Mistletoe

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He wants to protest that his "A Country Christmas" album is nicer music but its hard to make coherent thought when the doctor is attacking all his most sensitive areas with those unrelenting teeth. He's certain the man can feel the fluttering of his heart, beating so quickly against his chest. Not from panic but from the sheer excitement he feels just from that suggestion.

He does protest when he feels Byeong-Lee's hands go up the back of his shirt. He is indeed a lot stronger than he once was. He's a soldier after all. He has to be in peak condition, all lean muscle where once he was a bit soft where he had finally managed to fill out after too man years of not eating properly (either due to lack of money, lack of food, or just being too damn scared to even manage to eat). "I'm still not eating properly." He mutters. "Unless you count defac food proper." Because the base cafeteria and then the rations he gets over seas that consists of MREs is totally proper and healthy.

"Besides, I have a weight I have to maintain." But he's still letting the man pull his shirt from him. He even lets go and stops swaying in order to lift his arms so the shirt can come off. And he knows once upon a time, his body had been a real mess. Sometimes, he'll look in the mirror and wonder where all those battle scars had gone to. Now though, he's smooth. Pristine. His body armor protects him and his job as a sniper usually keeps him out of blast zones. There's just that little fleur birthmark right in the center of his chest.

"So...Doc... do I pass inspection." He teases a little, once his head is free from his shirt.

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Billy stares at Goody-John- and for a second can hardly believe that this is the same person. It's amazing what food, forced schedules, and a good exercise routine can do to a man. Billy's hands run over John's torso, reverent as they trace over the muscles and the small mark over his chest. He knows why that birthmark is there just like he knows why it's that shape. It hurts to look at, but he leans in all the same and gives it a soft kiss. An acknowledgment of all the past he still had yet to fully accept. Of all the things still unsaid and hanging between them.

"You pass," he confirms, standing up and starting to remove his shirt as well. Unlike John, his torso is littered with things. Tattoos, mostly, but a few scars and a few burns that the gang life had given him. The worst being the scar on his side where a bullet had torn through him. Not fatally, this time, even though it had hit the same spot as a birthmark he'd once had in the shape of a long knife. One that, he's sure, would have matched John's.

Instead, he has the scar there where a doctor saved his life. A few more littered here and there like distant freckles. And then the tattoos. His ode to Rose Creek on his arm. The fleur he'd gotten over his own heart, recently, paint still vivid and bright. The pattern of flowers across his bicep that matched a certain hairpin he knows sits in a museum out west.

The sprawling tattoo over his back: 'Retrouvez Votre Bonne Nuit'.

He smirks, looking back at John now that he matches him in a state of undress. And then surges forward, pushing him against the nearest wall and kisses him hard. "What about me? Not quite what you remembered, I'm sure..."

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He sways a little into the touch, eyes half closing to enjoy it. Every time Billy touches him, it feels like the pieces of a scattered puzzle coming together. Each kiss was a new piece of a picture coming into focus for him. He could close his eyes and feel those knife calloused hands running over his ribs and feel those lips murmuring into his mouth that he should try to eat more. But now, he's being praised a little and it makes him groan softly.

His breath shutters with lust and he leans back against the wall to watch Byeong-Lee's shirt come off. He groans again, this time at the sight of his lover. The man is so so different from what he thought he remembered. His eyes rake over that marked up body and he finds he still loves it. He loves every scar, every bit of ink.

Goody is going to answer. Purr French filth into his lover's ear to tell him just how much he likes what he sees, has always liked what he sees, but his mouth is taken up and he kisses back with desperation, grinding against Billy before he is allowed to part, panting and hard. "You're still so beautiful. So handsome. So strong and perfect. Now, then, forever. I want you. No matter how you look, you're you." Billy could look like anything and to John, he would always be Billy.

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The honesty of that statement struck Billy right at his core. Because he felt exactly the same. Then and now, he loves Goody. And even with his whole body surging forward with lust for Goodnight, that fact overpowers everything else. He kisses him, softer, even as his lower half grinds back against the friction. As his body sings and draws tight with need. And when he looks back at Goodnight, he has all the warmth in the world pouring out through his eyes. "You're perfect. Then and now. In every imperfection, you are perfect."

Billy has better words this time around. He has new ways to express himself and tell Goodnight all the ways he is so terribly in love with him. It's better. Much better. And Billy is grateful for every second of it.

He pulls Goodnight away from the wall and over, into his bedroom. Which...is also covered with mistletoe. Of course it is. "You probably bought the craft store's manager a new car," he laughs as he herds Goody to the bed. Lips bumping between sloppy, half-missed kisses. "Next time, we decorate together."

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He doesn't have the strength of will to argue, even just for the sake of teasing. Because it's something he's not used to. His Billy being so generous with words. That's where the starkest difference lies. His Billy hadn't been half as poetic and he would admit that it was sort of nice to have such romantic things said to him. Not that he didn't mind the other ways he was shown the man's love for him. Back then and now too, he didn't need pretty words to know it. He had enough pretty words for the both of them and then some.

Still, it does go right to his head and he gives the man the softest smile for it. There is no attempt to do anything other than get pulled, still smiling that dreamy little smile while the sound of those words still swam in his head. It turns to a wicked smirk when he surveys his masterpiece. He had really been thorough here. There was even mistletoe scatted on the bed like rose petals. Mistletoe that gets scattered to the floor to make room for him.

"I probably did...but I think she deserves it. Everyone should have a nice present for the holiday. I got mine early." Besides, even if that money had actually been enough to buy a car, he thought this was a better use of it. If only because it got him those kisses. "And yes...Next time we do it together." It makes him heart swell to know that there will actually be a next time and a time after that. "Maybe we can even put up a tree."

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Billy grins, pushing John onto the mattress and straddling his waist. "Do you remember our first Christmas? The very first one? You got me that damned knife that probably cost every cent you had, at the time. We weren't even fucking, yet. And I didn't even know what Christmas was, so I had to go out and try and figure what to get you." He'd settled on a new rifle (stolen from someone who didn't deserve it and given to someone who wouldn't use it). "It was ridiculous."

He laughed, bending to kiss John gently, remembering the Christmases since that one. They'd had ten. Would have had eleven, if they'd lived. But this counted as their eleventh, then. A chance many didn't get. "Oh...and the pin," he almost purrs at that memory. "I still need to get you something good for that one." He laughs again, pecking John tenderly over and over again. Slowly deepening them with each increasing movement.

Gradually, he shifts over, laying beside John instead of over him, pulling him closer so their touching with every inch of their body. "Next year..." he says, lips bumping against John's as he tries to speak. "Next year we're going to do it right. A tree. A decorated house. Spiked eggnog and a party and mistletoe in every room. Just in case the novelty's worn off and I need an excuse to kiss you," he teases lightly, kissing the tip of his nose. "You'll be there, right? Next Christmas. You're going to take care of yourself so that you can see it?"

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He looks up at the doctor with the dopiest smile on his face. He hadn't been this happy in so long. He was going to have to tell Emma her idea had been perfect. Because this was probably the best way to spend his first Christmas in the states in nearly 20 years. He smiles and he reaches up to play with strands of Byeong-Lee's hair. "Oh, I remember. I distinctly remember trying to explain the miracle of virgin birth to you. And why the three Eastern kings went to visit some kid." That had been equally ridiculous. Especially since Goody had stopped believing during the war. "And for the record, no, I still don't know what myrrh is."

He laughs and leans up into each kiss, answering them back with loving eagerness. "You already got me something good for that..." He husks, easily shifting. It would never stop amazing him at how perfectly they fit together. It was like two halves of one whole being coming back together. His hands slip behind his lover to hold the man even closer. "Next year," He agrees. "I'll be there with bells on." And knowing the man that used to be Goodnight, he might take that literally and tie little jingling bells to himself. "I'll be extra careful in Syria and I'll make sure Running Bear knows you'll cut off his balls if he doesn't watch out for me." He shifts to steal his own kiss. "I even know what I'm going to ask Santa for this year. 1000 more Christmases with you."

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Billy laughs a little, imagining that. "A thousand. You'd get sick of me at that point. I bet I have only about one more lifetime with you before you run off with Sam and I never see you again." He smiles wide, making it clear it's a joke. After all, this time around Sam is nearing his mid sixties. Billy very much doubts he'll lose John to him. But even so, he's going to make sure John has absolutely no reason to even want to leave.

"A thousand Christmases or just this one...I have you now. And I intend to make good use of it." He kisses him deep, legs shifting a bit so he can start trailing them down John's body, nibbling in places along the way. He works all the way down to his fly, looking up at John as he works the button open and then tugs the zipper down with his teeth. Not comfortable, but it's always good for a reaction at least. Billy grins as he pulls the jeans off and starts nuzzling against John's inner thigh, kissing against the soft skin.

Up until he shifts his knee and hits a forgotten piece of mistletoe. At that point, he can't help the hysterical laughter that interrupts his passion as he pulls the leaf out and tosses it at John's head. "Are they floating in the toilet? Jesus Christ, Goody... I know you had better taste than that."

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"Never. I'll never ever get sick of you. You'll get sick of me first." He grins at the joke because knows that it's a joke. He'd never ever want anyone more than he wanted Billy. The man who had stayed with him for ten years. Who had lived beside him. Died beside him. Was reborn again just so he could find him. Even if once, a lifetime ago, he might have had a history with Sam, his life and his heart had belonged to Billy from the first time he had laid eyes on the man.

"That'd right, you have me and you've never getting rid of m...oh!" His body arches off the bed a little with how that wicked mouth travels down his body. His voice becomes a little moan when that mouth finds one his most sensitive spots. Though it's just his inner thigh, it has him moaning and has his hands going into Billy's hair to tug a little helplessly.

His fingers remain in Billy's hair as a plastic plant pings off his forehead. Leave it to his Billy to have perfect aim, even down between his legs. He gives a needy little yank but laughs, a low husking chuckle. "No. No they arn't. But they're hanging off the flusher and the entire tub is full..."

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Billy groans, resting his forehead against Goody's knee before tilting his head to look back up at him. Chin digging into the other man's knee as he smiled and then pressed another kiss to his thigh. "You are...a crazy man, Goodnight." He pauses, then, knowing that isn't quite right. "John..."

He moves up John's body and kisses him lightly, the past and the present and the possible future all mingling in that moment. His hand cupping his lover's cheek as he held him still.

"I am never going to get sick of you," he promises against his lips, kissing them once more. "I am never going to get sick of you. You're my world. You're my heart. I can't do any of this without you. And I'd never want to." He kisses down, once more, continuing what he'd done earlier with renewed passion.

"You're going to clean the tub out," Billy says as he nuzzled against the juncture where leg met groin. His teeth tease against it a moment, giving it a small nibble before taking nuzzling against his cock instead. "And then, after you're done, I am going to fill it up with bubbles and make it all worth your while. Deal?"

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John laughs a little and keeps giving the man's hair a tug. He really misses longer hair in the doctor, but he won't just ask him to grow it out for him. He'd never do that. He's just happy he got to touch and bury his fingers in those locks. "Maybe I am. But that's what I got you for. You'll keep me on the level."

Though maybe not right now. Right now, those kisses against that sensitive place has his toes curling and his cock stiffening more. His back arches and he whines. "Now? Does it have to be now?" Oh, he likes the idea. He likes the idea a lot. A bubble bath with the doctor would be a perfect way to start off his first Christmas in stateside. But with Byeong-Lee between his legs like this, it's hard for him to want to move let alone clean an entire bathtub out of fake plants.

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Byeong-Lee laughs, moving up to blanket John's body, kissing him on the side of his jaw. "I think it's appropriate to reward you after you fix the mess you made of my house," he teases, hand closing around the half-hardened cock and stroking it leisurely. "Just imagine being in the warm water as I slip inside you. The water moving with us as I make love to you."

For a moment, he remembers something almost like that. The pair of them in a tub somehow still full of warm water, holding one another. Kissing each other as they calmed down from whatever occurred during the day.

He smiles, the memories prompting a rare burst of gratitude for something as common now as hot running water. "C'mon," he encourages, sitting up on John's legs and pulling him upwards too for a short kiss. "It will be entirely worth your while. I guarantee it."

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He whines a little too loudly at the feel of Byeong-Lee's body pressed against his. His eyes flutter and his breath catching at that hand stroking him. His arms go around the doctor to hold him closer, to scratch blunt nails down his back, over that tattoo, tracing the words in French. Right now, he would have agreed to anything. Especially something like this.

He lets himself pulled up and kisses back, warmly. He holds onto his lover just a moment longer and slides his hands off of the man's back to go down his arm to pull his hand away from his cock. "Then you'll have to stop that or I won't be moving."

John leans in again to kiss the man again before reluctantly swinging his legs off the bed. He's going to be more than happy to give the man a show, walking around bare and hard. After all, it is just him and his lover right now and he likes to show off a little. He feels like once upon a time he had been much smaller and skinnier.

"Would you like to come supervise to make sure I get every last one?" Or more, does the doctor want to stand at the door and watch him bend over.

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Byeong-Lee lays back on the bed, watching John stand up in all of his naked glory. He lets out a low, appreciative whistle as he starts to walk off before scrambling off the bed and following after him, overly eager to assist in the mistletoe removal supervision. "You can leave one," he teases from over his shoulder, giving the bare skin a small kiss. "Maybe I can put it in your hair. Might look nice, hm?"

He laughs a bit and takes John by the hand, herding him into the bathroom before he sees just what's going on in here. And at that point he's bent over in hysterics. The tub was full of them. Full to the point where Byeong-Lee was actually concerned over the amount of money his lover had paid.

He moved over to the toilet and sat down on it heavily, wiping tears out of his eyes. "I cannot...believe...you. You are never decorating alone, ever again. Where are we even going to put all of this?"

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"Can I choose where that one goes?" He has some ideas where he might put it and it's definitely not his hair. But he still smiles more as he's led to his masterwork in the bathroom and the doctor loses it again. John should feel bad for it but all he can think is that his lover has the best laugh. He loves the sound of it and he ends up laughing right along with him after a moment.

He smiles warmly and leans to press a kiss to the man's temple before he grabs a towel to lay on the floor. It'll give him a place to drop the numerous sprigs of fake plant. Springs he takes his time getting to, fully aware he's bending over naked and looking at Byeong-Lee over his shoulder in a very suggestive manner. "Not even for your birthday?" he asks, almost too innocently. Mostly because he's not sure he'll be deployed for that or not. He's lucky he's getting this holiday with his next tour just on the horizon.

"I'm thinking Miss Emma's office. What do you think? I can get in there and stuff this all in her desk."

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"The only thing I want for my birthday is you, some burgers, and us wearing birthday suits," he explains patiently, appreciating the view he's being given. His head tilts a bit, looking at John's rear with clear lust. And, if the mistletoe wasn't everywhere, it was pretty clear that would have been about the end of Byeong-Lee's patience, right then and there. But as it is, his smile turns wicked at John's suggestion, already imagining it.

"She deserves it. She absolutely deserves it for using you to wreak havoc on my immaculate house." He remembers bits and pieces of before. Enough to know that his clean habits are probably him just trying to get half an inch of the grime from the last life off, now. A futile effort, but one he can't seem to shake off. "I have a key to her office. Tomorrow, we'll sneak in there and decorate together. How's that sound?"

His smile only grows as he walks into the room and runs his hand up and down John's bare back, enjoying the privilege of it. "Maybe during her lunch," he amends. "I intend to have you needing some recovery time, come morning." He gives John's bottom a little smack and then leans back against the wall, watching him clean up all the damned plants.

"That is if this all can get taken care of before actual Christmas..."

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"I think I can arrange that. All of it. I'll even make you the best damn burgers you ever had." He keeps up his cleaning. Picking up and dropping into the towel on the floor until he has quite the mountain of green and red. As he does, he laughs a little and every once in a while, wiggles his bottom at Byeong-Lee for the fun of it. Just to see how far he can push the man's patience and maybe to also hear more of his amazing laugh. Instead, he gets a smack on the ass instead that has him laughing.

"I think that sounds like an amazing date to me. I have a couple more days before I have to go back. Christmas Exodus is far too short. But Emma insisted I have to stay CONUS for at least half a year, so we'll have a lot more dates..." He wonders if he sounds hopeful. He feels hopeful. He wants dates. He wants to go places with the doctor and do things together. He wants to come home with him and curl in front of the fireplace. He wants...a life outside of the Army and as much as he's hopeful for it, it also scares the crap out of him.

"Yeah yeah. Slave driver. Worse than the CO. Next thing I know you're going to want me to salute you." He's teasing as he turns to throw one of those fake plants at the doctor playfully. It's the last one except for the one he has tied on the shower head.

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With the final mistletoe hanging above them, Byeong-Lee's patience is at an end. He takes the one that hit him and places it on the towel before grabbing the whole lot and pushing it out of the room. He's silent as he reaches around John and puts the plug in the tub and turns the hot water on to fill it up. The tub is large and luxurious with jets and enough room that the two of them will fit comfortably. It also is large enough that it will take a good ten minutes or so to fill.

Byeong-Lee is grinning like a demon as he grabs John by the hand and pulls him into the filling tub, warm water splashing around him as he yanks him into his lap and grabs his hips to keep him there. The back of the tub is slanted, allowing him to pull John forward like a large blanket. Allowing him to feel the weight of him against his body.

They're both still hard and it's an easy thing to line them both up and take them in hand, the water slicking the way as best it could. His mouth finds John's hard and passionate as he starts to get this back in the proper mood.

"Do you think I can make you come before the tub is filled?" he growls against John's ear, biting the lobe and giving it a small tug.

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He makes a rather undignified squawk when he's dragged into the tub. He could fight back, wrestle with Byeong-Lee. He sometimes likes doing that. He remembers back in the past, when he hadn't really been a fighter at all. When he would rather get beat on because he was certain he deserved it. But now, now he was even better trained and he finds it very enjoyable to roll around on the floor with the doctor. To pin him down and kiss him thoroughly. This is just turn about now.

He laughs as he lands and easily sprawls over the other man as that hot water splashes over them both. A laugh that gets swallowed by hungry lips and he kisses back, his hand sliding down to go around Byeong-Lee's. There to hold it and help him stroke them together. His voice a shuddering groan as his hips cant and move, pushing against the stroking of their hands. "I think I'll take that challenge." He husks before he melts at the tug of teeth against his ear. "Though you're already playing dirty. Careful. I might play dirty too."

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Byeong-Lee's mouth finds the skin at the base of his ear, right where it connects with the throat. He's grinning as he gives it a small bite and then starts suckling a mark right there where everyone could see it. His hand adjusts to welcome John's and the additional friction makes him gasp slightly, not suspecting how good it would feel so fast.

"You're going to come first," he bets, biting his jaw again and starting up another mark to accompany the first. His thumb presses over the tip of John's cock and then runs all the way down. A little tease before he holds him steady and then tilts his own hip, using his erection to massage the other one. Merry Christmas, indeed, he thinks as he abandons his artwork on John's neck and starts kissing him against his plush lips, instead. Another thrust and he's breaking away, his free hand gripping John's hip tight.

"Isn't this tub more fun without the mistletoe?"

The water is covering their legs, now. Warm and soothing as it creeps up their moving bodies. Just about touching the bottom of where they are so intently focused. "Maybe that's the trick to avoiding this. Make love to you in every possible place the mistletoe could be so you know it can be used for better things..."

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That mouth pressed right there makes him nearly boneless for a moment. It's almost ridiculous how quickly Byeong-Lee had learned his spots. All those places that made him melt or cry out or just pant in need. He shouldn't be too surprised, because he knew they had been together so many times before. Maybe not in this life, but it was still so much fun to rediscover all those things and know that his lover was refinding them as well. Refinding them and using them against him once more.

He keens a little at the nip and his eyelashes flutter to near closed when he feels the man's hand teasing him. His keen becomes a full bodied moan when he feels the hard warm slide of Byeong-Lee's rigid cock pressed against his own. His hips try to shift to chase it, but he's held so still and it makes him whine a little. He knows that now-a-days, he could probably break out of that hold. He could easily overwhelm the Doctor. He's no longer the scrawny Confederate, more fragile than his smart looks let on. However, he doesn't. He doesn't because it feels good. It doesn't feel like he's trapped at all. If anything, it makes him feel safe and loved.

He still laughs though the little moan of pleasure as water slowly creeps it way upwards. "I don't know. I'm sure mistletoe would spruce things up rather nicely." He sort of shifts and twists a little aware of how that makes his hips barely sway as he reaches for a green sprig that had escaped the towel so he can playfully plop it right on the Doctor's head before leaning to kiss him hard, mouth shaping "See. Good even with mistletoe." into the hungry kiss.

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He can't help but laugh as the sprig is put on his head and the kiss given. "I can't fight you," he concedes, looking at John with love in his eyes as he shakes the mistletoe free and watches as it falls into the water to float around them. Emma was going to die, tomorrow. She was going to utterly and completely die. In a grave covered with mistletoe. But that was tomorrow. For now, he had more important things to do.

He kissed John again, slipping his tongue inside and deepening it until there's barely enough space to breathe at all. His hand pumps, now with water to help him along. Slicking up the way as he moves up and down, using his own hardness and John's to improve the friction. His hips shift, move and rotate, the sensation enough to have him leaking, just a bit. His moans getting just a bit louder, a bit more urgent.

"I love you covered in marks," he purrs, sucking another one right over his Adam's apple. "Last time....I wanted to do this to you. Every time I had you beneath me. I wanted everyone to know that you were mine. And now they can." There was no one to fear. No reason to hide. Sure, Byeong-Lee had been a bit unethical with how he'd courted John, but he wasn't his doctor, now. There was no reason for him to conceal anything about their relationship, anymore. The freedom was heady.

His teeth came out, biting against the base of his jaw before he exhaled a small curse against it, his cock throbbing hard against John's. "You feel so good." The mistletoe hits his thumb as the water rises and he chokes out a laugh. "Even with the mistletoe."

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Everything the doctor does has John breathless. It's not just now, with a hand on his cock and a tongue swirling in his mouth. It's everything. The way he laughs, the way he looks, even the smart sharp way he deals with the world around him. Everything causes John's breath to catch and he has to remember to breathe for it. Because the man is so amazing and he feels nothing but joy in the fact that the world had given them this gift of letting them be together again.

When the kiss breaks, he's panting for breath, his eyes glazed with both breathlessness and pleasure. He tilts his head to let Byeong-Lee bite and suck as much as he wants. His hands are not idle, slowly moving over the other man, touches lighting against small scars here and there, tracing over tattoos and all the marks that made this man who he was. It's a small intimate habit born from another time when he had lavished such gentle affection upon all those marks the world had left upon Billy, trying to hide the shame he felt when Billy would do the same with him. But now, because of the bodyarmor he got to wear, John had been thankfully unmarked. The only marks he would bare would be Byeong-Lee's. There was no shame at all in those.

He groans a bit and a hand slides up to lace through the man's hair as he works on a hickey. "And now you can. As many times as you want." He finds that possessive streak in his doctor rather a turn on. He would never ever do anything to make it truly manifest, but it's just nice to know he's so wanted. Besides, unlike then, when there was a chance of hanging, now he was certain he could handle a few stray gay bashers now and then. They wouldn't even know what hit them.

His moan becomes a delighted laugh when he hears that sound of his Billy laughing again. He rolls his hips sharply against the doctor's hips and he looks at the man with a crooked, devious smile. "So you admit it. You liked my surprise just a little bit. And just you wait. Emma said I have to stay stateside for last half a year before I'm allowed to deploy again. Something about my needing to actually start living state side and finding out what I want to do with myself once I get out. So you're getting Valentines day and Easter at least before I go overseas."

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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?"

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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."

RISES FROM THE DEEEEAD

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"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."