's palms start sweating as he wonders if anyone's there waiting for him. The guys, they've been talking about meeting their mothers and fathers, their girlfriends, wives, kids, brothers, sisters. They're all so excited but Jeremy only really has one person and that one person, well, Jeremy doesn't want to see him here at the airport. He doesn't think that he can control himself here when it's been sixteen long months without him.
It's hard to weigh a hug against his career. Is it worth his career to be able to kiss? Is it worth everything he's spent fifteen long years working on just to hold hands as he says heartfelt good-byes to the guys that have quickly become his family?
They're into the staging area and people are running all over the place, shrieks from some of the women pierce his ears but that's quickly superceded by the wailing of babies. The guys separate, peeling off as they leave the tight-knit brotherhood and head back, suddenly, into being fathers and brothers and sons and husbands.
There. Standing off to the side. Jeremy stares and is stared at. He can't help it. If his commanding officer sees his face, his career is gone but he can't help it. He's drinking it in like he's in the desert (and they're finally days out of being in that fucking desert. If he ever sees sand again, it'll be too fucking soon) and Mark is the only oasis. Mark is sanctuary and happiness and love. His legs lock with the need to run and embrace, touch face and cheek and hair and mouth to mouth. He wants it so bad that he freezes in place, duffel falling to the ground, his suddenly strength-less arms unable to hold the seventy-five pound pack.
It's Mark that approaches him, walking over and simply saying, "Hi."
"Hi," he murmurs back as he tries to keep the tears from showing. He can't think of a single thing to say. He holds out his hand to shake and finds his whole body shaking when Mark grabs it and then tugs him in close, hugging him so tightly but not tightly enough because they're still two separate people.
"I missed you. Letters aren't enough."
"Oh, oh God." Jeremy can't help it. His hands go around Mark and pull him even closer, burying his nose in the crook of Mark's neck and breathing in. "You changed your cologne."
"It's yours."
"Get me out of here or I'm going to lose it."
Mark nods and they separate, Jeremy picking up his duffel only to turn around and see his commanding officer standing there. He stands at attention immediately and snaps a salute.
"At ease. Who's this?"
"A friend of mine, Mark. We've known each other since we were kids."
"Good to meet you, sir," Mark says, holding out a hand to shake. His commanding officer takes the hand and shakes it firmly with no hesitation.
"Good to know Jeremy's got someone here." The man turns to Jeremy and smiles before saying, "I don't want to see you until your leave is up, soldier."
"Of course, sir. Thank you, sir."
Constantly aware that eyes are on them, Mark and Jeremy walk out to the car, stash Jeremy's duffel and then drive away. It's not until they're on the highway that Jeremy's hand reaches over and grabs Mark's from the steering wheel, clenching it so hard that it's got to be going numb. Mark only puts on the turn signal, calmly and safely pulls to the side of the highway, puts the car in park and then lunges over the seat to hug Jeremy.
"Oh God, I've missed you. Couldn't sleep last night. Wanted to touch you so bad but…" Mark mutters against Jeremy's neck and it's then that he feels the moisture before Mark slides his lips up against Jeremy's, kissing him like Jeremy had wanted to do back in the airport. He doesn't know how long it goes on, doesn't care. He can't get enough of Mark's taste, can't get enough of his smell on Mark's body.
"I missed you too. I love you so much. I love you and I don't know how I didn't jump on top of you back there. I just don't know."
"Don't leave again. I can't take it. Please," Mark pleads.
Jeremy doesn't know what to say because he's still got three years to go into his current tour and he's up for promotion. They're talking about repealing Don't Ask, Don't Tell but they've been talking about repealing it since it was put into place.
Before the Army, he'd been a shiftless asshole with no direction. Now he's someone, now he's got guys that rely on him and look up to him. He's got a career.
"At least promise that you'll come back to me."
"I promise."
"That's almost enough for now." Mark eventually lets go, reluctance obvious in the way they slide apart. After Mark puts the car back in gear, signals back onto the highway and starts down the road, they lace their fingers together between them.
It's almost enough for now.
As always, I'd love to know what you thought.
Author:
wook77Fandom: Original
Pairing: Mark/Jeremy
Warnings:
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~950
Summary: Jeremy's finally home from serving in Iraq. Tearful, happy reunions are for heterosexual couples.
A/N: IDEK. I was listening to some song, this came into my head. It's got the makings of a series.
It's been sixteen long months, really long fucking months. Jeremy steps off the plane in the middle of the herd of his fellow soldiers. They're all strangely silent as they walk, their duffels on their shoulders. Nerves are in the air and someone (Jeremy thinks it's Dillweed, but he could be wrong) forgot to wear their deodorant.
The group picks up speed as they leave the Texas heat and sun and enter the cool air conditioning of the airport. They're marching faster and faster as they get closer and closer to the greeting area. Jeremy's palms start sweating as he wonders if anyone's there waiting for him. The guys, they've been talking about meeting their mothers and fathers, their girlfriends, wives, kids, brothers, sisters. They're all so excited but Jeremy only really has one person and that one person, well, Jeremy doesn't want to see him here at the airport. He doesn't think that he can control himself here when it's been sixteen long months without him.
It's hard to weigh a hug against his career. Is it worth his career to be able to kiss? Is it worth everything he's spent fifteen long years working on just to hold hands as he says heartfelt good-byes to the guys that have quickly become his family?
They're into the staging area and people are running all over the place, shrieks from some of the women pierce his ears but that's quickly superceded by the wailing of babies. The guys separate, peeling off as they leave the tight-knit brotherhood and head back, suddenly, into being fathers and brothers and sons and husbands.
There. Standing off to the side. Jeremy stares and is stared at. He can't help it. If his commanding officer sees his face, his career is gone but he can't help it. He's drinking it in like he's in the desert (and they're finally days out of being in that fucking desert. If he ever sees sand again, it'll be too fucking soon) and Mark is the only oasis. Mark is sanctuary and happiness and love. His legs lock with the need to run and embrace, touch face and cheek and hair and mouth to mouth. He wants it so bad that he freezes in place, duffel falling to the ground, his suddenly strength-less arms unable to hold the seventy-five pound pack.
It's Mark that approaches him, walking over and simply saying, "Hi."
"Hi," he murmurs back as he tries to keep the tears from showing. He can't think of a single thing to say. He holds out his hand to shake and finds his whole body shaking when Mark grabs it and then tugs him in close, hugging him so tightly but not tightly enough because they're still two separate people.
"I missed you. Letters aren't enough."
"Oh, oh God." Jeremy can't help it. His hands go around Mark and pull him even closer, burying his nose in the crook of Mark's neck and breathing in. "You changed your cologne."
"It's yours."
"Get me out of here or I'm going to lose it."
Mark nods and they separate, Jeremy picking up his duffel only to turn around and see his commanding officer standing there. He stands at attention immediately and snaps a salute.
"At ease. Who's this?"
"A friend of mine, Mark. We've known each other since we were kids."
"Good to meet you, sir," Mark says, holding out a hand to shake. His commanding officer takes the hand and shakes it firmly with no hesitation.
"Good to know Jeremy's got someone here." The man turns to Jeremy and smiles before saying, "I don't want to see you until your leave is up, soldier."
"Of course, sir. Thank you, sir."
Constantly aware that eyes are on them, Mark and Jeremy walk out to the car, stash Jeremy's duffel and then drive away. It's not until they're on the highway that Jeremy's hand reaches over and grabs Mark's from the steering wheel, clenching it so hard that it's got to be going numb. Mark only puts on the turn signal, calmly and safely pulls to the side of the highway, puts the car in park and then lunges over the seat to hug Jeremy.
"Oh God, I've missed you. Couldn't sleep last night. Wanted to touch you so bad but…" Mark mutters against Jeremy's neck and it's then that he feels the moisture before Mark slides his lips up against Jeremy's, kissing him like Jeremy had wanted to do back in the airport. He doesn't know how long it goes on, doesn't care. He can't get enough of Mark's taste, can't get enough of his smell on Mark's body.
"I missed you too. I love you so much. I love you and I don't know how I didn't jump on top of you back there. I just don't know."
"Don't leave again. I can't take it. Please," Mark pleads.
Jeremy doesn't know what to say because he's still got three years to go into his current tour and he's up for promotion. They're talking about repealing Don't Ask, Don't Tell but they've been talking about repealing it since it was put into place.
Before the Army, he'd been a shiftless asshole with no direction. Now he's someone, now he's got guys that rely on him and look up to him. He's got a career.
"At least promise that you'll come back to me."
"I promise."
"That's almost enough for now." Mark eventually lets go, reluctance obvious in the way they slide apart. After Mark puts the car back in gear, signals back onto the highway and starts down the road, they lace their fingers together between them.
It's almost enough for now.