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writetomyheart2019-09-27 01:05 am
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[team three] Tension in the Air
I'm sorry that this is so rushed and late and bleh, but I didn't want to skip!
Long haul flights are hardly Taiga’s idea of ‘a fun trip’ but he’s been assured that it will be worth it when they get there. There, apparently, is New York City, and thirteen hours is the longest flight he’s ever taken but yeah, maybe it will be worth it when they get there. His company could be worse, that’s for sure.
“You really don’t like flying do you?” Shirota says with a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. He looks stunning, casually elegant in his plain white shirt and grey blazer, flute of champagne rising to his lips in time to hide the way they widen in a real smile as his eyes roll fondly.
The look makes Taiga blush, it might be the look anyway, it might just be that he’s got at least another twelve hours seated beside Shirota Yuu, and complimentary champagne. He wishes he didn’t hate flying so much. “I’m not scared” he feels compelled to explain. “It’s the difference in pressure...it makes me feel...”
“Sick?” Shirota asks, the smile making way for concern.
Taiga shakes his head, it’s not nausea exactly “Tense.”
The concern transitions just as quickly into intrigue. “You must have some kind of relaxation method...something to help you feel less tense?”
“Yeah, but it’s hardly something I can do right now...not unless I want to be banned from flying with Japan Airlines.” Taiga admits without really thinking – maybe the complimentary champagne isn’t such a good thing.
Good thing or not, it’s something, something to distract him from the awkward silence that’s fallen over them. After minutes that feel like hours, Shirota breaks it, his voice quiet, strangely serious. “There’s a bathroom...”
Taiga almost chokes on his next sip of champagne, his eyes widening in surprise at Shirota but his expression remains serious. The champagne is definitely not a good idea, he decides in retrospect, as he blurts out bluntly. “Are you suggesting I go jerk off in an Aeroplane bathroom?”
Shirota shrugs but that serious expression is still there. “If it will help you relax for the rest of the flight...”
He doesn’t know what to say. Shirota Yuu is suggesting he goes and jerks off in an Aeroplane bathroom, and there are so many things wrong with that thought. The way heat flares briefly in his cheeks before migrating rapidly south says there’s something kind of right about it too though. For the longest time he doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, just feels the thrumming in his skin, moving lower as he watches arousal play in Shirota’s eyes.
Without a word he places his flute glass into the holder between them and gets up from his seat.
He’s not going to jerk off, he reassures himself as he locks the bathroom door behind him, he just needs some space, some time to think. And yet all he can think about is Shirota’s expression, the fervour in his eyes betraying his collected expression. He could almost imagine Shirota wanted him to do it.
With teeth sinking into his lip, he grips the edge of the basin. What if Shirota thinks that’s why he came in here? What if Shirota is picturing it? What if he’s getting excited himself thinking of Taiga masturbating just metres away, in a public bathroom.
His hips grind of their own volition, digging his awakening erection into the smooth porcelain and it helps, it does, and he lets out a small breathy gasp before giving in and moving his hand down to unfasten his jeans.
It helps, only there are voices outside, the stewardess walking by, the clink of bottles on her cart. And he finds himself flagging just as he’s working up a rhythm.
It’s partly that now he’s started, he needs to find release, it’s partly that. But its partly that he can picture the smug expression on Shirota’s face as he sinks back into his seat, just as tense as he left it, and frustrated now to boot.
He takes a few slow breaths to ground himself, to focus through the rising heat and irritation. It’s quiet outside the bathroom now, and he takes another long, deep breath, before resuming stroking.
The damage is done though, the sensations from his fist not quite enough to push him past the distraction, and the frustration and the champagne don’t help, but Taiga is nothing if not stubborn. With a triumphant huff he pushes down his jeans and boxers before he has chance to think better of it, and he sides one foot out of his sneaker to loose it from his clothes and prop it up on the toilet seat.
He hadn’t planned this far ahead, but thankfully there’s had lotion provided, of course there is, because Shirota insisted on flying business class. Shirota, just the thought of him has Taiga flushing, how long has he been gone? What is running through Shirota’s mind? When Taiga finally slides back into his seat, flushed and sated, less tense, will Shirota dart along to the bathroom himself?
It’s to that thought that he spreads the hand lotion over his fingers, to the thought of Shirota’s hand wrapped around his own cock that he slides his fingers inside. It’s to the thought of Shirota spewing out a string of Spanish curses that he pushes back, fucking himself on his fingers in a fucking Aeroplane bathroom.
There’s a quiet knocking on the door and Taiga freezes, a moan dying in his throat as his erection, back in full force, throbs at the thought of being caught.
“Taiga?” Shirota’s voice pierces through the door. “Is everything alright?” He tries to answer, but all that comes out is a whine as his body clenches, forcing his fingers to brush against his prostate. “Do you need some help?”
The noise that leaves him this time is all moan, his head spinning at the thought because was Shirota offering…
He doesn’t know what to do, his insides are screaming at him to keep moving and his brain is screaming at him to open the door. And it’s all so much and Shirota’s quiet voice is calling his name through the door again.
He leans over a little to reach the lock on the door, his head till spinning and his fingers hesitating for just a moment before turning the lock. He doesn’t open the door, just holds his breath for the few short seconds it take for the it to crack open and for Shirota to slide inside.
Time stops. The plane might well have fallen from the sky because everything is still save for Taiga’s pounding heart as Shirota looks at him wide eyed, leaning over the counter, one leg propped against the toilet seat, with his fingers still inside himself.
Everything whirs back into motion with a string of words from Shirota’s mouth, most of which Taiga doesn’t recognise, and the fulfilment of his fantasy has his hips pushing back once more against his hand. “Fuck.” he does manage to catch, along with words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘want you’. And Taiga is already moaning even before Shirota has slid up behind him, fingers fluttering over the place Taiga’s disappear. Then his next moan comes out choked as one of Shirota's fingers slides in beside them.
It all becomes a blur as his own fingers leave him, Shirota's replacing them, filling him up, one by one, stretching him wide. And then Shirota’s other hand is in his hair, tugging, pulling his head up and Taiga gasps as he realises there’s a mirror spanning the wall in front of them.
He feels the way his insides clench around Shirota's fingers as his eyes take in his slack-jawed expression, his straining erection, the tendrils of pre-cum trailing from it to the counter beneath him. He clenches again, harder, as his line of sight moves up, to Shirota’s face, eyes half-lidded, lip tucked between his teeth.
It doesn’t take long after that, his gaze remaining locked on Shirota’s until his eyes are forced closed with the building pressure. There’s a few moments of breathless desperation as he teeters on the edge before finally falling with one last well aimed thrust, pushing him, untouched, into the sweetest oblivion.
When he eventually sinks back into himself, it’s to the feeling of hot fluid spurting over his exposed ass. He hums contentedly as the fingers that must have only recently vacated his body, slide through the cooling mess, smearing it down into the cleft of his ass, to press back inside with a low moan.
“I should clean up.” he finds himself murmuring even as he presses back into the touch.
When he returns to his seat a few minutes later, instead of his flute of champagne he finds a cup of coffee. Shirota is looking elegant as ever, sipping from his own cup, a small smile playing on his lips. “Wouldn’t want you getting sleepy.” he purrs. “We still have nearly eleven hours to go.”
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Long haul flights are hardly Taiga’s idea of ‘a fun trip’ but he’s been assured that it will be worth it when they get there. There, apparently, is New York City, and thirteen hours is the longest flight he’s ever taken but yeah, maybe it will be worth it when they get there. His company could be worse, that’s for sure.
“You really don’t like flying do you?” Shirota says with a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. He looks stunning, casually elegant in his plain white shirt and grey blazer, flute of champagne rising to his lips in time to hide the way they widen in a real smile as his eyes roll fondly.
The look makes Taiga blush, it might be the look anyway, it might just be that he’s got at least another twelve hours seated beside Shirota Yuu, and complimentary champagne. He wishes he didn’t hate flying so much. “I’m not scared” he feels compelled to explain. “It’s the difference in pressure...it makes me feel...”
“Sick?” Shirota asks, the smile making way for concern.
Taiga shakes his head, it’s not nausea exactly “Tense.”
The concern transitions just as quickly into intrigue. “You must have some kind of relaxation method...something to help you feel less tense?”
“Yeah, but it’s hardly something I can do right now...not unless I want to be banned from flying with Japan Airlines.” Taiga admits without really thinking – maybe the complimentary champagne isn’t such a good thing.
Good thing or not, it’s something, something to distract him from the awkward silence that’s fallen over them. After minutes that feel like hours, Shirota breaks it, his voice quiet, strangely serious. “There’s a bathroom...”
Taiga almost chokes on his next sip of champagne, his eyes widening in surprise at Shirota but his expression remains serious. The champagne is definitely not a good idea, he decides in retrospect, as he blurts out bluntly. “Are you suggesting I go jerk off in an Aeroplane bathroom?”
Shirota shrugs but that serious expression is still there. “If it will help you relax for the rest of the flight...”
He doesn’t know what to say. Shirota Yuu is suggesting he goes and jerks off in an Aeroplane bathroom, and there are so many things wrong with that thought. The way heat flares briefly in his cheeks before migrating rapidly south says there’s something kind of right about it too though. For the longest time he doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, just feels the thrumming in his skin, moving lower as he watches arousal play in Shirota’s eyes.
Without a word he places his flute glass into the holder between them and gets up from his seat.
He’s not going to jerk off, he reassures himself as he locks the bathroom door behind him, he just needs some space, some time to think. And yet all he can think about is Shirota’s expression, the fervour in his eyes betraying his collected expression. He could almost imagine Shirota wanted him to do it.
With teeth sinking into his lip, he grips the edge of the basin. What if Shirota thinks that’s why he came in here? What if Shirota is picturing it? What if he’s getting excited himself thinking of Taiga masturbating just metres away, in a public bathroom.
His hips grind of their own volition, digging his awakening erection into the smooth porcelain and it helps, it does, and he lets out a small breathy gasp before giving in and moving his hand down to unfasten his jeans.
It helps, only there are voices outside, the stewardess walking by, the clink of bottles on her cart. And he finds himself flagging just as he’s working up a rhythm.
It’s partly that now he’s started, he needs to find release, it’s partly that. But its partly that he can picture the smug expression on Shirota’s face as he sinks back into his seat, just as tense as he left it, and frustrated now to boot.
He takes a few slow breaths to ground himself, to focus through the rising heat and irritation. It’s quiet outside the bathroom now, and he takes another long, deep breath, before resuming stroking.
The damage is done though, the sensations from his fist not quite enough to push him past the distraction, and the frustration and the champagne don’t help, but Taiga is nothing if not stubborn. With a triumphant huff he pushes down his jeans and boxers before he has chance to think better of it, and he sides one foot out of his sneaker to loose it from his clothes and prop it up on the toilet seat.
He hadn’t planned this far ahead, but thankfully there’s had lotion provided, of course there is, because Shirota insisted on flying business class. Shirota, just the thought of him has Taiga flushing, how long has he been gone? What is running through Shirota’s mind? When Taiga finally slides back into his seat, flushed and sated, less tense, will Shirota dart along to the bathroom himself?
It’s to that thought that he spreads the hand lotion over his fingers, to the thought of Shirota’s hand wrapped around his own cock that he slides his fingers inside. It’s to the thought of Shirota spewing out a string of Spanish curses that he pushes back, fucking himself on his fingers in a fucking Aeroplane bathroom.
There’s a quiet knocking on the door and Taiga freezes, a moan dying in his throat as his erection, back in full force, throbs at the thought of being caught.
“Taiga?” Shirota’s voice pierces through the door. “Is everything alright?” He tries to answer, but all that comes out is a whine as his body clenches, forcing his fingers to brush against his prostate. “Do you need some help?”
The noise that leaves him this time is all moan, his head spinning at the thought because was Shirota offering…
He doesn’t know what to do, his insides are screaming at him to keep moving and his brain is screaming at him to open the door. And it’s all so much and Shirota’s quiet voice is calling his name through the door again.
He leans over a little to reach the lock on the door, his head till spinning and his fingers hesitating for just a moment before turning the lock. He doesn’t open the door, just holds his breath for the few short seconds it take for the it to crack open and for Shirota to slide inside.
Time stops. The plane might well have fallen from the sky because everything is still save for Taiga’s pounding heart as Shirota looks at him wide eyed, leaning over the counter, one leg propped against the toilet seat, with his fingers still inside himself.
Everything whirs back into motion with a string of words from Shirota’s mouth, most of which Taiga doesn’t recognise, and the fulfilment of his fantasy has his hips pushing back once more against his hand. “Fuck.” he does manage to catch, along with words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘want you’. And Taiga is already moaning even before Shirota has slid up behind him, fingers fluttering over the place Taiga’s disappear. Then his next moan comes out choked as one of Shirota's fingers slides in beside them.
It all becomes a blur as his own fingers leave him, Shirota's replacing them, filling him up, one by one, stretching him wide. And then Shirota’s other hand is in his hair, tugging, pulling his head up and Taiga gasps as he realises there’s a mirror spanning the wall in front of them.
He feels the way his insides clench around Shirota's fingers as his eyes take in his slack-jawed expression, his straining erection, the tendrils of pre-cum trailing from it to the counter beneath him. He clenches again, harder, as his line of sight moves up, to Shirota’s face, eyes half-lidded, lip tucked between his teeth.
It doesn’t take long after that, his gaze remaining locked on Shirota’s until his eyes are forced closed with the building pressure. There’s a few moments of breathless desperation as he teeters on the edge before finally falling with one last well aimed thrust, pushing him, untouched, into the sweetest oblivion.
When he eventually sinks back into himself, it’s to the feeling of hot fluid spurting over his exposed ass. He hums contentedly as the fingers that must have only recently vacated his body, slide through the cooling mess, smearing it down into the cleft of his ass, to press back inside with a low moan.
“I should clean up.” he finds himself murmuring even as he presses back into the touch.
When he returns to his seat a few minutes later, instead of his flute of champagne he finds a cup of coffee. Shirota is looking elegant as ever, sipping from his own cup, a small smile playing on his lips. “Wouldn’t want you getting sleepy.” he purrs. “We still have nearly eleven hours to go.”
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