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Human AU
“Flight 6301 has now arrived.” Keefe looked up from his phone. Was this the flight? Was it 6301 or 3601? Keefe pressed the home button in frustration and scrolled through his texts. There! It was 63-.
Before he could finish the thought, two strong arms wrapped around his waist. Keefe whirled around, accidentally getting a faceful of silver bangs. “Tam!” Keefe breathed out, shocked and slightly, just slightly, out of breath from his boyfriend’s tight hug. They shared a chaste kiss, trying not to draw too much attention as they walked down the concourse. “Didja miss me?” Keefe asked teasingly, waiting for the baggage carousel to bring them Tam’s suitcase. “You bet.” Tam said intertwining their fingers.
Tam couldn’t get enough of Keefe. After spending just 3 days apart, it felt like forever. He’d always thought that sounded like an exaggeration, but now he knew just how it felt. Something that couldn’t be satisfied by video calls and text messages. Now he felt he had to make up for the lost time. He had purposely moved faster so he could surprise Keefe. The shocked and ecstatic look on him made it worth it. Tam loved Keefe, more than he could ever know.
Their hair whipped around in the air, the chilly wind digging into their skin as they waited outside for a shuttle. “Thanks for coming out to get me,” Tam said shyly, leaning into Keefe’s warm chest. Keefe looked down with a fond smile, wrapping his arms around Tam protectively, and replied, “Anything for my bangs boy.” Tam couldn’t wipe the smile off his face no matter how hard he tried, so he ended up wearing it the whole way to their car.
Their car wasn’t anything fancy, just a Honda cr-v which had served them well for 5 (was it 6?) years. Inside was a mess of old hair products, magazines, and sunglasses, with stuffed animals in the backseat. Keefe slid into the drivers seat, and held Tam’s hand tight as he pulled out of the airport parking lot.
About 30 minutes into the drive, and not halfway to their home, Tam started to feel sick. Was it the jet lag. Was it a brush with car sickness. Tam didn’t know, but he did know the world was spinning. Bile rose in his throat, and when Keefe glanced sideways, he knew something was wrong. He pulled over and got out of the car, running around to the other side and opening the door. Tam slumped sideways, his eyes half closed and his chest rising and falling heavily. “Tam! TAM! Stay with me, ok?” Keefe lifted Tam out of the front seat, bridal style, and laid him on his back in the rear seats, hastily swiping the junk onto the floor.
“Hey, get a drink of water, ok? I’ll call the ambulance.” Keefe said, worried. But Tam reached out and grabbed Keefe’s arm. “Babe, it’s fine. Whatever it was, it’s passed now.” Tam said in his most reassuring voice. Keefe, skeptical, kept saying “Are you sure?”, to which Tam replied yes, sneaking in an eyeroll here and there. When Keefe was finally satisfied, he helped Tam up and gave him a few kisses before starting the engine and starting off again.
“You gave me quite the scare, Tammy,” Keefe started. “Luckily, I have a protective boyfriend,” Tam finished, giving his hand a squeeze and a quick peck on the cheek.