Sanders Sides Oneshots and Short Stories

Away

Requested.

Ship: Romantic Remceit

Category: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

Summary: Declan(Deceit) has been gone for a while. Remy is happy to get him back.

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Remy gripped his Starbucks cup tightly, not caring the chill that seeped into his fingers. He'd chewed on the straw so badly he could barely use it anymore. Oh well.

He could say that he didn't know why he was distracted, but of course he did. His boyfriend, Declan, had been gone for three years, studying abroad in Spain. All the way across the ocean.

Today would've been like any other day. He would've woken up, left to get caffeine, try to forget about Declan, work, go home, and try to forget about Declan until he went to bed.

But today wasn't a normal day. Today, Declan was coming home.

Which was why Remy was so high-strung. What if he didn't love Remy anymore? What if he was different? Remy didn't admit this often, but he was absolutely terrified.

He drove to the airport in silence, not bothering to turn on the radio. He wanted coffee, but he knew if he ingested any more caffeine, he'd be jittery, and Declan would notice because Declan understood him completely.

He waited at the gates, twiddling his thumbs and biting his lip and wishing he had something to occupy his hands with. He felt like he'd been waiting forever.

Then-

A mop of brown hair surfaced above the crowd, someone dressed in a black coat with yellow buttons. Remy tried to peer over the mass of heads, but he couldn't see. It's okay. Declan would come to him.

"Remy."

Remy spun around, to see his boyfriend smiling awkwardly at him, a suitcase in his hand. His heterochromatic eyes, one blue and yellow-green, met Remy's, one eyebrow lifting up.

"Declan," Remy whispered.

Declan shuffled his feet nervously. "Hi, um, I'm totally not looking for my boyfriend, Remy. Could you not help me find him?"

"Jerk!" Remy cried, once he realized the other was teasing him. "You-" He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in Declan's chest. "You're a massive douche," Remy muttered. "And you smell like lemons."

"My roommate didn't like to spray lemon cologne," Declan admitted. "I didn't miss you."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't miss you either," Remy murmured. He tilted his head to make eye contact. "D-"

Declan kissed him, and he might've smelled like lemons but he tasted like sugar and Remy could tell he hadn't lost his sweet tooth. When they eventually broke apart for air, Declan laughed. "You still don't have the Starbucks addiction, huh? I can leave you alone for even a month."

"Three years more like," Remy said, grinning. "Let's go home."

"Did you not paint the house pink, like I didn't suggest?"

"I suggested that! You're an idiot."

"But I'm not your idiot."

"Damn right."

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