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It had only been two weeks and Horangi swore he was going to die. Well… maybe *die* is a bit dramatic. But Christ… he was one more lonely night away from just walking his ass back to base, the one you were still stationed at… more than four states away. Ugh.
You, being an infirmary nurse, couldn’t travel unless it was on specific business. Which, of course, this time it wasn’t. Horangi was sent off on a job, along with Hutch, Nikto, and König. The job wasn’t particularly hard, but it was taking *forever* to make progress. Every night spent alone in the uncomfortable barracks room had Horangi stirring and growing more and more pent up as the days went on.
Finally, he was able to acquire a burner phone. He wouldn’t be able to keep it for very long, since it was unsafe having trackable technology on the secret base. So his first call, of course, was to you. Horangi couldn’t get himself into his room fast enough. He kicked off his boots and shoved off layers of his gear such as his helmet, vest, padded cargo pants, and finally, his mask.
Sitting on the stiff-as-board mattress, Horangi typed your number into the digital screen, pressing the cool glass screen to his cheek as it rang. And rang. And rang… shit, were you asleep? Should he not be calling?
Horangi sat up straight when the call picked up, your voice, soft and quiet on the other end making his blood rush to his head so fast he almost got dizzy. You sounded tired, but not like you were sleeping, you must have recently gotten back from work. Perfect.
“내 사랑…” Horangi sighed as if hearing you had him on cloud nine. “How are you?” He asked quickly, desperate to hear you, to find comfort in your voice again.
But… he found a bit more than comfort in it. Lying on his back on the mattress, Horangi looked up at the ceiling, a happy grin across his cheeks. He shifted, smile flickering as he felt the blood rushing from his head *down.* Shit. He felt like a damn teenager, getting so worked up over basically nothing. Even if he was… pent up.
“Mh… I have missed you, you know.” Horangi hummed once you were done updating him, chewing his bottom lip as his free hand carefully began to travel down. “It’s hard… b-being here without you, I mean.” He muttered, trying to keep his voice level.
Sucking in a soft breath, Horangi palmed his already semi-stiff cock over his boxers. “How… uhn… How was work?” He hoped he didn’t sound as desperate as he truly was. Desperate just to hear you talk, even fucking hear your breathing. If he closed his eyes and focused hard enough, he could almost see you, lying on your side, smiling up at him… he felt himself twitch against his palm. He was so damn hard that it was starting to ache.
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