Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

57) Todd (first bit NSFW)

Jesus H. Christ, since when has his self-control been this low? He's always prided himself on it, for God's sake, but it all seems to have left him for some distant island state somewhere in that endless water through the plane window or something. He sits still in his airplane seat as Ian fumbles around with the hoody, folding it and pushing it to one side. He's so turned on after doing that to Ian, after the beautiful way he started pulsing, after watching his face so intently as it so clearly focused on showing nothing, that he could come in his jeans right now just picturing it and that would be a seriously bad idea. 
He sits, grunts softly, tries to let it go, tries to think of something, anything else. But oh, Ian was so beautiful. His dick throbs in his jeans, and that's when he knows he'll have to do something about this. He looks to his right side, where Ian is glancing coyly at him with shiny eyes. Will he simply say he needs to go toilet and play it off like that? The second he wonders it he already knows he can't. Ian's the real deal. He can't lie by omission like that. He suppresses another groan as the waves lap at his feet, he bites his cheeks to stop his breath from speeding up. He'll have to do this, there's no other way. No matter how stupid he'll look. So he turns to Ian and grins shyly. 
"Imma have to go to the restroom." he admits, knowing full well that Ian will be able to fill in the blanks just fine. 
"Of course, Toddy." Ian smiles. "See you in a minute."
He doesn't look like he minds. He looks like he understands. God, how he wishes he could wait for later like a normal person, but then he sees Ian's tortured face from earlier again in his mind's eye and the waves almost overtake him. So he gets up quickly and makes his way over to the toilets before anyone can see what he's hiding. 
His hand is yanking at his fly the second he closes the door behind him. He sits down on the closed seat and opens his jeans quickly, grabbing some toilet paper with his left hand as his right hand is already moving up and down. He closes his eyes and allows the delicious images back in. 
His hand, around Ian, moving up and down like it is again now. Ian's eyes, scrunching shut in sweet agony. He bites his tongue and manages not to scream as the orgasm comes and eats him whole, wringing him out, sucking him dry. 

"Fuck." he whispers as he comes out of it, quickly checking he's done no damage anywhere. 
Of course not. He's a pro at this. And he has to laugh, now that the tension is gone, at how silly it all is, and how beautiful it all is at the same time. He gets up as everything relaxes inside of him. He can pee now, so he does, now that he's here, and checks himself in the dull mirror. Bright eyes, red cheeks, but nothing anyone would see. He washes his hands quickly and he's already out. 
"So, how is your friend the cello? Ready for his juice?" 
That waitress has appeared and her eyes fly up and down him. He almost laughs. 
Yeah, lady, you can check me out now. I'm just glad you didn't do it five minutes ago. 
"I don't know, I don't think he holds his liquor very well." he quips back, and she giggles again, just like earlier. 
"Shame."

He doesn't know what he's facing, to be honest, as he sits back down, but Ian looks at him with eyes shining with love and takes his hand. 
"Better?" he asks.
"Um, yeah. Feel pretty silly, though."
Watching Ian's eyebrows rise in surprise makes him feel better. 
"Silly? Wow. Here I was feeling proud that I'd made you feel that way."
The soft words take Todd aback. 
"I... wow, I guess I hadn't seen it that way."
Ian leans over so he can whisper in his ear. 
"In my mind I was with you."
Todd stares at him for a long moment. 
"I love you so much." he says then. "So much."
"Good." Ian tells him. "I love you too. I've never felt this relaxed on a plane, ever."
"You don't like flying, huh?" Todd states calmly, hiding his suprise at Ian's sudden honesty. He knows he's probably pushing it, but surely, after all this, it's okay to ask?
"No." Ian says. "But it's better with you here. I could get used to this."
Todd laughs. 
"I don't know if we should push our luck like that too many times."
Ian shrugs. 
"Maybe. But just so you know, with you I'm always up for pushing my luck."