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No sleep till' brooklyne

By: cheddars dads on Ao3

Raymond x Kevin (Brooklyne 99)

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It was a warm Sunday morning when Kevin could be found in the kitchen, cooking up only his and his husband's favorite meal- a croque monsieur. Adding the bechamel to the bread, he anxiously awaited his husband's return from a 6-month undercover Witness Protection order down in florida, with none other than precinct-infamous detective, Jacob Peralta. A bing went off from Kevins phone, startling him- it was a rare occasion for him to have notification noises on (per his belief that it would be inappropriate for such a device to disturb his social interactions), but knowing of his husband's arrival, he felt it would grant an appropriate opportunity. With that said, he placed his prep work to the side, and picked up his phone.

Dear Kevin,

I have departed from the airport. I will arrive home in half an hour.

Sincerely,

Raymond Holt

After 6 months without contact, he could feel the butterflies in his abdomen forming. it's not that he found the message particularly arousing- but between his own time in paris and Raymonds undercover time- Kevin could barely hold himself together. It felt like it had been almost a year since they'd had any quality time together. He feared that the moment his husband walked in the door he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. not that he felt his husband would be opposed. a creak of the front door opening pulled Kevin from his thought cycle.

He dropped his current task and ran over the door, an ache in his chest and tears in his eyes at the sight of his husband. The warm smile and kind eyes was something about his husband that he had never even realized he missed so dearly. Just as Kevin feared, he couldn't hold back- he pulled Raymond's bags to the side, and pulled his torso against his own. He knew he should be more discreet right now- considering the open world behind his husband's back, but he couldn't help letting his guard down. He looked deeply into his eyes and smacked his mouth right against his husbands- it was the full, lip-biting, wet kiss Raymond anticipated. Only instead of feeling his husband lean into it, Kevin heard Raymond let out a breathy groan- and not the type he heard in the bedroom. Instead, it was the incident.

The incident groan was something Kevin had only heard once before. One insinuated as a result of his husband's nosy concerned detective taking a jab into their personal lives. remembering how the whole ordeal culminated, Kevin immediately pulled out of the kiss and examined his husband's body. Despite his belief that the five-second investigation would be accurate, he hadn't spotted the source of his husband's injury. and so, he turned to his ask him,

"Raymond, what was the noise for? Are you alright? have you been injured in your time-" but before his husband lost his own breath, Raymond closed the gap between them with a kiss. Only this time, Kevin was the one to pull away, an annoyed look plastered on his face. "Raymond, how dare you shut me up with a kiss as I search for the origins of your grimace." but instead of an answer, his husband only grinned and kissed his cheek, before reaching from Kevins blindspot to pull a pair of crutches. He had tried to calm the situation before breaking the news to his husband, to avoid a repeat of the time his precincts' nosy detective came between him honestly with his husband. Raymond's plan, however, did not go accordingly.

"don't panic, my dear. it's only minor," he calmly explained, only to be met with Kevins rebuttal, "Raymond, the last time you said you had a 'minor' incident, you had been stabbed- I really think we need to redefine your understanding of minor." Kevin finished. Raymond did suppose his husband had a fair point- and he couldn't exactly hide this detail from Kevin any longer. He let his following sentence out in a quiet, hopefully consoling manner.