It had been awhile since Liam saw Matt, Liam had been throwing himself into work trying to save his company and stop investors from pulling out and when it seems all his hard work was for nothing, stocks started slowly going back up. Liam knew he should be happy but he was not, he was already down a road he knew was hard for him to stop traveling. He came home early and decided to stay at Matt’s. Liam knew that when Matt saw him in this state, Matt would be worried and he hated making the man he loved worry.
Liam was going to hide the fact that he spent two nights ago at the hospital because he passed out after a meeting. It was a secret that he was keeping to himself. Cracks were slowly spreading and the CEO’s brokenness was starting to be seen by almost everyone. Liam opened the door and saw that Matt was not home yet. So Liam decided to take a shower. Liam looked terrible as he looked at the mirror, his eyes showed pain, tired and he could not help himself and take a nap after getting dressed. @graysonkennedy
Coming home to his door unlocked, and the lights in his kitchen on, his stomach drops. He had spent the weekend in Houston with his intern, had attended meetings and conferences with NASA about not only his research but his experience in space. And as much as his mind had been focused on work, his heart had been yearning to cuddle up to his fiance at the end of the night. However Liam had been distant, it was nothing new or concerning to him, and as much as he worried, he knew that leaving him to his own devices until he came to him was their best option. The astronaut didn’t like it. He didn’t like that his fiance was so distant when truly he needed comfort, but he knew that going about it by smothering him would only make him close up more. Most of their fights had been due to his persistence in the beginning. He was so set on having the man open up that he was doing the opposite of what he wanted him to do. Letting Liam unfold himself from his weave in loneliness was a beautiful sight. After allowing him time to be himself, to learn to trust the scientist with his heart, to love him; it was the most magical thing he had ever seen.
The sight of him, curled against his sheets, curly hair falling against his forehead, makes his heart ache. Placing his bags near the front door of his apartment, he quickly showers, changing into something more appropriate for bed and slides in next to Liam. Water-warmed hands slip through uneasy curls, his stomach and chest pressing close as he wiggles his way into the crook of his neck. His eyes are heavy in an instant, exhausted from travel and his weekend of work. But a simple smile overcomes his features as he inhales; as much as there was lingering molecules of his own soap, underneath laid the cologne that he loved so much. He groans sleepily, nudging his face further into the man’s neck, his hand soothing against his spine to calm any anxiety the man might have about feeling another body against his own, in sleep.
Four years and nothing had changed. He stilled felt flutterings of butterfly wings when their skin brushed, still felt a heat rise in his belly when he gave him a look that meant fun, and sleeping with him, warmed by blankets and sleep-contorted faces was still his favorite thing. The eldest Kennedy could still remember when they would wake up, haphazardly tangled in each other and the blanket. He could never understand how they would end up so weaved together but the more that it happened, the more that he fell in love with it. Closeness had always been their ‘thing’. From tickling touch of hands in moments of anxiety to not quite being able to get the same amount of rest without being snuggled into the other’s side, touch was something they thrived on. Despite being who he was, words had never come easily to him. He was easily flustered, quick to blush, and easy to make stumble over words and so touch, unwavering in nature and solid, had always been easier than telling him how he felt without it coming out the opposite of what he wanted it to come out as.
Matt found it to be beautiful. How simple touch could cause such a strong set of positive emotions to stop a panic attack straight in it’s path, or to whisk away the lingering bitterness of a nightmare. Liam had done it for him many of times. The CEO had simply gave him a look, or grasped his hand, and before his panic had risen to the level of attack, it disappeared. He could feel the emotion well in his chest even in his exhausted state. He wants to laugh at how pathetic he was, crying over being in love with somebody felt like something that only happened in movies
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