This is from a prompt I got from my tumblr, Brohm-Hell. You can check me out on there if you want:3 It's just lot of BBS shipping and some stories I post/reblog.

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Bryce paced the area, his phone to his left on a chair as he chewed on his lip, nervous thoughts gnawing at his mind.

He had been waiting for 20 minutes now, and each second made it harder to comprehend what was happening.

Each step made him wonder if this was a good idea.

If he should really go through with this.

Sure, this had been set up for a while now, but Bryce never really thought they would go through with the plan.

He always thought something would come up, or one of them would get too scared or too busy.

Yet there he was, standing in the middle of the airport, overthinking like he usually did.

He took a deep breath, clearing his throat and looking out the window at the planes getting ready to take off, and his eyes landed on the ones letting people off.

He honed in on a certain plane, looking around for who he thought he was looking for.

But, without a picture to go by or much of a description, plus the darkness that was settling around the city, his searches were blind and pointless.

He sighed, his shoulders drooping as he stared at each person exiting the plane.

His being was filled with emotions, ready to explode out of him at any moment.

He was anxious, nervous, excited. Scared, confused, happy. He was a mix of good and bad, and he felt like he was going to throw up.

He needed a distraction. One that would last for as long as he needed it to.

But what could distract him at the moment? All his focus was on one thing-er-person:

Ohm.

And he was sure that he would continue to stress himself out until Ohm had arrived.

He couldn't help it, really. It's what he did. It was a nasty little habit that he made an effort to drop, but couldn't.

Be stressed himself out over the smallest things. Sometimes it was so bad where he couldn't even bring himself to order something at a restaurant, because he over thought things and began to worry if he was gonna have enough money or if he was pronouncing the name properly.

And even though he always had the right amount and always knew the name, he still stressed himself out over it, much like he was doing right now.

He sighed inwardly, setting himself down on a chair and grabbing his phone, scrolling through messages to try to distract himself.

But really, going through his messages with Ohm only made his stress level higher and his nervousness sky rocket through the roof.

He licked his lips absentmindedly (another habit of his), closing his eyes and taking in some calming breaths, urging himself to wait patiently and keep himself grounded.

Right now, Bryce wanted nothing more than to finally meet the love of his life. He wanted nothing more than to be able to hold him and make eye contact as they talked for hours.

But he also wanted to crawl in bed and forget about his whole thing, leave the nervous feelings behind and watch a movie.

But he was already at the airport, already waiting, already prepared (well, maybe not really prepared) for Ohm.

So he had to go through with this and he had to endure all of the emotions.

He didn't have a choice anymore. It's not like he could walk out now, he was already 90% through the whole thing.

A sudden voice interrupted his train of thought, and Bryce's breath caught in his throat, the voice doing things to his mind, his soul.

"Bryce?"

He looked around, eyes darting from person to person, trying to figure out who the voice belonged to.

He couldn't seem to find his own voice from the shock, excitement, and fear that was currently coursing through him, so he didn't respond, only looked around foolishly as people stared and whispered.

"Bryce, over here!"

Bryce followed the voice, looking to his left and noticing someone waving in the distance. They were smiling a small, nervous smile and they had their luggage down to the right, free hand holding the case and tapping on the top of it.

Bryce's eyes widened in excitement, and he shot up from his chair and rushed over, almost dropping his phone and completely forgetting about being calm, his emotions taking over.

The man before him had his arms outstretched, inviting Bryce in for the most bone-crushing hug he had ever had.

The 21 year old ran into the embrace, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and swallowing harshly, keeping himself from crying.

Bryce didn't mind the sudden contact, he welcomed it, really. Months. That's how long he had been waiting to hug this man before him, to feel him in his arms.

The moment was surreal. Never had he thought it would feel as good as this, as amazing. His hands tightened against Ryan's fabric and a small tear rolled down his cheek, but he smiled nonetheless.

Of course they were happy tears. He was ecstatic to finally get to see Ohm in real life. And he wanted this moment to last forever, or at least as long as possible.

Bryce let himself relax against Ohm, inhaling deeply, the scent of the calming cologne on the smaller man's form.

The blonde smiled. Even after being in a plane for a couple hours he still smelled good.

He inhaled again, swallowing the small lump in his throat and sniffling softly, finally realizing that this was real. This was happening.

Bryce couldn't bring himself to pull away. He was reveling in the moment as Ohm's hands grasped at his back, softly roaming over the back of his blue shirt, leaving comforting touches on the blue eyed male's body.

He was honestly surprised at how short the other male was, but he didn't care. It felt so good to be able to hug him, to feel his body against his own.

He could feel another tear make its way down his face, and he sniffled, smiling against Ohm's gray sweatshirt and using a finger to wipe away the random tear.

He felt Ohm pull back to look at him, a questioning look on his face as he spoke.

"Are you crying?"

Bryce wiped at his eyes, making sure there were no tears left and nodded, blushing a bit as he did so.

"I can't help it. I get emotional sometimes. Don't you?"

Ohm chuckled, looking down at his shoes before staring at Bryce, hazel eyes gleaming.

"Not like you. But you know what? It's cute."

"I-what?" Bryce stuttered, the pink hue on his face growing darker as Ohm laughed. He shoved his hands in his jeans' pockets, coaxing the blush away.

Ohm watched on, his own hands now in his sweatshirt's pockets as he continued to gaze up at Bryce.

"The whole 'crying because you're meeting me' thing. It's cute, Brycey."

Bryce's eyes widened a bit at the overly-used nickname, the blush not gone, but now down to a light pink.

He rolled his eyes, his voice light, keeping the tone soft and bubbly. Turning the conversation on the brunette.

"Are you gonna start calling me that outside of gaming now, too?"

Ohm shrugged, and it was then that Bryce noticed the bunny ears attached to the hood on his sweatshirt. He looked down at the unworn hood, not saying anything as Ohm talked.

"Maybe, maybe not. Depends on my mood."

Bryce nodded, pointing out the ears and chuckling after his words.

"I didn't know you were a furry."

Ohm rolled his eyes, looking behind himself to the ears, his smile a little bigger than when he first got there.

"Oh, shut up Bryce. I'm not a furry, I just liked the way it looked."

The soft blush tinted Ohm's cheeks as Bryce stared down at him, his hands coming up to rest on the taller' ships, tracing lazy circles on his clothed skin.

Bryce smiled softly, looking down at the other's hands before pulling him close, planting a small kiss on Ohm's forehead, earning himself a chuckle from the older male.

The laugh brought back memories, and Bryce couldn't wait to bring Ohm to his apartment and make a video with him.

Of course, Ohm would be out of the frame, but it would still be just as fun. The brunette had agreed to it prior to the trip, and he wanted Bryce to be happy, so he would do it.

Bryce became distracted by Ohm's height again, looking him up and down, not meaning to say anything about it, but not having much of a filter at the moment.

"I imagined you taller." Bryce blurted, surprised at his own words. He smiled sheepishly and looked down at Ohm, who was practically pouting, faking a hurt expression.

"That was a deep cut, Brycey." He said, his voice overly dramatic as he stepped out of Bryce's grasp, turning away from him and crossing his arms over his chest.

Bryce giggled a bit, quickly covering his mouth, embarrassed by the sudden reaction. He could see Ohm holding in his own laughter, and decided it was the perfect time to become playful.

Bryce wrapped his arms around Ohm's waist, lifting him up off the ground easily, listening to Ohm's protests.

"Bryce! Bryce, put me down, now!" Bryce began to carry him towards the exit, feeling one of Ohm's hands on his own, the other keeping a hold of the handle of his rolling suitcase, not caring about the tons of eyes that we're currently on them, no doubt confused.

"Bryce McQuaid! Set me down before I-" He couldn't finish, because Bryce's fingers brushed against his rib cage and he burst out into a fit of laughter from the touch.

Bryce made a confused face before grinning evilly, purposely brushing against the area again, listening as Ohm laughed, his body jerking to get away from the stimulating touch.

Bryce set him down, waiting for Ohm to face him, his arms now crossed as he watched the smaller male.

"I didn't know you were ticklish, Ohm." He smiled, his finger poking at the hazel eyed male's stomach in curiosity.

Ohm jerked back, a small blush covering his face, along with his hood, which he had pulled up, in hopes of covering up his embarrassment.

"Neither did I." He admitted, one arm around his front, protecting his stomach from Bryce's hands.

Bryce just laughed it off, looking around the airport, noticing the moon glowing outside one of the large windows and checking his watch.

10 PM.

He cursed under his breath, realizing they weren't going to be able to get home until about midnight, and that was without the traffic. It was much more likes they would get there by 1 AM.

He cleared his throat, staring out at the moon again, his words soft as he spoke.

"We're gonna have to leave soon if we wanna make it back before 3."

Ohm nodded, lifting his arms up and stretching a bit, leaving Bryce with an opportunity to find his ribs and assault them with feathery touches

"Bryce!" Ohm jumped back, a few chuckles escaping his throat. He narrowed his eyes at the blonde, but couldn't help the smile that creeped onto his features.

Bryce held his hands up in surrender, his eyes gleaming with happiness. Ohm huffed, rolling his eyes at the younger male but leaning forward so he could be a little closer.

The brunette lifted his head up a little bit and looked up into Bryce's eyes, smiling a small smile that made Bryce's heart weak.

He motioned for Bryce to lean down a little bit, but Bryce stood tall, teasing the shorter male with his height.

Ohm's smile turned into an annoyed expression and he sighed, eyes narrowing a bit at the taller male.

"Lean down so I can kiss you, idiot."

Bryce let out a small giggle, his eyes sparkling more than ever as he stared down at Ohm, eyebrows waggling as he wrapped an arm around the older's waist, hand resting on the small of his back.

He felt Ohm place a hand on his shoulder softly, and he shivered beneath the touch, voice holding a teasing tone.

"You wanna kiss me, Ohm?"

Ohm rolled his eyes, done with games. Within seconds, his other hand was on the collar of Bryce's shirt, pulling it, forcing the blonde to lean down and kiss him.

Bryce smiled against Ohm's lips, noticing the gentle way he kissed him, as if he was afraid the taller would reject him.

He let his lips coax more intensity from Ohm's, dragging the kiss out for a few extra seconds before pulling away smoothly, forehead pressing against the brunette's, half lidded eyes staring back at him.

Bryce stayed quiet for a few moments as he caught his breath, listening to Ohm's slightly labored breathing and noticing that the hood had fallen during the heated moment, He found himself smiling lightly at the observation.

Ohm swallowed, urging his voice to work, managing to get out a few words before going back to catching his breath and slowing his heart beat.

"I told you I wanted to kiss you."

Bryce nodded against him, pulling his head away and looking at his watch, smiling.

They had wasted 10 minutes between talking, laughing and kissing.

"Yeah, you did tell me. It's okay, I wanted to kiss you, too."

"I know."

He looked up from his watch to see Ohm smiling confidently, and he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped from his mouth.

Bryce watched as Ohm stood still for a moment, obviously thinking about something.

He cleared his throat, deciding that it was time for them to head back to his place. He didn't know if Ohm wanted to sleep in or not, but if he didn't, then it would be good for him to get at least a couple hours of sleep.

He looked down at the suitcase for a moment before speaking softly, not wanted to disrupt the brunette's thinking. "Are you ready to go, Ohm?"

They stood still for a minute or two, until Ohm finally spoke up, his voice somewhat small but still strong.

"It's Ryan."

"What?" Bryce asked, confusion flashing across his features before Ohm spoke again.

"My name. It's Ryan."

Bryce smiled. Ryan hadn't told him his real name because he wanted to do it in person, and the blonde had to admit, he thought it was a tad bit sweet that he was willing to wait just to see his reaction in person.

"Okay, Ryan," Bryce drawled out the syllables in his name, letting the name roll of his tongue seamlessly. "Are you ready to go?"

Ryan nodded, a small grin glued to his face as he listened to the way Bryce said his name, walking up next to the 21 year old, staying quiet while he thought about the days to come and how much fun the two of them would have.

Bryce had that smile still plastered on his face as they walked in a comfortable silence, and it only grew bigger when he felt fingers intertwining with his own, squeezing softly and roaming over his knuckles comfortably.

He glanced over at Ryan, noticing the content, relaxed look on his face and feeling his heart flutter a bit.

Here he was, not only had he got a kiss, but he was finally holding the love of his life.

Finally holding Ryan.

Finally holding Ohm.

And he was grateful for the opportunity. He never thought he would be walking out of an airport, hand in hand with Ryan, relationship strengthening as they continued moving.

He looked down at the brunette once again, lips placing a soft kiss on the top of his head, and he grinned as Ryan looked up, eyes sparkling and hand squeezing his own reassuringly.

This moment would stick with them for the rest of their lives, Bryce knew that, and by the look on Ohm's face, he knew that, too.