Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

4) Ian (NSFW)

Will Todd realise what he's doing? Ian has no idea, but he needs to do this, he needs this right now, after the hours on the plane, pretending to be asleep, playing cards, all the while trying his hardest to stay soft. After the taxi ride, squashed up against Todd so tight, his hand touching his thigh, because where else was it going to go? He hasn't even locked the door completely before he's yanking himself out of his trousers.
Oh, God, finally. He tugs, and tugs, feeling the waves coming, waxing, waning. And he tries, as always, to think about anything but Todd. He leans his head against the cool white tile for a moment, his hand going up and down fast, his breath speeding up.
Oh, fuck, he's so close now, he needs to move or he'll soil the wall. He lets himself go reluctantly, opens the toilet seat and sits down, takes a wad of toilet paper in his left hand.
Oh, yeah, he's a real hero, isn't he? Sitting here, with the guy he adores on the other side of a flimsy wooden door, wanking into some tissues. But yet, the waves are glorious, and the long build up he has had to this is only making it more intense. He grits his teeth as he pulls, and pulls, and his orgasm comes and takes him away for a moment, to a place where everything is better.
"Fuck..." he whispers as he pulses into the toilet paper, as he relaxes, and leans back for a moment.
He doesn't have long, though, because Todd will start wondering what the hell he's doing, so he stands up, flushes the wad and washes his hands. Glittery eyes in a pale, pale face stare back at him from the mirror underneath the sink.
Will Todd know what he's just done? Surely not? He plasters a smile on his face and leaves the space.

"So, you like the room?" he asks Todd in what he hopes are neutral tones. Todd is lying on the bed, his hands under his head, looking like divinity personified. Does he know how absolutely gorgeous he is? He could get anyone, male or female. Like the girl at the panini stand, who was clearly ogling him, back in the airport in Brisbane.
He can't blame her.
"I do! It's nice, right? Was the bathroom clean?"
"Er, yeah." he says quickly and sits down on the other bed. "You tired?"
"Nah, I slept enough on the plane. Hungry, though."
Ian smiles and remembers the scene in the hallway.
"Nice of you to give them the time though."
Todd shrugs.
"Of course."
Todd gets up and stares out through a window that looks out over the street below.
"It's cool, right?" he says pensively and Ian smiles again.
"Very cool."

They sit in silence for a bit until Ian takes out his viola and puts his hotel mute on. Look, he's obviously the weak link, here, and the last thing he needs is to fuck up in front of Eddy's conductor friend John. He practises a bit, playing some scales, getting his fingers warmed up again, relaxing a bit as he does so.
He knows not everyone likes scales, but he loves them. They are soothing, predictable, reliable. They tell him the world still exists, and he's still in it, and everything is still in its place. He breathes deeply as he finishes the last one and quickly runs through the first bit of the Dvorak. He knows it by heart, by know. He needs to do well.
"Shall we see if they're ready?" Todd asks softly, and he nods and puts his precious instrument in its case.
"Yes, absolutely." he says as he zips it up. "I'm starving. Lead the way."