Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

56) Ian (NSFW (really only the first bit))

Ian cannot believe this is happening, but it is. Todd's hand is on him, in his sweats, pushing him higher and higher. He opens his feverish eyes to check he's still safe, but he knows Todd wouldn't let him go this far if there were people around. When Todd moves his sweats down and he feels the fabric of Todd's hoody against himself he's in heaven. 
He needs to be neutral, needs to keep his face normal, in case someone does come by. His eyes are closed, as if he's sleeping, he hopes. Oh, God, he's so close now, he can feel the orgasm just at the perimetre of his system. Todd moves his hand, up, down, so skilled, so skilled, and he's falling already, grabbing the edges of the seat, keeping his face in check as he rides out one of the best orgasms ever, that seems to go on and on. 
"Oh my God." he says as he comes down from it to find Todd handing him a tissue with waggly eyebrows. How does the guy always know exactly what to have handy? He's so in control, so skilled at everything he does, it wows him. He takes the tissue with a shy smile and quickly cleans himself up under the hoody, then puts his clothes back in place. 
Oh God, he's feeling so good right now. Things are still tingling, just a little, and his breath is slowing down. He's literally and figuratively on top of the world. He's omnipotent. 
Who can hurt you when your boyfriend has just done that to you, on an airplane? He leans over to Todd and kisses him chastely, but Todd's having none of it, his tongue is insistant, and although they only kiss for seconds, he can feel his hunger. He can see it too, when he glances down and sees the bulge of his gorgeous dick, fully extended in his jeans. 
Jesus, they're so in the open here. How can he...  But before he can even articulate that thought Todd shakes his head. 
"It's okay." he whispers. "It's harder with jeans not to be seen. My turn will be tonight. In my... erm... the bedroom. Um. Yeah."

Ian sits for a long moment as he tries to place that comment and tries to play the bit of awkwardness on Todd's face as he said it. It's very stupid, but he hadn't even thought about bedrooms. How can he tell Todd that he doesn't particularly like his bedroom at the apartment? That it's been too cold in there, too full of ghosts, too lonely? And he's not even sure what Todd means. 
The bedroom? Does he mean... he wants to share? 
He can't ask him if that's what he meant though. No way. Nor can he tell him how much he would love to share his bedroom. Not to be alone anymore at night, staring up at the ceiling? Looking at Todd's lovely shape instead? Making love to him in a space that's theirs? He can't think of anything better. 
He keeps an eye on Todd, and God, how he wishes he could return the favour his love just did him, because he can tell he is suffering. He's still fully hard, he knows that, he can see that, and he's sighing a bit here and there. But Todd has said no. That stands. He sits quietly, wondering what to do, but then Todd looks up at him, all bashfully. 
"Imma have to go to the restroom." he says helplessly, and his eyes are saying sorry, his eyes are imploring. So Ian smiles, reassuringly he hopes.
"Of course, Toddy. I'll see you in a minute." 

He sees him walking off awkwardly, and he knows full well that that is because he's walking with a boner that he doesn't want anyone else to see. It's... wait, why does that make him proud? He sits back and waits. Look. He would risk it all, follow him, press himself into the restroom with him, go down on him, but it's bright day. And Todd has said no, he'll wait. There's no way he would ever go against his no. So instead he sits back in his seat, closes his eyes and pictures himself in the toilet, right there by his love's side.