Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

55) Todd (last bit just slightly NSFW)

Todd sits back and tries to relax as Taiwan disappears behind them. Water. Nothing but water again, basically forever. He hopes he'll sleep a bit, pass the time. But first on his order of business is making sure that Ian is okay, because even though he shut him down with a smile, just now, he is fully aware that Ian is on edge. Restless. 
Is he also worried about being back? Does he maybe need to do something that affirms... them? He glances around. At the moment stewardesses are everywhere, making sure overhead lockers are safe, that people get drinks and anything else they need. There will be food, too, in a few hours. Surely it'll be quiet before then? The row of seats in front of them is empty, and Brett and Eddy are behind them. He turns around to check, then grins when he sees that they're already asleep. 
Figures. 
He smiles kindly at the stewardess when she comes to their row and asks them if they want anything to drink. 
"I'll have a coke, and my friend here would like a juice." He points at the cello case beside him with a deadpan stare and watches as the stewardess' bland smile spreads out to a real one. 
"Apple or orange?" she asks the case, then giggles. 
Todd relents and laughs too. 
It's always good to put them at ease. Especially when you're planning to do things that are technically illegal. 

Ian orders a coke as well and they sit for a while, sipping their drinks, looking out over endless water. But Todd is not really looking at the water at all, because by now he has put his hand on Ian's thigh and is squeezing gently, his thumb rubbing in circles, higher and higher until Ian's breath hitches. His eyes shoot to his and regard him soberly, but with a hint of fire. Todd glances down and smiles when he sees Ian expanding in his sweats. It's a glorious sight.
"No?" he whispers.
Ian's eyes widen infinitesimally. He sees him glance around him, checking that the stewardesses are all gone. 
They are. Todd's checked too.
"Yes." he whispers then. 
Oh, Ian. Good boy. 
"Todd?" Ian asks, lowering his voice more, although who is going to hear him? 
"Yes, baby?"
"Are you... have you... you have, right?"
Oh, damn every time he's told his best friend about his conquests. Ian knows, of course, about his tryst with that guy in the airplane bathroom. Fuck it sideways.
"Never with someone I loved." he whispers back. 
He grabs beside him, behind the cello case, and takes the hoody he took off earlier, placing it over Ian's lap. Then he reaches into his backpack and takes out a packet of tissues. It won't do to have Ian walking around with a wet spot all day. He puts his left ankle on his right knee so no passer-by will be able to see his own tent. Not that anybody is looking. His right hand is venturing under the hoody now, and he runs his fingers over Ian's length over his sweats. Ian closes his eyes and moans softly. One more glance, making sure nobody is around, and his hand slips into Ian's sweats and grabs him. They should easily get away with this, and it will make Ian feel good. Relaxed. It'll make him join that stupid mile high club, erasing something else that's inequal between them. And although he knows very well that he himself will have to sit there and wait for his excitement to fade on its own, he doesn't care. This is for Ian.
He swallows quickly, because his mouth is suddenly dry. Another glance around to check and his hand is moving up, and down, while his left hand has a tissue at the ready, but shit, how can he get it to the right place without being too obvious? Ian's breath is speeding up and he'll come soon, Todd knows that very well, but there's no way, not without moving the hoody, which is definitely not an option right now. So Todd checks again and then pulls Ian's sweats down slightly so only the hoody covers him. 
He doesn't care, he doesn't need the hoody. He just needs to Ian's face light up, needs to see it scrunch up, needs to feel him as he comes into his hand.