“I don’t know, but Gul’s got it down, so he can show you in San Fran.”
“Great.”
Frank came in and handed Ty a wrapped package, “Eat that on the way to the airport,” he instructed before turning to the group. “Transport’s here everyone, time to hit the road.”
Ty tucked his take-out breakfast away and turned to Tony, who was looking a little sheepish.
“Did you really think saying goodbye here would be better?”
Tony rolled his eyes. “I thought I was less likely to make a fool of myself in front of everyone. And anyway, we spent six hours last night, saying goodbye.”
Ty sighed and cupped Tony’s face, softly kissing the ever so slightly trembling lips. “I’ll see you in a week, Baby.”
Tony nodded.
“Love you.”
“Love you too,” Tony whispered.
“Talk to you later.”
Tony nodded again. Pressing his lips together.
“Jesus, Ty. Say goodbye properly,” Gul suggested. Before everyone dumped their bags and started clapping and yelling, “Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.”
Tony laughed, and then gasped, as Ty grabbed him and bent him backwards. Giving him a very thorough, very romantic, fucking hot kiss.
Despite both of them going uncomfortably hard, they were both laughing when Ty let Tony up.
“Think that’ll hold ya?” Ty asked, bending to pick up his case.
“Phone sex. Tonight.” Tony demanded breathlessly and made everyone laugh.
Ty was still grinning when the bus pulled away, and he blew his last kiss through the dirty window.
Just one week.