Dean and Pete exited the rescue vehicle, slamming the doors behind them and casually walking up the path to a nondescript townhouse. Dean waited while Pete got out his keys and unlocked the door. Pete turned back to hold the door open and Dean gave him a quick nod before entering the house.
The house was musty smelling, having been locked up tight for the better part of a month while Pete was away at sea. Pete closed the door behind him and tossed the keys onto the hall table, dropping his duffel bag at his feet. Dean was already going around the place pulling up blinds and opening windows, letting in fresh air and light.
"It's good to be home," Pete looked around at his home and grinned.
"It's good to have you home," Dean called out from the living room.
Pete followed the sound of his voice and found him opening the last of the windows, shoulder muscles obvious through the navy blue fabric of his uniform shirt. Dean turned around when he heard Pete enter and leaned against the window sill, watching him approach.
"Thanks again for picking me up at the dock," Pete said, wrapping his arms around Dean and leaning in for their first kiss since he had hopped into the car earlier.
Dean wrapped his arms around Pete's waist and pulled him closer. He hadn't allowed himself to miss Pete's solid presence and warm smile while he was gone. There's no sense pining for what you can't have...and you can't have a man when he's on a ship in the middle of the Tasman Sea.
"Did you manage to stay busy while I was gone?" Pete asked, taking Dean's hand and pulling him to his feet.
"You know me, just sat around watching rom-coms and missing you," Dean deadpanned. Both of them knew how busy they each were with sudden emergencies and frenetic rescues occurring constantly.
"Smart ass," Pete muttered, leading him toward the stairs.
"Yeah, but you missed me," Dean retorted.
"Not as much as you missed me," Pete looked back over his shoulder, grinning at Dean. He loved how Dean could match his competitive streak better than anyone.
Dean pulled him to a stop at the top of the stairs, "I did miss you, Pete," they held each other's gaze. "Next time, tell the Navy to give you a shorter posting."
"Maybe you can write a note for my CO requesting that I get special treatment because Dean Gallagher said so," Pete teased, bringing his face closer to Deans, feeling the heat coming off his skin.
"Shut up," Dean murmured, sliding his hands up under Pete's shirt. They kissed again, this time with more force.
"I've been thinking about this for days," Pete said, taking off Dean's shirt.
"Only for days?" Dean asked, taking off Pete's shirt.
"No sense getting hot and bothered over something you can't have," Pete whispered against Dean's ear.
"Well, you can have it now," Dean replied, reaching for Pete's belt as they stumbled down the hall into the bedroom.