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On the list of stupid, unexplainable things Javy has ever done, sneaking into a military hospital under the guise of being his best friends boyfriend was probably on the top of his list. It had happened so fast, so was it even really his fault that he lied about being Jake's boyfriend when he was under this much pressure? Who knew. Who cared. But still, thanks to some favours, a knowing look from Phoenix, and a plane ticket he didn't even know how much it cost, he was here.
As he softly creaks open the door to Jake's room, there's a moment of uncertainty. He doesn't know everything that happened. He knows Jake shot down a plane, got injured, and still made it back to the carrier. He knows there was a surgery. He lacks the rest of the story.
But he knows Jake. He loves Jake.
In return, he's met with a pale green pair of eyes staring up at him, his jaw agape in awe as Javy smiles at him sheepishly.
"You motherfucker."
Javy rushes forward, encasing Jake's warm and alive body in his own, his hands meeting every inch of skin and cloth to make sure he's really there. Jake laughs wetly, but there's no sense of misery or pain, just relief. He's not too sure if both of them are crying, or just him, but its a gold, shining testament to themselves that they won't let each other remain alone, no matter what divides them.
They stay like that for gd knows how long, until Jake decides his back is too uncomfortable and Javy rolls his eyes and shifts them around. Jake is nestled onto Javy's chest, his dirty blonde locks curled around the others fingers that caressing his hair and face. Javy smiles softly down at the man, small and strong, and lets out a peaceful sigh.
Opening one of hie eyelids, Jake's face mirrors his.
"You ever tell you that I love you, Machado?"
