GyllenHolland: Chaos Walking

Mile High Club

Tom and Jake sat in the back row of the plane. Since they booked last minute tickets, they couldn't fly first class. Meaning they had no privacy. But, only around twenty five people were boarding the flight to the U.K., so it wasn't that bad.

Tom had his laptop sitting on his legs, reading over his script for Chaos Walking. Filming might not start back up until a few months from now, but there was nothing wrong with getting in a little more practice.

Jake looked at his watch, willing time to move faster. It hasn't even been twenty minutes yet and his bottom was already sore. "How long will this flight take?" He whinily asked.

Tom shrugged. "Probably bout three hours."

He let out a long groan. He turned his head to him. "I wish you'd just relax." He said, seeing that he was studying his lines. "You deserve a few months off anyways."

"Yeah but I don't want to go back looking like a dumbass cause I didn't rehearse while quarantining."

Jake groaned again. He slowly closed the lid of his computer. "You'll be fine." He kissed him on the cheek. "Just relax."

Tom rolled his eyes. He knew Jake was right about him needing to chill out more, but he just didn't want to feel lazy. He breathed out, leaning his head back against the cushiony headboard. "Are you nervous to meet my family?"

He shook his head. "I've had endless phone calls with your parents before, and your brothers are basically like a younger version of you." He laughed. "I should be fine."

Tom jerked his head to the side to look at his boyfriend. "My parents? What have you been talking to them about?"

Jake chuckled. "Nothing really. Your dad's pretty funny, and your mom has great planting advice."

He let out a tiny laugh. "Yeah, she's a plant freak." He intertwined their hands together. He never realized how much smaller his hand was in Jake's.
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An hour or so passed, and the world seemed to have stopped moving. Flying always sucked, mainly because time seemed to move slower while in the air.

Tom took the courtesy of occupying the window seat. He liked looking at the puffy clouds, and the blue sky. He found it odd he was seeing birds up this high in the sky though, but he wasn't complaining. Everything about experiences like this reminded him that he was alive, and that things can get better.

He laid his head on Jake's shoulder. He let his eyes fall shut, allowing his eyebrows to lay still. He took a deep breath, as his mind began to wander to delightful places.

The first thing that came to his thoughts were all the good times he's had in the past. Anything from family memories, to getting drunk with friends. He reminisced over how amazing he felt those days, smiling to himself as he recalled the funny shit that was said.

His mind began to drift farther. This time it drifted to Jake. He thought about that first day on set together, and how nervous he was. And how amazing it felt when they first kissed, despite him getting pissed about it afterwards.

A smile calmly appeared. He eventually began thinking about their first time having sex on a plane. He laughed to himself, realizing how ultimately stupid that was. But it was so fun.

He felt a warming erection beginning to build up in his shorts. "Jake." He said.

Jake turned towards him. "Yeah babe?"

Tom smiled and placed his hand on his private area. He began massaging it in a circular motion. He slid his hand underneath his waist band, beginning to palm his raw member.

Jake smirked at him, letting out a small groan. He pulled up his arm rest so he could lean over to kiss him. He pressed their lips together, but opened his eyes once he realized anyone could record what they were doing. He pulled away from the kiss.