some oneshots

kit & bentley

okay hi i wrote this in like an hour and didn't proofread it whatsoever so hi here's this 
it's gay and they're anxious and it's in an airport that's all you need to know okay bye

also this is like my first attempt at a oneshot like hi 

"Kit? Kit? Where did you go?"  Bentley said, peeking around the corner of the bathroom. "Kit?" Bentley ran his long, pale fingers through his sand-colored hair. 

Bentley shrank back into the bathroom, putting his face into his hands. God, where was that nugget fucker? Bentley had been in the airport bathroom for a few short minutes after their they got off their flight to the beach house. 

Bentley paced around the large bathroom some more and debated texting Kit. No, I'm not that clingy, thought Bentley. God, where is he?

Kit had left Bentley at the bathroom, saying he'd be back in a second and walking towards another gate. God, how long could a second be? Bentley looked out of the bathroom again, swiveling his head around the corner. Still no Kit. 

Bentley knew that realistically, he shouldn't freak out. That's not reasonable. That's not what normal people do. Kit was probably just caught up in an elevator or something, he was probably just stuck in foot traffic, he was probably getting Bentley a latte, come to think of it. 

But he still wasn't  here. 

By this time, Bentley felt like he had stayed in the bathroom for way too long. Too long to be socially acceptable, but Kit still wasn't back. 

Bentley poked his head around the corner again. Waves of people flowed around the booths and displays, walking fast, lugging their bags behind their ankles. 

Too many people. Far too many people. It made Bentley a little dizzy, actually. And none of them were Kit. 

In a stroke of panic, Bentley whipped out his phone and texted Kit quickly.

where are you 

After what felt like an eternity Bentley nervously checked his phone. His heart sunk. Kit hadn't even read it yet. 

God, where was he??

Bentley felt his stomach start to lurch and his knees go wobbly. 

What if.... 

No, Bentley, stop, this is irrational. 

What if he never comes back? Something whispered inside of Bentley's head. When you saw Kit's head around the corner, when he gave you a kiss, when he said he would be back in a second and when you saw the last flash of his hazel eyes as he turned around, how you saw his jet black hair disappear around the corner to the other gate, how when you kissed you ran your fingers the olive-toned skin over his high cheekbones dotted with freckles. 

Bentley went back into a bathroom stall and exhaled deeply, pressing his forehead to the wall. This is irrational. Normal people don't freak out when their boyfriend is a little bit late, just a little bit late, just a few seconds late. 

Kit was fine. Kit was fine. Kit had to be fine. Any second now, he would be standing there, waiting at the entrance of the bathroom, probably with lattes for both of them and a croissant from the coffee shop just around the corner. Yes, that had to be exactly what he was doing. Kit was just getting coffee. Kit was just getting them coffee. 

He had to be. 

Bentley rubbed his eyes and leaned up against the wall of the stall. 

He opened his phone and mindlessly browsed through Snapchat, looking at his old friends and their adventures. 

It felt like it had been an hour, Bentley leaning up against the wall of the stall and trying not to focus on the the twisting, worming feeling inside of his stomach that seemed to eat away up into his throat, making Bentley feel like he might throw up. 

Bentley's legs were cramping even as he tried to re-arrange himself against the wall. He compulsively checked his texts, even though from Kit, it was radio silence. He hadn't even looked at Bentley's message. 

Bentley just tried not to think about it. 

By now, the wave of people using the bathroom from the last flight had evened out, leaving Bentley almost alone in the bathroom. It was quiet, eerily quiet. 

All of the sudden, a smooth, confident voice rang out from the echoey bathroom. "Bentley?"

Bentley immediately recognized the low, musical tone of Kit's voice and his heart jumped at the sound. He fumbled on the lock and pushed the door open. 

It was Kit, standing tall at the entrance of the bathroom, curiously cocking his head with a gentle smile. "There you are, Bentley."

It was like a weight was lifted off Bentley's chest as he ran towards his boyfriend's wide frame. The olive-skinned Kit squeezed his lover tight and looked deep into Bentley's blue eyes. 

"I was worried..." Bentley said breathlessly as they walked down the halls, which were quieter now that the traffic from their flight had mostly moved out. 

They sat down on a couch in the waiting area and Bentley let himself be wrapped in Kit's strong arms, breathing deeply.

"I got us pretzels," Kit chirped, holding up a bag of soft pretzels. 

"Holy shit, Kit, you're amazing..." Bentley kissed his lover on the cheek. "I... I was kind of scared." 

"Aww, I'm sorry, Bentley? Did it turn out okay?" 

"Of course it did," Bentley smiled and snuggled deeper into Kit's arms.