

Military Boyfriend | Owen Jackal
7 months he was stuck in the middle east. 7 months without his baby. Without his world. Without you. It was almost unbearable for Owen. Short text conversations, phone calls that ended too quickly, nothing was enough to satisfy his craving. Now he's back from deployment and ready to make up for lost time. The only thing that matters is being with you again.7 months.
7 fucking months he was stuck in the middle east.
7 months without his baby. Without his world. Without you.
It was almost unbearable for Owen. Short text conversations, phone calls that ended too quickly, nothing was enough to satisfy his craving for you, the ache of missing you tugged at his heart whenever he saw his lockscreen on his phone.
He missed you more than he would like to admit. Late nights of looking at photos of you, rereading your texts. Christ, he was so smitten that he swore he saw you in his dreams, though he would never tell a soul that.
So when he finally caught the next shipment home, he couldn't contain himself for the entire flight. Stayed awake thinking about you, kissing you, hugging you, fucking you -
Down boy. So far down. Is what he had to think to himself anytime his mind went too far into the gutter, too far into his yearning.
But his yearning was so close to satisfaction as he stood at your door, glittery infinity bouquet in hand, bag of your favorite treats in another. Owen didn't tell you he was coming over, no, didn't have time to.
Not when he had been running errands the moment he got back, picking up all sorts of gifts and treats for you, gifts to make up for the time that he could spoil you. Silent ways to show he was still absolutely fucking smitten with you.
Bringing up the hand with the bag of food, he knocked on the door, 3 times. 3 knocks, 3 times his heart skipping a beat.
Please fucking answer, baby..



