...And I'll Call You by Mine (cmbyn one shots! taking requests)

airport i (summer of 1985; two years after departure)

There was no doubt that Elio was nervous, his heart beating extremely fast in his chest like a jackrabbit running from a hunter. This was the first time he would see Oliver again, excitement and nervousness coursing through his veins. He tried to distract himself, his necklace he constantly wore ever since Oliver left now dangling in between his lips, keeping it there before it fell out of his mouth. The boy looked out the plane window, watching everything underneath him that just seemed so small from up here. What would he say to Oliver? What would he do? Elio felt intimidated by the whole situation. It had been far too long since he'd seen the tall male he fell madly in love with in '83. The plane soon landed, people crowding and fleeing out of the doors as fast as they could. It made Elio make a face, wondering why everyone was so rude and elbowing each other to get out. Americans. The small boy then reached up, grabbing his backpack and sliding it on. He walked out the door of the tunnel, his eyes widening. He was in America, for the first time. He never really processed that but the main thing he was truly thinking about was Oliver. The two were supposed to meet at baggage claim, that's what was planned, so Elio made his way there. He currently had his headphones on, listening to the soft piano play which relaxed him but he couldn't help but tense up when he saw him. There he was, his everything. The blonde was standing there, looking around to find the boy which he hadn't seemed to spot yet. He was so beautiful to Elio, from the way his blonde hair was nicely gelled back like the first day he was at his summer home to the way his blue shirt was slightly unbuttoned with a small bit of chest hair making an appearance. The boy swallowed hard, causing his throat to tighten when he finally stepped foot in front of the man, taking a brief and hurried look at his star of David necklace. His nimble fingers soon reached up, sliding his headphones off so he could hear the deep voice that relaxed him that one summer.

"Oliver, I-I missed you." He whispered in a soft voice, not truly knowing what he should say.

Oliver's P.O.V.

Oliver leaned against a wall near the baggage claim, his nerves almost swallowing him whole. He hadn't seen Elio for two years. Two years since those special six weeks in northern Italy. Two years since he'd met his true love, only he didn't want to admit it. Facing the fact he'd fallen in love with someone he'd hardly get to hold, to hug, to kiss was too much for him to bear. The tall, slender man repeatedly ran his fingers through his hair, not knowing what else to do. He was rarely nervous but he didn't want to resort to chewing on his nails or fidgetting around. This was Elio, someone he'd wanted to look his best for. Nothing more & nothing less. The other people around him looked plain, regular. Bored almost, for there was nothing special or fun about grabbing your bag at the airport. Everyone was jet-lagged except a man & a woman who seemed to be standing about twenty feet away from the blonde. They'd been hugging for a while now, holding onto one another for their life. The two were madly in love, and not Romeo-Juliet love. Real love. The kind that left everyone thinking, "I hope I meet someone who feels so passionately about me like that one day." Although nobody ever admitted it, for they disliked thinking about the fact that love is so difficult to find nowadays, who knows if they'd ever experience that?

Oh, Elio, he thought. My beautiful Elio. I long for the moment I get to hold you like that again. Run my fingertips along your back before I grab your hips and pull you even closer.

Before he was caught admiring the lovers, he looked away and continued to scan the crowd of people. Until he found himself gazing at him. There Elio was. The ever-so stunning man he'd remembered.

Oliver studied him as if this were the first time they'd ever met. He was wearing beige converse with his light pink-salmon button up shirt paired with the whitewashed denim jeans, which were folded up slightly above his ankle. He watched how his footsteps towards him went from slow to painfully slow.

They locked eyes, keeping the eye contact for what felt like hours. Only he wanted to keep it for days, weeks, years. Decades, centuries. Nothing could be better than this. "I missed you." He looked down at the brunette, both almost tearing up. His words played on repeat. Oliver couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make him stumble. So he watched him, not wanting to look away.

Actions speak louder than words, Oliver.

The blonde grabbed Elio by his waist and brought him in, just like the old days. He closed his eyes and took it all in. The fabric of his shirt. His scent. The way the goosebumps would cover his neck whenever he got so close. Nothing's changed. It was all the same, which was exactly what he wanted.
I don't want to let go. Don't loosen your grip on me. Please, hold on a little bit longer.