Coffee Over Tea // Mavin

Chapter Nine

a/n: im from england and i dont live there so ive made this exact trip by myself like a thousand times like gav has here, so i wrote him as the way i felt when i was going there!! it was a bit difficult to write michael for this though :00 votes n comments are really appreciated !! thank u

Michael felt much less adventurous as soon as he stepped onto the plane. Gavin was holding his hand, but he suddenly felt like he was going to fall over. He had never been keen on planes, so he had always avoided getting on them at all costs, leaving him driving up and down the country whenever he wanted to go somewhere.

"Gav... Gavin," he tried to get his boyfriend's attention, but he was trying to find their seats. He shook his arm. "Gavin. I'm gonna be sick."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Gavin said as he turned to face his boyfriend, suddenly filled with concern.

"I don't know. I haven't been on a plane in years. I feel weird."

"Uh, um, Okay, so..." Gavin panicked, not knowing what to do with a sick Michael. He looked around him frantically. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he looked for it.

"I think I'm okay for now. Just... don't get up or anything until we're in the air, yeah?" Michael moved his hand from his stomach and slid into his seat. He had the window seat, which was better, although there was an empty seat next to Gavin. Both of them secretly hoped that nobody would sit there.

That wish was soon thrown out of the window, though, as a family of five struggled down the aisle. A small, tired-looking woman and four, excited-looking children. The woman placed a young child in the seat beside Gavin, who immediately turned to Michael as they shared a look of utter shock and horror. The child looked about five years old, six at most. The rest of the family sat in the middle row, with four seats. Gavin put his head in his hands as the child reached out for his mother, about to cry at any second. The plane hadn't even started yet.

The seats filled up before too long, and Michael got a little more scared. What if something went wrong with the plane with all of these people on it? His hands began shaking, but Gavin placed his hand over Michael's.

"Don't be scared, boi! The flight isn't that long. We'll be there soon, promise."

"How long is this flight?" Michael asked. He hadn't actually checked how long the flight was, even through all of the planning that he had to do.

"Nine hours."

"Are you fucking shitting me?" The ginger's voice was raised a little bit. He had expected it to be about four hours, and it was more than double that. Several angry faces turned to look at him, and Gavin quickly apologised to them all on his behalf.

"Michael, we are literally sat next to a small child," Gav frowned, "It's okay, it flies by. I've made this trip a million times. Watch a film, have a nap, and we'll be there before you know it, okay?" He pressed a quick kiss to his forehead and took his hand.

They managed to survive the safety procedures- Gavin was genuinely close to falling asleep just from listening to the droning voice of the captain through the speakers- and explored the features of the tablets attached to the seats in front of them.

The plane slowly began to move, navigating through all of the winding airport roads before reaching the actual runway, and Michael's grip on his boyfriend's hand tightened. Gavin squeezed back as the plane quickly began to speed up. Michael dug his fingers into the palm of Gavin's hand, who cringed but stayed put. The ginger shut his eyes tight as they began to take off. He sat in complete silence, holding his breath as their elevation rose and rose.

It wasn't too long before they were level and flying comfortably in the air. Michael opened his eyes and released his iron grip on Gav's hand.

"You alright, babe?" He questioned, shaking away the pain from his hands.

"Yeah. I think I'm alright now," Michael took a deep breath and turned his attention to the tablet in front of him. He browsed through the movies there for a little while- unsatisfied because he had never heard of most of them- until he found 'Jurassic World'. He had seen it a million times, but he put it on to keep himself occupied while Gavin played solitaire on his. Apparently, solitaire was the single thing that had kept him living on his flights to and from England.

Everything was fine again. Until the kid next to Gavin started screaming like it was going out of style. He screamed and screamed and screamed, his mother clearly ignoring him. Gavin didn't have any idea what to do about it, and Michael just refused to even look at the child, his fingers tightening around the armrest every time the child let out another sound.

"Michael! What do I do? Should I do something?" Gavin whispered between screams.

Michael took another deep breath, but this time it was out of anger, not relief, "Just don't fucking talk to it, Gavin. I'll end up punching it, or you'll make it cry more, alright?" Gavin hesitated, but nodded.

Within half an hour, the mother leaned over and spoke to the boy in that whisper-shout tone that mothers seem to possess. He quickly stopped crying, leaving everyone to wonder why she hadn't done that sooner. In minutes the child fell asleep, along with Michael. Gavin stayed awake, playing solitaire.