Chapter 50

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It had been seven months since James left for France, and now he was waiting at the airport arrival area for Kenneth. He'd been standing behind the bar for the past two hours. He had gotten up from bed this morning with the thought of picking Kenneth being the only thing floating in his mind. He'd left home without much thought put into his outfit, and that's why he stood out in his loose sweater shirt and ripped jeans. Kenneth's plane had landed ten minutes ago so it might take a while before he was cleared from immigration and got his bags.

James scrolled through his phone as he waited, but his eyes would flicker towards the door whenever someone with dark hair walked into the arrival area. James bit his lip, moving towards the door a bit. He was becoming impatient and couldn't wait for Kenneth to come out.

James' heart flipped in his chest when Kenneth finally walked into the arrival area. They had been talking through phone calls, texts, and video chats for the past seven months, but it was different from being physically close to each other. Kenneth smiled when their eyes met, raising his hand up before waving at James. James waved back, watching as Ken walked over with his trolley.

"Hey—" Kenneth said when he stopped in front of James. He tried to play it cool, but his heartbeat was flooding his ears and he was tongue-tied. He looked down at the tiled floor, chuckling a bit before he looked at James again.

"So..." he trailed, trying not to make a fool of himself this time. "You look great," he told James, making the man raise a brow in disbelief, sighing before he let out a laugh. James felt that he looked anything but great in his faded jeans and worn-out sweater shirt.

"Thanks," James said anyway before looking Kenneth over. The man was in plain dark jeans and a flannel shirt. "You look great too," James said, earning a small smile from Ken. The two looked at each other in silence for a while, both not knowing where to start with their words or what to do. There was a tension that was both emotional and sexual in nature. Someone could chip at it with a knife if they wanted to.

It had been seven months.

Seven months.

They both couldn't believe it had been that long.

"We should be going," James said, pulling his eyes away. Someone had to do it. If James had waited for Kenneth to look away first, they would be standing there all day. He took the arm of the trolley away from Ken, and they both walked out of the airport building and into its parking lot.

"Leonardo and Al are in France right now, right?"

"Yes," James said, answering Kenneth's question. The weather was cool and the sound of the trolley's wheels moving against the concrete ground filled the empty parking lot. Not many planes landed in the morning.

"Can we meet them?"

"Sure, but Al's on tour now, maybe next month." Their conversation continued, and James couldn't help the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Kenneth sounded so different on the phone. He missed his voice so much.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you. I heard you on the radio!" Kenneth said with a level of enthusiasm that made James raise a brow at him.

"So...?"

"So? You told me you were joining a band!"

"I did. I'm currently in one," James replied with a confused look. Kenneth groaned like the man was being intentionally obtuse.

"No, I mean, you didn't tell me it was a jazz band," Kenneth said, making James roll his eyes. The annoying snobby part of Kenneth was raising its head again, and so early in the morning.

"So, what about jazz?" James asked, humoring Ken as they both unloaded the trolley and put Kenneth's luggage in the trunk of James' car.

"You uncultured swine. You idiot—" the rest of Kenneth's teasing words were lost in the laughter of them both. The two hopped into the car and James started the engine. He turned on the heater before adjusting the driver's mirror. He was getting ready to drive out when he shrunk away in shock when he noticed Kenneth was leaning into him after he tried to look up from the wheel.

"I missed you," Kenneth's words were low, and his eyes were void of the playfulness they had before. They were filled with something else — wanting and lust. James didn't even know when he let out a small gasp until it had slipped through his lips. Kenneth smiled, closing the distance between them. He pressed his lips on James' thinner ones, pushing strands of the man's hair back before taking a hold of his pale freckled face. Kenneth used his free hand to feel for the engine's key. He turned the car off before bringing the and up to steady James' face as their lips moved together. Their tongues touched, gently stroking the other and causing each other to let out low sighs and moans.

It felt warm. It was cold only moments before. James had even turned on the heater, but now their bodies were burning up, but it was evident that they couldn't do everything they want to in the tight space of the small car. They pulled away, both red-faced and cloudy-eyed. Kenneth let out a nervous laugh, and James chuckled too, looking away from the man he had been kissing only seconds before.

"You know..." Kenneth trailed when James turned on the car's engine again. "I was afraid things would change. That they would be different—" he paused, looking at James with a soft look as he bit his bottom lip. "They have, but for the better don't you think?" Kenneth asked, and James nodded as his smile widened. He knew what Kenneth meant. They had been like two high schoolers waiting to jump each other's bones. Distance really fostered want and fondness.

James drove out of the parking lot and into the main road, and soon he was in a casual conversation with Kenneth. They talked about their careers, music, their friends, and how the last few months had been. It felt good to catch up in person.

As James drove them through the highways and streets of France Kenneth realized he had been afraid for nothing. The time spent apart had only tested their relationship and made it stronger.

If this wasn't a sign that they were meant to be, he didn't know what was.

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