First Class Action

Vulnerability

Gavin opened his eyes, still tired from the past couple of hours. He looked up at the small window. It was bright outside. They'd definitely be landing soon. No announcement had gone out, at least none that he knew of, but they had to be coming up on Paris. His chest dropped at the thought. He sighed as he shuffled back into Nines' warm embrace. It seemed he was still sleeping as he hummed and nuzzled closer, burying his face in his shirt. It was so rare for him to wake up like this. Usually, he'd be fucked into the mattress and then they'd leave. Or he'd leave. Or they were gone before he woke up. Sometimes they didn't come home at all. They'd just fuck him into the nearest semi-public surface and leave him there.

Nines was different. He was tender. Gentle. He'd taken the time to make him feel good. He'd taken care of him afterwards. He hadn't left. He was still there. Holding him. Nuzzling him. Treating him like he was worth a damn. It felt nice. Being held. It didn't happen often. Gavin reached down slowly and rested his hand on top of Nines'. His arm was loosely hooked over his waist, hand resting against his pelvis. Nines felt it on some level. Gavin's breath caught as Nines' fingers parted to capture his own between, holding his hand. No one held his hand.

Gavin bit his lip as sadness swelled in his chest. The flight would end within the hour. Nines wasn't getting on the next plane. He didn't live in Detroit anymore. He lived somewhere in Europe. This was a one-time deal. He was just a quick fuck he'd picked up at the airport. Nines had fucked countless other people like this. He wasn't special. This didn't mean anything to him. They'd part ways in Paris and he'd never see him again. Gavin held his breath as he felt his eyes tearing up. I'll never see him again after today...I'll never see him again...Phck...Gavin curled over as he felt his shoulders quivering. He didn't want to wake Nines up. He didn't want him to see.

He used his free hand to cover his mouth, stifling the silent sobs. He didn't want to breathe too loudly lest he wake Nines. He couldn't let him see him like this. It would be humiliating. I'm thirty-six! Why the phck am I crying like a phcking five-year-old? This wasn't the first one-night stand he'd had. Nines wasn't the only guy to give him good sex. He'd find someone else. Nines wasn't special. Just because he'd had dinner with him. Just because he'd listened. Just because he'd been attentive. Just because he'd taken it slow. Just because he'd cleaned him up afterwards. Just because he'd stayed. It didn't mean he was special.

That just made Gavin cry more. The thought of the flight ending, of Nines leaving, made the tears flow faster. His breaths were short and shuddering. The little gasps were getting louder. Phck! Don't-wake-up-don't-wake-up-don't-wake-up! The mantra was continuous as his body trembled. Trying to stay still seemed to make him quiver more. He kept his eyes tightly shut. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks. His throat was starting to ache from the silent sobs. He opened his mouth and took in a wet breath, sniffling pathetically. He still couldn't believe he was crying over not seeing Nines again. I only met the guy yesterday! He felt worse as the body behind him moved. That somehow made his crying worse.

It seemed Nines didn't understand what was happening at first. The hand on his pelvis tightened, pulling him closer. Gavin resisted the pull, knowing Nines would know once he felt him shaking. He held his breath, but couldn't stop the trembling of his shoulders as he sobbed. He felt a gentle sigh brush the back of his neck as Nines leaned closer. Lips caressed his neck with gentle kisses. The tenderness made him even more sad. He wouldn't feel it again after the plane landed. The thought made him quietly sob his breath out. Hot tears spilled down his cheeks. He swallowed and sniffled. His throat ached.

Nines stiffened. He knows! Gavin cringed and curled up even more, pressing his face into the pillow as he felt Nines' hand on his shoulder. He'd pushed himself up and leaned over to get a look at his face. Gavin leaned over even further as Nines tried to peel him away from the damp pillow. Gavin felt even worse as Nines settled over his back and started kissing his neck and shoulder, soothing his waist and hip with a gentle hand. Phcking great! Now Nines would think it was his fault. He'd think he'd done something wrong. That he'd made him cry. Gavin felt even more pathetic as he sobbed into the pillow.