Summary: Traveling the world sounds like a dream job to some. Though not when there's someone waiting for you at home. Rated K.


It was late. His plane had come in very, very late. That's all that Carlos could think about while his key slid into the lock on the door of his apartment, how late it was. Maybe 2am? He didn't really know, but all the lights surrounding the apartment complex were out except a lone street lamp at the junction with the road. Turning his key, he heard the tumblers make their soft "click" before turning the knob, pushing the door softly, and entering with light steps. His small black suitcase rolled in after him, being dropped off along with his pilot's hat in the hallway on the way into the living area.

It wasn't a very big apartment, but it was fine for a man and his roommate just out of college. Carlos looked around in the dark, taking in the familiar sight and sighing quietly before continuing to walk. His shoes and black jacket came off as he moved through the apartment, but he didn't care. He was ready to get a full night's sleep for once, his jetlag and uncomfortable, cold, and lonely hotel beds preventing him from doing so most nights. He was almost to the bedroom when he stopped, a noise catching his attention. Turning to the couch, a small smile came across his face.

Logan was lying on the sofa, brown hair swooping down over his eyes, and his breathing low as he slept. The Latino tiptoed across the carpeted floor, stopping when he neared the sleeping brunet and kneeling down in front of the couch. The smile never left Carlos' face as he lifted a finger to move the brown locks out from in front of Logan's face, the boy still not waking as his hair slowly moved upward. Chuckling softly at the adorable expression of the sleeping boy, Carlos placed a small kiss to Logan's forehead before standing up again. He turned around and began to walk quietly again, but stopped when he heard the sound of shifting and a low voice from behind him.

"Welcome home, Captain Carlos," Logan said, an obvious smirk dancing along the words. Carlos turned back to the boy on the couch with a smile of his own, finding him still curled up with open arms reaching towards him. The sleep hadn't yet left his eyes, and it was obvious how tired he was. "Come back over here, I don't want to get up."

"I was going to get changed, this pilot uniform is a little uncomfo—"

"I don't care, come over here," Logan interrupted, the tan boy sighing and striding back over. As soon as he was close enough, the brunet took his hand and pulled, flipping Carlos over him and onto the sofa. Carlos landed softly on the fabric, pulling Logan around with him so that the two faced each other. Logan was quick to place his head into the crook of Carlos' neck, a tan hand coming up and stroking slowly up and down into the brown curls at the back of his head.

"I missed you," he whispered against the dark skin, placing a light kiss to his boyfriend's Adam's apple.

"I missed you too," came the reply. The two stayed quiet for a few minutes after, the silence broken by a whisper.

"How were your world travels this week? Go anywhere exciting?" A smirk formed against the pale boy's forehead.

"They were okay, but nowhere is nearly as exciting as being at home with my Logie." Logan moved his head up at the nickname, finding Carlos beaming down at him. The brunet shifted slightly to position his lips lightly against the Latino's, moving slowly and pulling away as a wave of fatigue washed over him. Logan yawned silently, the action contagious to his boyfriend.

"Goodnight, Carlitos." Logan felt two strong arms wrap around him at that, pulling him in even closer than before.

"Goodnight, Logie. Love you."

"Love you more."