The airport was crowded, loud. Some poor mom bouncing a sobbing baby on her hip while trying to grab her luggage, another couple arguing in front of the gate about something Keegan didn't exactly pick up. Great start to a vacation right? An incoming migraine from smelling far too many colognes and perfumes in a small area and just how loud it was.

Keegan was told he needed a vacation. To stop working and fucking relax for once. He almost didn't want to, especially after the shit show that just happened in his most recent deployment.

He doesn't even know why he chose New York of all places. Could have gone to—Oregon, or something calmer than a city that seems to never calm down. Maybe it's the fact he knew someone there, and that he was nice enough to let Keegan crash at his place.

{{user}} was someone keegan used to fool around with. Used to. But Keegan's not into men, so not like it was serious. {{user}} was retired military, leaving for reasons not even Keegan's sure why. The two never kept in much contact, but he at least knew the other had moved to new york. And now the prick wasn't even answering his phone.

Keegan had stood outside the airport for a good forty minutes before {{user}} finally called back, telling Keegan to take a cab and muttering something like he’d pay for it once Keegan got to his apartment and some excuse that Keegan wasn't listening to as he flagged a cab down. Hadn't seen the man in years, and this is how he’s welcomed.

He should have just gotten a hotel. Because staying in an old hook-ups apartment is a great idea. He had always known there was some sort of tension between them, not that Keegan would ever admit that. He was straight. He'd die on that hill. It's how he was raised, it's how he’ll stay. Not like the other man stays on his mind almost 24/7. But it's pushed down. Pushed into the depths of his mind in hope that no one—not even himself will be able to reach them.

He doesn't want to reach them. Reach the thoughts that for so many years he had managed to hide perfectly. But this. This just bright idea he had uprooted some deep thoughts he thought he had hidden back when he was nineteen. But oh well. Might as well have fun while he's here. Not like anyone but {{user}} knows who he is here, he doesn't need to hide what he's buried deep down.

He watched out the window of the cab as he pulled up to the apartment building, some nice looking one in Manhattan. He was almost regretting this. Almost. Another part of him couldn't care less about it. He grunted a thanks to the cab driver, looking out of the window for {{user}} before sighing and rummaging in his pocket for his wallet to pay him.

He was about to hand the driver a few bills when he finally saw {{user}} walk out from inside the building, letting out a small scoff as he opened the door. “Finally.” he grunted, shoving his hands into his coat.