#flenny

[candycadetstan]

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[itsflake]

Gone Just For A While

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Pairing: Flenny (Flake/Kenny)

He had always hated touring, but this time it was even worse. Not only that his bandmates were still somewhat upset at him for temporarily leaving, no, he also had to leave someone behind. The others had always complained about missing their loved ones, their wives and children, and Flake had always been glad to don't have anyone. Touring was the only time he was actually glad he was so lonely. But now things had changed. Now he had a husband. And he loved him more than anything. Not that he had told him already. He kind of had the feeling his darling would not do too well with such a statement.

Now he was standing on the airport, holding Kenny's hand, his chin resting on the other's blond hair. „Don't wanna leave...“ he complained for what felt like the thousanth time, but he knew it was no use. „Can I take you jacket?“ He finally asked, tugging on that worn out orange thing his husband still insisted on wearing. He should probably force him to let Flake buy him a new one at some point. „I wanna cuddle with it...“ He whined about a bit, finally managing to get it off his husband. Then their call came and he sighed, wrapping his long arms around the smaller male's waist, kissing him deeply. „Promise we can Skype every day?“ he murmured, wiping at those stupid tears in his eyes. „I'll miss you... so much...“ He swallowed thickly, then kissed him again and forced himself to walk away before he could actually start crying. He looked back only once they were out of hearing range, waving at his husband. „I love you...“ he mumbled, then sighed and went to dig out his ticket.

The next weeks were horror for him. He skyped with Kenny every day, and even manage to text him in between. He tried to distract himself when he didn't have to rehearse or be on stage, he went on trips, took photos, wandered about, collecting little presents for his husband. And whenever he was talking to him, he tried to pretend that everything was alright, that he was having a good time although he missed Kenny. But that wasn't the truth. He never told him about the nightmares, about the horrible visions of his husband being kidnapped, tortured, torn apart, dying, being abused in any way possible. Kenny leaving him. Kenny dying. Kenny killing himself. Kenny being kidnapped again. Kenny being raped. Kenny being burned alive in his house. Kenny drowning. Kenny being run over by a car. Kenny being shoved off a bridge. He barely slept those nights, lying awake for hours on end, staring at his phone, just waiting for the next message of his husband, telling him he was alive and okay, that he still wanted to be with him. He hated touring, he really did. He was in different timezones nearly every day, always needing to readjust. He felt so damn homesick, he just wanted to have his husband back in his arms. He had never thought he would need someone this bad, need someone to calm him down, to enable him to sleep. He was counting down the days and nights, getting more impatient the closer their meeting came. He really wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around that blond guy and kiss him and never let him go again.

About two days before they would go home, he was just so close to a breakdown. He needed his husband, he couldn't go on without him. Going on stage was a torture, and he didn't even care that he messed up quite a bit. He didn't care at all anymore. He just needed Kenny. That night, he broke down crying in front of the camera, and confessed it all to his husband. How he was barely sleeping, having nightmares all the time, how he was just desparate to see him again. He reached out, touching the screen. „Kenny...“ he whimpered. „I miss you so much... I want to come back to you“ he sobbed, his hand tightening around the jacket that didn't smell of his husband at all anymore after how much he had cuddled it and carried it around. He was worse than a baby, really. Not that he minded. He cried a long time that night, craving his husband's arms around him, craving to be in their own bed, holding him tight, keeping him safe, knowing that he was still there. He nearly made himself sick with how much he was crying, and for a moment he was prepared to just get up and take a flight home, screwing the band over once more. He had never been this homesick in all his life. Eventually, he ended up crying himself to sleep though, curled up in a nasty hotel bed, staring at his husband's image on his screen until he fell asleep, begging Kenny to not hang up. He didn't want to wake up all alone again.

And really, when he woke the next day, he was graced with the sight of his husband in their bed, cuddled up with the blankets and fast asleep. He leaned in and gently kissed the screen, running a hand over it. „I love you“ he whispered, sure that Kenny wouldn't hear him. The other male only woke up as Flake was having his breakfast, and talking to him again calmed him down a great deal. Maybe he would be able to make it. It were only two more days, after all.. Those turned out to be the two longest days in his life, in the end. He talked to Kenny whenever he could, getting more and more impatient. He just didn't want to anymore. He needed to go home. This was wearing him out too much.

Two days later, he was the first one in the plane despite the fact that he had a real phobia when it came to flying. But for his Kenny, he would jump over his shadow and manage not to make a fuss. They wouldn't crash, would they? He forced himself not to think about it and proudly texted his husband that he was now in the plane. He wiggled about until they took off, clenching his eyes shut then and focusing on his breathing. It was only two hours or so, but Flake could have sworn those were the longest two hours he had ever been through. No matter where he looked or what he tried to think about, within three seconds his thoughts were back with Kenny. What if he didn't come to the airport? Or if he had an accident on the way? What if he decided he was better off without Flake?

Once the plane landed, there was nothing that could keep Flake from jumping right off and racing to the bands where their suitcases would come. He hated how long it always took. Precious time that he could be spending with his husband. He was pretty sure none of his bandmates had ever seen him this impatient, he almost screamed at the suitcases that came first and weren't his. When they finally came, he shakily grabbed them, and without even telling his bandmates goodbye, he left, making his way towards the exit as fast as he could. The first person he saw was a bandmate's wife, then someone's son. Dammit, he didn't need those. He wiggled his way through them without really acknowledging him. He only had one person in mind.

His breath hitched when he finally saw him, standing in the back, his blond hair as messy as ever. Immediately, Flake started crying again, tears of joy this time. He had come. He had come to see Flake, to pick him up and take him home. He wanted to be with him, right? „KENNY!“ he called, not caring that about half the airport turned to look at him. He dropped his suitcases on the spot and ran towards his husband, wrapping him up in his arms and picking him up, sobbing happily and he pressed their lips together, smooching his husband. „Kenny...“he whispered, holding him tight and in his arms, loving how he seemed to wrap himself around Flake. „Kenny...“ He felt like he couldn't say anything else right now, but he didn't care. He had his Kenny back, that was all that cared. His darling, his husband, the one that mattered most to him. The man he loved. „Kenny...“ He whispered again, not setting him down as he made his way back to his suitcases. Screw those, he only needed Kenny. „I missed you so much“ he whispered into his ear, sniffling softly. „I thought I'd die of loneliness without you... I missed you so much... so damn much...“ He felt his husband shiver a bit and quickly picked up his own jacket that lay scattered on the ground along with his luggage, wrapping it around his beloved one's shoulders. „Thank you“ he whispered, not really knowing what he was thanking him for. Thank you for coming? For not leaving me? For being yourself? For existing? „I'm so glad I'm back home with you...“ he murmured. „Can we just... go home and cuddle?“ he asked, clinging to him tightly. He neede to pick up his things, but he didn't want to let go at all. „I just... I need you close now... I need you with me... I need to feel that you're here with me.“ I love you, Kenny. I love you so much I would go to the end of the world and back for you. I love you so much I would give up on everything in my life for you. I love you so much that the thing that once was my life is now only annoying and keeping me away from you. I love you so much that I cried for two months on end because I missed you so much. I love you so much I want to spend all my life with you. I love you so much I want to marry you. Oh wait, we're already married. I love you so much I would marry you over and over again because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and only you. You're the most important person in my life, Kenny, you're so important that you're the only one in my life now. I love you. I really do. I hope you can feel it. Maybe one day I will be able to tell you... And maybe you will understand just how much you mean to me. „I missed you, Kenny“ he whimpered again, carefully setting him down, still holding on tightly to his hand. „I missed you a lot... I missed you so much. So. Damn. Much. I never want to go through that again...“ he murmured, wrapping his arms around him again and kissing him again. „You're my life, Kenny.“

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