Danny and Olivier

Part 2- What If..

Danny put his car in ‘park’ and exhaled, letting go of the steering wheel and smiling at Olivier.
             Olivier smiled back nervously and looked around the San Francisco airport’s parking lot, involuntarily wringing his hands.
             “Why are you so nervous?” Danny chuckled at Olivier, clasping Olivier’s hands with his own. “There’s nothing to be worried about, Olipoo.”
             Olivier bit his lip, choosing to ignore the “Olipoo” part. “I’ve never actually been on a plane before,” Olivier confessed, still looking out the window at the rows of cars, the bright streetlights lighting up the night. “What if we crash? What if the motor falls off? Oh my God, Danny, what if we dieeee?”
             Danny held in his laughter and bit the inside of his cheek, squeezing Olivier’s hands. “I reassure you we aren’t going to die, Oli. Besides, the record company paid for a private jet. We’ll be okay.”
             Olivier smiled nervously and got out of the car, following Danny to the trunk to collect their stuff. They each hauled their bags along and locked the car up, heading for the little escalator things that moved along the ground.
             “Come on,” Danny laughed at Olivier, who was staring at the moving ground with wide eyes. “Let’s go.”
             Olivier quickly stepped off the escalator and headed for the hard floor, sighing in relief once he realized that he was, indeed, no longer moving.
             Danny really wanted to laugh. But he knew that Olivier was already nervous enough as it was.
             Hehe. Look at my little man. Scared about a moving escalator.
             “Well,” Danny sighed, looking around the wide-set airport, pulling out their passports. “You ready to check in?”
             “Yeah.” Olivier mumbled, getting in line next to Danny and looking around. He’d never actually gone through the whole process of being in an airport, and to be quite frank, it scared the shit out of him.
             Police. People. Kids.
             Scary.
             Danny flew by security like it was nothing- taking off his shoes and stepping through the metal detector like he did it every day.
              Well, he’s done this numerous times, Olivier thought, taking off his own shoes and stepping through the grate. What could go wrong?
             Suddenly, a large, beeping sound erupted from the metal detector, and Olivier found himself screaming like a girl at the top of his lungs.
             “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK!”
             At this point, Danny couldn’t do anything but laugh, hunching over as two security guards strapped Olivier’s arms and moved a wand-like thing up and down his body, until it stopped at his crotch. A crowd of people had gathered to watch the frightened boy, and the other boy, who was laughing so hard, he had cramps in his stomach. The kind you get when you laugh silently and slap your thigh, because it’s just so.
             “Belt buckle,” one of them said, and released Olivier. “You okay, boy?”
             Olivier was shaking as Danny recollected himself and snorted, grabbing Olivier’s hand and leading them away from the crowd before anyone could recognize Danny.
             “Are…you okay?” Danny stifled in his laughter. “You look pretty shaken up.”
             “Yeah,” Olivier breathed out, his eyes still wide. “I’m fine.”
             Danny snorted and led them to the gate, where, for once, Danny let Olivier sit on his lap. Normally, Olivier wouldn’t have allowed this, as he was the "dominant’ one, but Olivier was too shaken up by a stupid metal detector than to do anything but that.
             “That was pretty…funny.” Danny tried, smiling into Olivier’s hoodie. “Actually, it was fucking hilarious.”
             “Stop it.” Olivier pouted, glaring. “That wasn’t funny. I was getting felt up by the security guard.”
             Danny gaped. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”
             “Because you were too busy laughing your ass off, you dick!”
             Danny snortled and wrapped his arms tight around Olivier’s hips, breathing in his scent. “Oli?”            
             “What.”
             “Ever had sex on a plane before?”
             Olivier immediately jumped off of Danny’s lap. “No!”
             “Oh?” Danny smirked. “I’m surprised you didn’t cover your ears and start singing. So much for being the ‘dominant one,’” Danny mocked, doing his jazz hands.
             “You take that back,” Olivier’s mouth dropped open.
             “No.” Danny smiled widely, showing off all of his teeth.
             Olivier slapped Danny and walked up to the boarding area. “I hate you.”
             “Love you too!”
             They boarded their little jet and sat down, staring out at the city lights as the plane started the engine. Olivier gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, gripping the arm rest so tightly, it made little circular dents in the foam.
             “Calm down, Olipoo,” Danny reached for Olivier’s hand and squeezed it tight, ignoring his bandmembers, who came rambling in. “Relax.”
             “I’m scared.”
             Danny lowered his voice and ignored the hollers of his stupid bandmates, leaning into Olivier’s ear. “Ever had sex on a plane?”
             “NO!”
             The plane took off then, and Olivier screamed as the engine roared to life. Danny’s bandmates laughed and kicked their feet up, popping a beer and taking a long drink.
             “Shhh…” Danny whispered into Olivier’s ear. “I guess my distraction didn’t help.”
             “No…” Olivier clenched his eyes shut and saw black and purple splotches behind his eyelids. “I…I’m just scared.”
             Danny thought for a minute, then got up and came back with a big, black blanket. “You’re not claustrophobic, are you?”
             “No,” Olivier muttered, his eyes still closed.
             “Alright.” Danny threw the blanket on top of Olivier and himself, then grabbed both of his hands. “Oli. Look at me.”
             Olivier cracked open an eyelid and saw Danny’s face lightened up by a flashlight, smiling softly at him. “Now you don’t have to see what’s going on outside.”
             Danny felt Olivier relax, and he pulled Olivier to his chest. “Just sleep. We’ll be there before you know it.”
             “You won’t ever leave me, right?” Olivier said quietly, holding onto Danny’s hands for dear life.
             “I promise,” Danny lied. He pushed the guilt out of his head and focused on Olivier. “You won’t ever forget me.”
             “No.” Olivier answered honestly.
             So much for being the dominant one, Danny couldn’t help but think, smirking as Olivier gripped his body tightly.
             I win.


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