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Hands gripped the steering wheel in a death grip as the man driving tried his best to concentrate on the road in front of him while trying to keep his breath as even as he could at the same time. His mind was racing, a whirlwind of thoughts battling each other, all screaming at him, fighting for priority, a jumbled mess he had no hope of reigning in alone.
He slammed on the brakes as he saw the lights he was approaching turn red, hoping that his reaction time wasn’t slowed enough that he would hit the car stopped ahead of him. He sucked in a breath, desperately trying to get in enough air around the squeezing, vice-like grip he felt around his chest. He was sweating and felt like he was on fire, except for his spine that felt like it had sharp shards of ice racing down it.
He tapped his thumbs on the wheel as he stared at the light, willing it to turn green. He was only minutes away from home. Home. He needed to be home. He needed to be safe. Home was safe. Home was where someone would be to help bring him back to himself. He just needed to be home.
He shot off the line as soon as he could, laser focused on his need to make it home. Fighting the raging maelstrom of thoughts, feelings and overwhelming sensations conflicting through his body. He wildly swung the car up the driveway, slamming his foot down on the brake before he crashed into the garage. He fumbled in his rush to get the car in park, his body out of the door and the keys in hand.
He sprinted across the lawn, thudding into the front door as he struggled to make his fingers do as he wanted. He was shaking and the key seemed impossibly large compared to the tiny hole he needed to get it in. He snarled, slamming his fist against the hard wooden door in frustration. He tried lining up the key and lock again as he rested his head on his arm leaning against the door, tears were starting to flood his eyes and he knew if he didn’t make it inside now he was going to drop to the ground. He didn’t want his partners to find him slumped on the ground outside; pathetic, weak, useless.
Sobs started to rock through his body and then he was falling.
There was a surprised groan as he realised he was falling forward, as he lurched head first through the doorway he felt strong hands reach out to steady him.
Sihtric raised his head and locked eyes with his partner Finan, A feral sound tore from him as he launched himself towards the other man, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
Finan staggered at the force of Sihtic slamming into him, neither were small men, but the look on Sihtric’s face had told Finan just how desperately he needed the other man to help co regulate his emotions in that moment. Finan hauled the man clinging to him further inside the house, kicking the door shut behind them. He struggled as he moved Sihtric towards the living room, the younger man was roughly the same height as Finan but at that moment he was a dead weight, he was no longer walking under his own steam, all effort his effort was going towards clinging to his lover.
Finan let out a groan as the two men collapsed onto the couch, Sihtric body weight crushing into his chest knocking the air from his lungs. He rubbed his hands firmly up and down the younger man’s back as he whispered reassurance into the ear tucked up to his neck. Sihtric still clung to him, chest to chest, silent except for the erratic breathing that was starting to settle. Finan moved his head to the side to get a better look at the face pressed into the collar bone.
“What do yer need Sitty?”
“More” Sihtric all but groaned out, adjusting his body to sit more fully in Finan’s lap and tightening the grip he had around Finan’s chest.
Finan gave Sihtric a gentle kiss on his neck as he squeezed him tighter.
“For as long as yer need, sweetheart’”.