Two Weeks In Hawaii

Day One

"This isn't what I had in mind," Ryan muttered under his breath, laying his head against the small glass window, arms folded tightly over his chest. Spencer's grand idea to help Ryan was to actually go to Hawaii for two weeks and cash in the honeymoon tickets. That meant Ryan had to ask for another week off, he hadn't told them he wasn't actually married, and he had to stay in the hotel he was supposed to stay with Pete in. Ryan didn't have a choice though; Spencer basically dragged him to the shower and packed his bags while he bathed. At least Spencer and Jon took the seats meant for Pete and Ryan; the trip paid for but never really given an absolute date. Ryan had to buy his own ticket though.

He sat next to a quiet boy with shaggy brown hair and extremely long legs. Ryan was glad the man was more involved in his music than Ryan because Ryan was definitely not in the mood for socializing. It was bad enough he had to listen to a baby a few rows up and feel the occasional kick from a bratty child behind him who fought his mother about buckling up. Ryan just bit his lip and stared out the window at the world which was tinted from his sunglasses, debating tightening the scarf around his neck to choke himself to death. He really needed a few more, less spontaneous, friends.

The flight attendant gestured around as the pilot spoke, showing them how to properly wear the oxygen mask should a problem arise during the flight. Ryan could care less if the plane went spiraling down because at least the panicked screams from the passengers would take his mind off Pete. When the blond flight attendant was done flashing her perfect smile and dainty movements, she went to take a seat as the plane slowly began to move. Ryan watched his surroundings slowly begin to blur since he wasn't focusing on anything in particular, imagining Pete laying, forcibly of course, on the runway for the plane to run over. Him and his boy toy; Patrick, was it?

"I hate flying," The once silent man said with a nervous laugh. Ryan rolled his eyes, cursing whoever it was up beyond those clouds that had it in for him. "What about you?"

"Not a hobby," Ryan bluntly answered, head still resting on the window.

"Helps if you have someone to talk to," The man said. "Someone pretty." Ryan sighed and raised his hand, flashing the little gold band around his finger to the man. Yes, it's a bit pathetic for him to still be wearing it when he was practically left at the altar, but it helps with people who try to hit on him. "That's cool. I technically have a boyfriend."

"Technically?" Ryan dropped his arms and turned his head towards the man who was smiling, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Aren't you either taken or single?

"It's a complex relationship," The man said, his voice hitching a bit as the wheels started to leave the ground. Ryan saw his fingers clasp the handles and yeah, he really didn't like flying. "Gabe, that's his name, is my boyfriend but he does shit with other people when I'm away." The man shrugged.

"And you're ok with that?" Ryan's other eyebrow rose to meet the other, the white rimmed sunglasses sliding down a bit to reveal the top of his brown eyes.

"Sure," He shrugged again. "We're only human and he's got needs, you know. I do stuff with other people when I'm out too. But in the end, we always have each other to come back to." The man looked to the gray seat in front of him, a smile on his lips. "What I do with Gabe is loving, caring, and makes me feel like we're the only two people in the world. With everyone else, it's just releasing sexual tension."

"Yeah," Ryan mumbled, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Name's William, by the way," The man looked back to Ryan and stuck his hand out. "But most people call me Will or Bill or sometimes Bilvy."

"Uh...Ryan," he said, hesitantly placing his hand in Will's. He wished Will/Bill/Bilvy would just go back to his music, turning his head back to the window and watching everything gradually get smaller.