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"Not like you had anything better to do Carter. Now take me home."
They didn't touch when they greeted one another. Didn't even hug. Because they knew if they did, if they
broke that distance barrier, it wouldn't have ended there and no one needed that sight in the middle of the
airport at 7:17 on a Saturday morning. Plus, there were children around and Chris hated making out in front
of Justin, so an aiport full of actual children were a definite no no for him. Something about corrupting the
minds of today's youth or some shit like that. Nick never really listened long enough to hear the whole
speech.
They didn't touch the entire ride back to Nick's house, both men keeping a safe distance from one another.
Although, neither could deny the sexual energy crackling between them. It was as though the air was
charged, threatening to ignite into a full blown fire at any moment.
Chris tried small talk, but neither of them were really able to focus with so many other things on their minds.
He babbled on about the flight, apparently there had been some fan on the plane who ended up sitting right
next to him and talked to him the entire flight down, which wouldn't have been too bad except for the fact that
she was wondering what he was doing going to Toronto. He didn't feel it proper to tell her that he was going
down to visit his boyfriend and hang out for a few months while he recorded the follow up CD to his debut
solo effort. It didn't seem right if not for the sole reason that no one knew about their relationship and this was
definitely not the way Chris wanted people finding out.
Nick chuckled as Chris talked, loving the sound of his voice, even if just talking about nonsensical things.
Chris always seemed to speak with an excitement that Nick couldn't understand. He would be going over
their grocery list for the week and just the enthusiasm with which he did everything always baffled Nick. It
made him smile and remember that things didn't have to be so serious all the time. Even if that was the way
Nick had lived most of his life. He thought that might be the reason they had lasted as long as they had, they
were so similar but different. Their life experiences shaping them and showing Nick that sometimes things
weren't what they seemed to be. Chris hadn't been what he seemed to be. And that was why he loved him
so much.
Before they knew it, they were back in front of the house and Nick cut the engine. It wasn't solely Nick's
house, as Chris lived there too, just not as much. Toronto seemed to hold something special for Nick,
something that even Chris wasn't made aware of, so whenever the blonde had to get away for a while he
seemed to gravitate there. He'd long since bought a house in a small suburb of the big city and brought Chris
down as often as he could get him there. The one thing Chris found funny was that in all the places Nick
would want a second house, the first still being the one on the beach in the Keys, he would pick somewhere
in Canada where it gets fucking colder than anything. And there are no beaches in sight. No real beaches
anyways, because well in all honesty, Lake Ontario had nothing on the Ocean. Atlantic or Pacific.
Chris grabbed one bag while Nick took the other and they started up the front path to the door. Once the
alarm had been deactivated Nick entered, leaving Chris at the front door to just breathe it all in. The familiar
scent that was Nick. He took one last look at the street and how the sun was slowly rising, casting a golden
light on everything it touched. Sort of like Nick. With a smile he entered, finding the blonde in question
staring at him, a smile on his face.
Nick watched Chris at the door and let the bag drop to the floor. It hadn't been all that long since he'd seen
his lover, but still, the separation had torn at his heart just a little. He hated being away from the brunette, but
that was all behind him for the time being. Chris had said that he would be down for an indeterminable
amount of time. As long as Nick would have him. Both men knew it would be forever if it could, but they still
had somewhat separate lives to live. Nick's breath caught as Chris snapped back to attention and entered,
closing the door behind him.
Nick held his breath as Chris' bag dropped to the floor and he rolled his neck in an attempt to get the kinks
out, their eyes locked the entire time. He fidgeted with the strings on his mittens nervously, waiting for Chris
to say something. Anything. It took Chris 3 steps to cover the ground between them, and Nick felt his pulse
racing as they stood in front of one another, coat covered chests inches apart. Nick was staring down, Chris
up and without breaking eye contact, Chris reached up and removed Nick's toque and scarf, dropping them
both to the floor. They were both breathing heavily now, the anticipation stifling.
"Hey."Chris's voice was soft as his gaze flickered from Nick's eyes to his lips and back up again.
"I've missed you."Nick watched as Chris smiled at his admission, blushing just slightly. Not that anyone else
would have been able to tell, because Chris Kirkpatrick didn't blush. But Nick knew better.
"Me too."
It was then that Nick felt Chris tug on his mittens. Or rather, the strings to be exact. He broke their locked
gazes to look down and watch as Chris wrapped the yarn around his hands, gingerly fingering the material.
Without warning, Nick felt himself pulled forward, flush against Chris's body. He let out a nervous giggle,
feeling Chris' breath against his chin as they stared at one another.
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