Electric Love ~ Schlattbur

Electric Love

Wilbur couldn't stay still. He stood in the airport terminal, foot tapping incessantly against the tiles, waiting for Schlatt's plane to land. His heart was pounding from a mixture of excitement and apprehension. 

He'd known Schlatt for nearly 3 three years, they'd been dating for half of that and yet they'd never managed to meet in real life. There was always a money thing or other plans or some emergency or a fucking pandemic that stopped them from seeing each other but, at last, finally, finally, they'd done it. Any minute now Schlatt's flight would come in and he would walk out of the gate and they would see each other and finally they would be together. 

Wilbur glanced at his phone. 8 minutes until he was due - only 1 minute since he'd last checked. He dropped it back in his pocket and looked around, fidgety. He moved to a seat, thinking maybe if he sat down he could relax a little bit, but between his bouncing leg and his hands rubbing up and down his thighs, he wouldn't exactly say it worked. 

Because he knew that, in spite of all the excitement, he was nervous. He had no reason to be - they'd been together long enough to know that - but still, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe it wouldn't be how he hoped. What if it was awkward? What if they didn't have anything to talk about? What if he wasn't who Schlatt thought he would be? And what if he was disappointed? Wilbur didn't know what he'd do if he was disappointed. 

'Okay, deep breath,' he told himself, 'In and out. Calm down.' He focused his attention on his hands. Slightly shaky, he tried to keep them still. He couldn't hold Schlatt's hands if he was shaking, that wouldn't be nice for him. He focused on getting to hold Schlatt's hands, feeling him, hands full, warm, happy, finally. 

But suddenly he was panicking again because his hands were empty. He didn't bring anything with him. 3 years of waiting for this to happen and he didn't bring him anything. Should he have got him a present? He was his boyfriend, surely he should have got him a present, right? How could he forget?

Would he have time to go and get something? Even just some flowers maybe? He couldn't get to the shops in the airport so he'd have to drive somewhere. He'd already paid for parking but it wasn't that much - he could do it aga-.

Wilbur's train of thought was interrupted by the realisation that, no, there was no time. The first few people were beginning to trickle through, finding loved ones, heading to collect their luggage. The plane had landed, Schlatt was here . He stood up, watching anxiously as the crowd grew bigger.

And then he saw him, easy to spot with his height and unmistakable with his cute headband and stupid mutton chops. Wilbur didn't make any effort to suppress his wide smile as he stepped forward, waiting for Schlatt to see him too. 

As soon as he did, his face lit up, a grin to rival Wilbur's own spreading across his face. The second he found a gap in the crowd, he broke into a run, trying to get to Wilbur as fast as he possibly could. It was like something out of a cliché movie but neither of them cared - 3 years had led up to this moment, it deserved nothing less than cliché. 

Within seconds, Schlatt was in Wilbur's arms, holding onto each other so tightly it was like they would stop breathing if they ever let go. The sounds of the airport around them faded away so that all that was left in the world was the two of them. They hadn't even said a word yet but any anxiety that Wilbur had been feeling melted away the instant he touched Schlatt for the first time. The fabric of his hoodie was soft under his fingertips and he was so warm, welcoming. Right there, right then, Wilbur felt completely at home. 

After a couple of minutes, Schlatt pulled back, moving one hand to the back of Wilbur's neck and cupping his face with the other. The pad of his thumb moved gently across the skin of his cheek, treating him as the most valuable thing Schlatt had ever held. Wilbur gazed down into his eyes, admiring him, taking in every detail that the cameras never managed to capture - tiny things that you can only see when you're really there, mere centimetres apart.

"Hi," Schlatt breathed, finally breaking the silence with a gentle smile resting on his lips. 

"Hi," Wilbur replied, just as softly. He couldn't think of anything else he wanted to say, only one single thought running through his head, "You're really here."

"I'm really here," he laughed lightly, bright, perfect and Wilbur couldn't wait any longer. He leant down and connected their lips in a sweet, sensitive kiss that sent sparks through his whole nervous system. He threaded his fingers through Schlatt's hair, pulling him closer. 

He felt perfect against him, like the missing piece of Wilbur's puzzle that he waited so long to find, to have. Schlatt completed him and he didn't ever want to let him go.