Flint yawned as he entered his quarters. He was too tired to notice something was off, so the figure asleep in his bed went unnoticed until he was about to lay down. Only then did he register the familiar and pleasant musky odor of the room and the body wrapped around one of his pillows. He slowly crawled into bed so as to not disturb the other but an opened.
"You weren't due back for two more days," the other said.
"Finished early and I wanted to get back," he explained. He too the pillow, replacing it with himself. "How many night have you snuck in here since I've been gone?"
A shrug of shoulder was followed by, "Four or five."
Flint smirked. He had been gone only eight days. "That many, huh? Miss me that much, did you?"
"Always," unashamed, "I was worried, too." Flint was pulled close and tight, held like he might disappear.
"I came back well and whole." He ran a hand over the arms holding him. "I feel the same way when you have to go." His temple was kissed. He smiled. He felt safest right there, like the world was one big sick fucked up nightmare and there was only this. Anyone ever found out he was a snuggler, he would kill the messenger.
"Rest. You're exhausted." Another kiss to Flint's temple.
Flint nodded and soon began to doze off. He said one more thing before sleep claimed him. "Love you, Wayne."
"You, too, Dash. You, too."
AN/ Upon searching diligently, I have found the abundance of G.I. Joe slash very lacking to nil. This piece is the first in a series of short fics for the fandom I plan to complete. Most will likely be very short and persist of established relationships, like this one, until I can develop a more thorough idea for a lengthy story. Any suggestions are welcome. I also realize I will be pushing 'Don't ask, don't tell' to the envelope, but I won't be the first nor the last. I hope you enjoyed it, though it was very short.
