There was no better way to kill the moment than with what John had just said. But he'd killed it in what was possibly the best way Byeong-Lee could have ever hoped. His hand stilled as he looked over at his lover, stunned. The water rose around their hips and it was almost completely ignored as he continued to just stare. Nevermind that they were naked in a tub. Nevermind that Byeong-Lee's hand was still gripping their erections, hard and turgid against one another. Nevermind all of that.
John was staying another six months.
He smiled wide, letting them go as he surged forward and kissed him once more. Deep and hungry, refusing to even let John up for a breath. Back in the old days, it was always Goody who'd kissed like this. After nightmares or panic attacks. He'd kissed like this to prove that the world was still real. That Billy was still here and still wanted him.
Billy was kissing for almost the same reasons; was this real? Was it truly real? Or was it all going to vanish away the moment he looked at it too closely?
But when he pulled back, his lover was still here. And would remain, it seemed, till at least April.
"You're staying," he said, awed. "You're going to stay another few months. Oh, John," he breathed before swallowing him up in another kiss. He couldn't get enough. Could never get enough.
When he pulled back, he moved forward in the tub, seemingly having a new idea as he pushed John against the side of it, fitting himself between his legs in the new position.
"Stay with me, these few months," he demanded, ignoring that this was the worst time to ask your boyfriend to move in. "I want to have as much time with you as possible. Just stay here. Even if it's just for the weekends. Please?"
He is bowled over by the sudden surge. He goes backwards with the force of it, water dangerously close to sloshing out with the force of it. His legs spread to flank either side of the man even as he's kissed to near breathlessness. A part of him understands what this is. The part that wants to whisper to Billy that it's real. It's real and true and he'll pinch him to prove it. That part is also very content to kiss back.
When the doctor pulls away, he's certain his lips are a bit bruised from the force of the kiss. He lightly lets his tongue flick over the bottom lip to feel it as well as to taste Byeong-Lee's lingering presence against them. They curve into a soft, slightly goofy grin as he nods. "That's right. I'm staying. Doc won't let me deploy until then. And said that if I tried to go to a difference base and get deployed there, that she'd make sure my psych profile made it so I could never go over there again. Says I have to get used to being in America, since I've been over there for longer than I've been over here."
Fully pushed against the tub now, his legs go to circle around Byeong-Lee's back, ankles crossing in the middle of his spine. His hands go up to lightly push fingers through his hair. The touch light before it pulls away, rendered speechless at the request. "Mon cher..." He doesn't know if it is possible. If he could convince command to let him have off post housing even if Byeong-Lee was one of the base shrinks. "I want to. I really want to. Stay here with you. I'll talk to my command. Even if I can only get weekend passes like I do now, I'll come here. I'll go back to base in the morning and pack a go bag for here."
"I'll take it," he promises. "I'll take the weekends or whatever else I can get. You're staying. So long!"
He pushes his head into the petting, exhaling soft at the comforting feeling. Byeong-Lee doesn't know if he's been this happy in a long, long time. He has John. He has John and a tub full of warm water and the promise of months together where John would be safe and they could hold one another. Just like this. It's more than he ever could have hoped to have. It's more than he would have ever expected to occur so soon. But he isn't about to complain.
"Valentine's day. Valentine's day, Goody!" There's the tinge of an accent as the past bleeds over in a rush. "I can take you out. We can go out and eat together. As a couple. Our first Valentine's Day together and we can do whatever we want!"
It's heady. It probably always would be for him.
Byeong-Lee-Billy trails his hands up John's body before finally cradling his lover's face and kissing him hard. With their bodies so close, all he has to do is shift his hips closer and grind. The sex has become secondary to everything else he is feeling --more an expression of his love than playful fooling around. He treats the change appropriately, intending to take his time and make this moment last.
"I love you. I hope you can stay so I can tell you that every morning."
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Date: 2017-04-24 03:16 am (UTC)John was staying another six months.
He smiled wide, letting them go as he surged forward and kissed him once more. Deep and hungry, refusing to even let John up for a breath. Back in the old days, it was always Goody who'd kissed like this. After nightmares or panic attacks. He'd kissed like this to prove that the world was still real. That Billy was still here and still wanted him.
Billy was kissing for almost the same reasons; was this real? Was it truly real? Or was it all going to vanish away the moment he looked at it too closely?
But when he pulled back, his lover was still here. And would remain, it seemed, till at least April.
"You're staying," he said, awed. "You're going to stay another few months. Oh, John," he breathed before swallowing him up in another kiss. He couldn't get enough. Could never get enough.
When he pulled back, he moved forward in the tub, seemingly having a new idea as he pushed John against the side of it, fitting himself between his legs in the new position.
"Stay with me, these few months," he demanded, ignoring that this was the worst time to ask your boyfriend to move in. "I want to have as much time with you as possible. Just stay here. Even if it's just for the weekends. Please?"
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Date: 2017-05-03 03:42 am (UTC)When the doctor pulls away, he's certain his lips are a bit bruised from the force of the kiss. He lightly lets his tongue flick over the bottom lip to feel it as well as to taste Byeong-Lee's lingering presence against them. They curve into a soft, slightly goofy grin as he nods. "That's right. I'm staying. Doc won't let me deploy until then. And said that if I tried to go to a difference base and get deployed there, that she'd make sure my psych profile made it so I could never go over there again. Says I have to get used to being in America, since I've been over there for longer than I've been over here."
Fully pushed against the tub now, his legs go to circle around Byeong-Lee's back, ankles crossing in the middle of his spine. His hands go up to lightly push fingers through his hair. The touch light before it pulls away, rendered speechless at the request. "Mon cher..." He doesn't know if it is possible. If he could convince command to let him have off post housing even if Byeong-Lee was one of the base shrinks. "I want to. I really want to. Stay here with you. I'll talk to my command. Even if I can only get weekend passes like I do now, I'll come here. I'll go back to base in the morning and pack a go bag for here."
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Date: 2018-11-29 04:58 am (UTC)He pushes his head into the petting, exhaling soft at the comforting feeling. Byeong-Lee doesn't know if he's been this happy in a long, long time. He has John. He has John and a tub full of warm water and the promise of months together where John would be safe and they could hold one another. Just like this. It's more than he ever could have hoped to have. It's more than he would have ever expected to occur so soon. But he isn't about to complain.
"Valentine's day. Valentine's day, Goody!" There's the tinge of an accent as the past bleeds over in a rush. "I can take you out. We can go out and eat together. As a couple. Our first Valentine's Day together and we can do whatever we want!"
It's heady. It probably always would be for him.
Byeong-Lee-Billy trails his hands up John's body before finally cradling his lover's face and kissing him hard. With their bodies so close, all he has to do is shift his hips closer and grind. The sex has become secondary to everything else he is feeling --more an expression of his love than playful fooling around. He treats the change appropriately, intending to take his time and make this moment last.
"I love you. I hope you can stay so I can tell you that every morning."