Fic - GigKent - "I've missed you" kisses
Mar. 4th, 2019 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_mabplease all i want is for kent to be warm and happy with gig. love this fool in love
Kent doesn’t run. He’s too dignified for that. Even when the alert on his phone from Gig was an update of his arrival (just got off the w w/o e heading up from the port see u soon!!), Kent doesn’t run.
He might walk at an extremely brisk pace, but it’s not running.
It doesn’t stop him from arriving, breathlessly, at the entrance to the manor, looking like he had just run.
Gig’s not there.
Kent checks his phone, no new update. The time it would take Kent to get from where he was to the manor proper was about the time it would take Gig to get from the port to the manor. But he isn’t there, and Kent tries to decide what the proper response is for the feeling he feels when his phone beeps in his hand.
It’s a selfie from Gig, and he’s flashing a thumbs up as he’s bombarded by children. Waylaid, the message says. Plz hold.
Ah.
Well.
That is perfectly understandable.
Kent decides to do the logical thing, and starts walking in the direction of the port.
Of course, there is still plenty of busy work at the manor to keep his hands busy. But then it would turn to idle tidying, and his hands are starting to shake in a way that he’s afraid he might accidentally break something.
Besides, it’s a nice day. The sun is out, the sound of the ocean is steady if distant, and he could use the chance to stretch his legs.
He’s halfway to the port, the loud cacophony already audible despite the distance left to go, when Gig’s shout stops him in his track.
“Kent! Hey!!”
He turns at the sound, automatically, magnetically, and finds Gig sitting cross-legged in the sand as he helps a collection of children (several of whom Kent is able to identify from the previous selfie) build what can only be a sand castle—though it is still in the early stages and looks like nothing more than a mound of wet sand.
Gig jumps to his feet, and gives the kids a brief apology and grin before jogging to the walkway where Ken waits. “You didn’t have to come.”
“I was afraid,” Kent starts, then immediately doesn’t know how to finish that sentence. So he doesn’t.
But Gig laughs anyway. “Of what?”
“The children.” No, wait, bad answer. He mentally smacks himself.
Gig’s grin softens, amused.
Kent tries again. “You must be tired. You had a long trip.”
“I don’t mind them.” Something in his eye brightens and he stands up a little straighter. There’s a slight difference in height that Kent is enjoying with Gig closer to eye level--barefoot in the sand, while Kent has the slightly higher position on the walkway. “Oh, I forgot, I have something for you.”
Kent hopes that his blush isn’t too visible. “For me?”
Gig just smiles his thousand watt smile, and doesn’t retreat to get the object from his bag. “Yeah!”
“Something from your travels, perhaps?”
He hums in thought, rocking back on his heels before rocking forward on his toes into Kent’s space. “Something like that.”
Kent doesn’t know what to say. “Oh.” A beat. “Is it being sent ahead with your stuff to the house? Should I have been there waiting for it?”
“Nope!”
One of the kids shouts something that Kent can’t quite make out, but it makes Gig’s expression shift into something... shy? Which is, honestly, the last thing Kent expected from the other man.
Gig turns back to the kids. “Yeah, okay, hold on!” he tells them, and they burst into delighted laughter.
When Gig returns to face forward, Kent is again surprised, this time to see the hint of a blush on Gig’s cheeks.
He knows he’s blushing by this point. “What is it?”
“Hold out your hand.”
Kent does.
Gig takes it, then effortlessly twines their fingers together in a way that leaves Kent breathless. When he takes a step in to close the distance, Kent finds himself doing the same--joining him on the sand instead of maintaining the position on the walkway.
And then Gig’s other hand touches lightly to Kent’s chin, tilting his face up, so that he can lean down and leave a soft, gently kiss to Kent’s lips.
Behind him, the children cheer, and Kent can feel Gig’s lips curl into a smile against his own.
“I missed you,” Gig says, pulling Kent’s hand up to his cheek.
Kent doesn’t say anything. He just rises up to capture Gig’s lips in another kiss.
Kent doesn’t run. He’s too dignified for that. Even when the alert on his phone from Gig was an update of his arrival (just got off the w w/o e heading up from the port see u soon!!), Kent doesn’t run.
He might walk at an extremely brisk pace, but it’s not running.
It doesn’t stop him from arriving, breathlessly, at the entrance to the manor, looking like he had just run.
Gig’s not there.
Kent checks his phone, no new update. The time it would take Kent to get from where he was to the manor proper was about the time it would take Gig to get from the port to the manor. But he isn’t there, and Kent tries to decide what the proper response is for the feeling he feels when his phone beeps in his hand.
It’s a selfie from Gig, and he’s flashing a thumbs up as he’s bombarded by children. Waylaid, the message says. Plz hold.
Ah.
Well.
That is perfectly understandable.
Kent decides to do the logical thing, and starts walking in the direction of the port.
Of course, there is still plenty of busy work at the manor to keep his hands busy. But then it would turn to idle tidying, and his hands are starting to shake in a way that he’s afraid he might accidentally break something.
Besides, it’s a nice day. The sun is out, the sound of the ocean is steady if distant, and he could use the chance to stretch his legs.
He’s halfway to the port, the loud cacophony already audible despite the distance left to go, when Gig’s shout stops him in his track.
“Kent! Hey!!”
He turns at the sound, automatically, magnetically, and finds Gig sitting cross-legged in the sand as he helps a collection of children (several of whom Kent is able to identify from the previous selfie) build what can only be a sand castle—though it is still in the early stages and looks like nothing more than a mound of wet sand.
Gig jumps to his feet, and gives the kids a brief apology and grin before jogging to the walkway where Ken waits. “You didn’t have to come.”
“I was afraid,” Kent starts, then immediately doesn’t know how to finish that sentence. So he doesn’t.
But Gig laughs anyway. “Of what?”
“The children.” No, wait, bad answer. He mentally smacks himself.
Gig’s grin softens, amused.
Kent tries again. “You must be tired. You had a long trip.”
“I don’t mind them.” Something in his eye brightens and he stands up a little straighter. There’s a slight difference in height that Kent is enjoying with Gig closer to eye level--barefoot in the sand, while Kent has the slightly higher position on the walkway. “Oh, I forgot, I have something for you.”
Kent hopes that his blush isn’t too visible. “For me?”
Gig just smiles his thousand watt smile, and doesn’t retreat to get the object from his bag. “Yeah!”
“Something from your travels, perhaps?”
He hums in thought, rocking back on his heels before rocking forward on his toes into Kent’s space. “Something like that.”
Kent doesn’t know what to say. “Oh.” A beat. “Is it being sent ahead with your stuff to the house? Should I have been there waiting for it?”
“Nope!”
One of the kids shouts something that Kent can’t quite make out, but it makes Gig’s expression shift into something... shy? Which is, honestly, the last thing Kent expected from the other man.
Gig turns back to the kids. “Yeah, okay, hold on!” he tells them, and they burst into delighted laughter.
When Gig returns to face forward, Kent is again surprised, this time to see the hint of a blush on Gig’s cheeks.
He knows he’s blushing by this point. “What is it?”
“Hold out your hand.”
Kent does.
Gig takes it, then effortlessly twines their fingers together in a way that leaves Kent breathless. When he takes a step in to close the distance, Kent finds himself doing the same--joining him on the sand instead of maintaining the position on the walkway.
And then Gig’s other hand touches lightly to Kent’s chin, tilting his face up, so that he can lean down and leave a soft, gently kiss to Kent’s lips.
Behind him, the children cheer, and Kent can feel Gig’s lips curl into a smile against his own.
“I missed you,” Gig says, pulling Kent’s hand up to his cheek.
Kent doesn’t say anything. He just rises up to capture Gig’s lips in another kiss.
