꒱ ♡ ₊˚‧long distance longing- a gaz x reader fic ‧˚₊♡꒱
despite being surrounded by his team and some new friends, despite celebrating a successful operation, he only wants you.
Contents: afab reader, lil bit of dirty talk, almost phone sex, takes place right after the events of MW2 (NOT canon compliant, 141 fucked off back to Mexico so they could chill with Alejandro and the rest of LV instead of the bar scene happening directly after the last mission, just go with it)
Word Count: 2.8k+
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You were halfway to being passed out. Your hand rested in the bowl of leftover Halloween candy, still clutching an empty wrapper. The movie you were no longer paying attention to droned on in the background. The living room was bathed a muted purple from the Halloween lights you hadn’t taken down yet and sleep sounded divine. But before you could truly drift off to sleep, your phone rang and your eyes snapped open.
It’s three a.m… Who in the fuck… With a tired groan, you grabbed your phone off of the coffee table and glared at the screen.
Under any other circumstance you would've cursed the name of the caller and ignored it, however your screen displayed the name of your roommate and best friend who you haven’t seen or heard from in a week now… Kyle.
Well, 'best friend with benefits' might be a more apt term for what your relationship turned into over the past year. You’ve known each other since your early teen years, so you and Kyle knew basically everything about each other. Your favorite foods and drinks, pet peeves and phobias, turn-ons and turn-offs… And over the years, your bond strengthened into something unbreakable, something that made living together feel like the most obvious choice for both of you.
It's been a week since he left for an important operation, and you could only assume it's over from the text he sent you yesterday with two photos. The first one was the view from a plane window, a sea of clouds just below the wing of the aircraft. The second made you smile since it was proof that Kyle was alive and well, a photo of him leaning back in his seat, his iconic blue hat missing and a tired smile on his face. The message attached read:
done and dusted, see you in a few days ✌🏿
And when you asked when he'd be back, his response was simply:
whenever we stop celebrating lol I'll let you know, headed back to Mexico for a couple of days
Right... Mexico. He mentioned something about assisting the Special Forces there. You figured that he'd probably just enjoy himself and forget to call, maybe hook up with someone or multiple someones... Which would mean hooking up with someone other than you for the first time in probably a year or two... Which is fine since you're not exclusive.
It wouldn't feel right to let him go to voicemail and you did miss hearing his voice, so you answered the call on the third ring.
"What's up, Ky?" You tried to sound nonchalant and not like you were dying to hear his voice... Even if the anticipation was killing you now.
There were voices on the other end before someone shushed the voices... The voices quieted down ever so slightly before Kyle's voice came through clearly.
"Hey, wasn't sure if you were even awake," he said, and you could just hear the smile in his voice. You could imagine it as clear as day, but you wanted to actually see it more than anything. "So, have you completely lost your mind to loneliness yet? Has my absence driven you mad?"
You snorted softly and stood from the couch, placed the bowl of candy on the coffee table before you began to pace a bit. "Oh yeah, I couldn't take it," you mused sarcastically, a soft chuckle followed your words. "So I invited some of the neighbors over, told them to bring anyone and everyone that they knew... The house is trashed."
"Oh yeah? Did you invite... What's that cabrón's name again? Caden, Haden..." He teased, laughing when you muttered 'fuck off' quietly.
"Aiden, and why are you still hung up on him? I have him blocked, like, everywhere." You rolled your eyes and paced to the windows, turning the purple lights off. As much as you hated reminders of your shitty ex, Kyle hated him even more. "And cabrón...?"
"I'm 'still hung up' on that pendejo because he made you cry... And he stole my leftovers that one time. But hey, I trust that you didn't invite that thing over again." Voices faded in the background and returned occasionally, which probably meant that Kyle was pacing too, avoiding bumping into his mates. "Anyway, the Colonel promised to teach me some Mexican curse words. I was just putting them to good use."
"So what I'm hearing is that your new buddies are bad influences? That's it, get your ass back home now, Garrick." Your teasing got another laugh out of Kyle, so you doubled down. "I mean it, tell your little friends that you gotta go, you're in big trouble."
"Oh, am I now?" He asked, his voice dropped slightly. Something dangerously close to the sultry purr he used whenever you two were in bed. "You got a punishment in mind for me when I get back?"
"I might... Why, do you want to hear what I'd do to you? Because I have some ideas." Your pacing led you down the hall and right to the space between yours and Kyle's doors. You stopped between them, shifting on your feet slightly... Contemplating.
The line went quiet for a moment, save for the muffled overlap of voices. Kyle's voice joined them as the voices grew closer, and you caught "room" and "privacy".
"Oh, you need some alone time with tu chica?" Teased a voice you didn't recognize, but it was the first voice you could actually make out. A raspy, accented voice that might've belonged to the colonel. "Upstairs, second room on the left... Don't make a mess, comprendido?" Snickers and a few "ooooh"'s followed his remark.
"Understood, Al," he said, sounding like he was trying not to laugh himself. "Gracias, hermano."
As other voices told Kyle to get some rest and ribbed him, and you made up your mind. Instead of going into your own bedroom, you wandered into the room right next to yours.
Your bedrooms had become basically interchangeable since you started hooking up, but the distinction remained. Personal items and clothes in your respective rooms, the more neat setup of his room versus your organized mess. Though more than anything, Kyle's room still smelled like him. It was getting fainter by the day but it still lingered. His bed was still made, though there were some wrinkles and the blanket was slightly askew from when you flopped onto it after the trick-or-treaters stopped coming to the door.
A door clicked shut on the other end and Kyle spoke up once again. "Sorry about that, I didn't need the guys overhearing," he said as you crossed over to his bed. "Where were we, then? You were going to tell me what you'd do if I was there?"
A snort of a laugh left you as you shook your head slightly in disbelief. You were kidding, just teasing him... Probably. Honestly, there were a few times where jokes and teasing turned into something more with you two. It was a paper thin line and you couldn't even tell if he was serious now.
"Maybe I didn't have anything planned," you said as you settled on his bed. "What're you doing right now? Or what were you doing... Did you eat, have something to drink? You should probably go back to the guys."
"Listen, I love the guys but I think I've had enough for tonight," he replied, and a quiet creak followed his words. "Had a few shots, the colonel made a killer carne asada and taught me some things..."
"Bad influence," you muttered.
"Shh, he's educating me just in case," Kyle said, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. "And the asada was good, but... I think there's something else I'd rather eat." The sinful purr was back in his voice, and a familiar heat began to spread through you.
You decided to play dumb as you laid back against his pillows. "Oh yeah...? Maybe you should go back downstairs, see if they have anything for dessert."
"Mm-mm, no... They don't have what I want," he took a deep breath and you heard another shift. "What're you doing right now?"
"I figured that the couch wasn't a good place to fall asleep, so I'm just lying in bed now," you said as you rested your free hand on your stomach. "Your bed... Hope you don't mind."
"Fuck, of course you are..." Kyle said with an amused huff. "And I bet you're wearing my clothes too, right?"
"You know me too well, Kyle."
You gazed down at your hand, which rested against the fabric of one of his old shirts... One that he didn't wash before leaving for the operation. Your scent was slowly replacing his, but it still lingered enough for you to still wear it.
"It's the dark blue tee, the one you got from the aquarium and said you wouldn't be caught dead wearing in public." Which was true, he relegated the shirt to be a pajama top due to the goofy, cartoonish shark on the front.
"Yeah? It always looked better on you anyway," he teased. "What else... Did you steal my pajama pants too?"
"Nope. No pants..." You could hear his breath hitch slightly, so you decided to give him a bit more. Slowly, your hand crept further down to the hem of the oversized shirt. "Just my panties, the black ones with the lace trim..." As you spoke in a sultry voice that was just above a whisper, your fingers slid over the lacy waistband in question.
"Fucking love those ones... Easy to just pull them to the side," he said in a strained voice, and the tormented tone of his words made heat bloom between your legs. "I wish I was there so I could..."
He trailed off, and your fingers made slow circles over your clothed sex. You were hanging on his every word just like you always had. Even if he was talking about the most mundane thing... You just loved his voice. Even more so when he was about to tell you what he'd do to you.
"Could... Fuck me? Taste me? Make me scream your name?" You prompted, a sigh left you as you applied some pressure to your most sensitive part. "Tell me, Kyle."
There was another moment of hesitation before Kyle let out a long exhale. Your hand froze completely, because that didn't sound like a breathless sigh of arousal. He sounded tired, maybe even frustrated as he finally spoke.
"Honestly... If I was there right now, if I walked into my bedroom and saw you on my bed in my clothes I'd..." Kyle said in the same low voice from before, there was no longer a suggestive purr present. You heard in real time as it vanished from his words. He huffed out a laugh, though there was no humor to it. Was he nervous? "Uh... Neverm-- Look, I think I'm just tired and not thinking straight. What would you want me to do...?"
Those were not the confident words that he usually used in these situations, he sounded unsure and it bothered you to your core. Your brow furrowed slightly as you sat up, the hand that was once between your legs instead rested on the bed. Idly, your fingers rubbed against his blanket.
"Hey... What's on your mind, Ky?"
"Nothin--"
"And don't say 'nothing', because that's bullshit," you swiftly interjected. "Just talk to me. We don't have to... We don't have to make it a sex thing if you're not feeling it right now."
There was a sound on the other end that sounded like sheets rustling, or like something just flopped down onto something soft. "Okay... If I was there, you know what I'd really do right now?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "I'd just wanna hold you. I would hold you and not let go, I'd put my head on your chest just to hear your heartbeat."
There was heat blooming inside of you once again, but it was unlike heat from before. Something softer yet more intense, fluttering in your stomach and a jump in your pulse. As much as Kyle turned you on, he did an excellent job of making you question what you truly saw him as at times.
"Is it because of the mission...?" You knew that sometimes he'd come home unable to relay too much, but you knew when he needed space and tenderness instead of what you two normally did.
For a moment his voice was muffled, as if he was scrubbing a hand down his face... Or burying it into a pillow. "A lot of shit happened and I just need to touch you to know we're both alive. But I've wanted to do that for a while, I've wanted to just fall asleep with you in my arms."
"You've done that before, though," you reminded him. Whenever you two hooked up, it ended with spooning or just lying in bed together. He's absolutely held you while you both slept before.
"No, I mean just holding you. No sex beforehand, nothing like that," he explained quietly. "I miss you, you know...? I always do, but lately it's just been... Fuck, it's been getting worse and I don't know what to do."
Your heart ached for him, and you knew exactly how he felt. It had been a year since your last exclusive partner (goddamn Aiden)... And probably two years for him. Most of his dates were one-offs and he never slept with any of them. Part of you cheered for that fact, and you always felt weird about it... Maybe a little guilty for wanting him for yourself. But you two... You're not exclusive, you never discussed being exclusive. Just BFWB, just roommates, just the closest two people could be without being in love.
But what if you... What if he... Oh. It was a realization you might've already had a while ago, but snuffed out and forced yourself to forget whenever it reared it's head.
The possibility of you being in love with Kyle was very real, and you knew it was more than a possibility.
Kyle was seemingly collecting himself on his end, and you took a deep breath before talking again.
"Alright, if you were here right now... Do you know what I'd do?" You asked softly.
"Huh...?"
"I'd let you hold me for as long as you want to," you began, shifting slightly on the bed so you could fully lie down with your head on his pillow, letting what was left of his faint scent fill your senses. "And while you were resting on my chest, I'd cradle your head and kiss your forehead. Keep you there 'till we both fell asleep."
A soft, muffled laugh came through and you smiled softly. That was the kind of laugh you wanted to hear. "Oh, yeah? God, tell me more..." His voice was that of a tired but happy man.
"I'd let you spoon me... I'd spoon you if you wanted me to," you said with a soft chuckle. "And we'd fall asleep to an old, corny horror movie since you weren't here for Halloween..."
"That's it... I'm telling the lads that I have to go first thing in the morning." Despite the laugh that followed his words, you could tell he was pretty serious. "I need all of that as soon as possible, you have no idea."
"I need it too, babe," you said before realizing what you said exactly. Babe? You never called him that, and he definitely noticed because he inhaled sharply. "Kyle... Ky, I mean..."
"Nope. New plan," he said, and the sound of fabric shifting told you that he probably sat up suddenly. "I'm telling them now and seeing if Al can get me a flight over..."
"Kyle! No, no, you lie back down and get some rest!" You laughed, rolling onto your side. "I mean it... You need sleep. I'll be here when you get home, I'm not going anywhere."
"...Promise?" He asked as he stopped moving.
"I swear... I'll be at the airport for you, then we can do everything we talked about when we get back home. Alright?"
"Alright... Fine," he agreed as he laid back down, sounding like he rolled onto his side too. "But could you just stay on the line...? Talk to me until we both pass the fuck out, just talk about whatever."
"Alright... So, I didn't actually host a party... Pretty sure you figured that out," you began before delving into the neighborhood gossip that he missed, everything that happened at your job since he left, and the events of Halloween night.
You talked until his breathing evened out, and you kept talking until you couldn't anymore. His breathing lulled you into the best sleep you had since he left, and you just knew that it'd be even better when you could physically be in each other's arms.
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