Dan's POV
It's been seven years since I made the decision to leave. Seven years since I'd been here last. I'm back now. I hope for good.
When he opens the door, I smile. He looks good. I hope he'll take me back. He steps back, silently letting me in. I start talking, nervous chatter really. How is he standing there so calm?
Suddenly, he starts falling. I rush to catch him. Why did he fall? He looked fine a second ago. I say his name. He doesn't respond. I call for him again. I'm getting worried now. Why isn't he responding? I pick him up. He's so light. Almost frighteningly so. They said he'd been eating less when I first left. Did he never get his rather rambunctious appetite back?
I carry him to the couch. I lean down, trying to be careful as I set him down. I'm startled when I feel him cling to me.
I'm worried about him. This behavior is so different from what I remember. I ask him if he's okay, if he needs something. He doesn't answer me. He just keeps staring at me, like he's afraid I'll disappear if he looks away.
I shake my head. I go into the kitchen, to get him some water. I think that will help him. I stand at the sink for a moment, shaking. Did I make the right decision? Coming back...
It feels right, being with him.
I hear a thump from the other room. I rush back. He's fallen again. Oh God are those tears? I quickly reach his side. I set my hand on his shoulder and when he looks at me I offer him the water. He drinks and I ask if he's okay now. When he says my name I have to swallow the lump in my throat.
He's still crying. I hate to see him cry, so I catch a tear, kiss it and smile at him. I see his eyes widen, then suddenly I'm pinned beneath him.
He catches my hands in his. I think he thinks I'll run again. He's asking me why I left. I don't get a chance to answer. My heart breaks as he tells me he loves me through his tears.
I pull my hands out of his grip and wrap my arms around him. I shush him, tell him everything is alright now. I run my hand through his hair, stroke his back. I didn't know that my leaving had affected him so. Where I was relatively happy gone, his behavior has shown me that I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving him.
He's asking me something again and again he doesn't let me answer. He's kissing me. He's kissing me with all the pent up emotion he has. I can taste his desperation in the kiss. I try to match him, to tell him without words that I'm back and I regret leaving.
The kiss escalates, and we're tearing each others clothes off. He can't keep his hands off me. I need him to continue. To continue touching everywhere. My body has been starving for his. He presses his fingers against my mouth. I obediently open my mouth and suck on them, making sure to get them covered. He removes his fingers and moves down my body. As he preps me, I can't help but think of how much I've missed this. I haven't been with anybody else in the seven years I've been gone. He adds in the third finger, and I let out a small moan. He takes this for what it is, that I'm ready. He presses against my entrance and kisses me as he slowly sinks in. He gives me a moment to adjust then starts. Slow and easy thrusts at first. Fast and hard when he loses control.
He takes me everywhere. I swear we hit every available surface before finally ending up in bed. He curls around me and the hole in my heart is gone. This is where I belong. I fall asleep thinking to myself that I'll never leave again.
It's been seven years since I left, and I'm finally home.
Author's Note: So it's complete and I'm going to mark it as such. I'm half tempted to write a sequel about how they get back into the groove of being together. I'm only going to write the sequel if people want me too. If you do want a sequel please leave a comment saying so. I'd be eternally grateful if you would leave a comment regardless. Comments are good for the soul. :)