H2OVanoss & Bitches

747 (H2OVanoss)

Jonathan hated flying, hated, flying. His heart was racing as he nervously flicked his little finger against the armrest of his chair as the plane readied itself to take off. Looking out the window only made him more nervous so he looked anywhere but there, his red curls falling in his eyes as he turned his head looking at the teen that sat next to him. The boy looked up his hair, almost the same red and just as curly, flowed in front of his eyes and he sighed tucking it behind his ear and smiled. "Names Widow." he held out his hand and Jonathan took it nodding. "Jonathan," he mumbled nervously. His stomach sinking when the plane lurched forward making him sink into his seat. "This your first time on a plane?" Widow asked with a raised brow, adjusting his black glasses as they begun to slip off and Jonathan shook his head. "No, I just have a fear of flying, it's stupid I know." the teen snorted shaking his head. "Not at all, I used to hate it too. Until I found a way to occupy myself," he smirked and now it was Jonathan's turn as he looked over with a cocked brow. "Kids these days." he sighed as the plane evened out and Widow scoffed. "Bruh... no. I just play my PSVita." Jonathan snorted and shook his head. "Sorry, it's just that the world is way different from when I was your age. People these days are casually doing things that were only in some of my wildest dreams back then." Widow nodded. "Society just stopped caring at some point. Now a day girls hide their insecurities behind their makeup, fake friends, and Instagram filters, and guys hide their emotions by being fuckboys, and heartbreakers." 

Jonathan opened his mouth to respond but he was cut short when a deeper voice asked a question. "Drinks?" asked a flight attendant, he sounded a bit annoyed. Jonathan looked up but froze when he saw him, he was tall, Asian, buff, and his black hair was styled into a faux. If he wasn't so annoyed and brooding Jonathan would have complemented him. "Well I would but I don't accept service from dickwads." Widow stated blankly and the man scoffed. "Listen here ya little shit-" this time Jonathan cut in. "Excuse you Mr. Buff, tan, and handsome but I think that you better back the fuck off before we have a problem. And, I'll just have a water please." he smiled as if he didn't just say anything that could come off as admiration, but the man still scoffed anyway handing him a bottle of water. "Thank you.~" he singsonged and the man scoffed again. "I'll be in the back if you need me," he said before wheeling off. Widow looked at him with a grin. "Mr. Buff, tan, and handsome, huh?" Jonathan rolled his eyes taking a drink of his water before laying his head back and closing his eyes.

This is gonna be a long flight.

Jonathan would have fallen asleep... If he was in the business class! The chairs provided no comfort even with the pillow that had been provided and every time he felt as if he was about to drift off they hit turbulence. He sighed. He had been sitting in the same spot for about three hours and they still had another six to go. He looked over at Widow and saw that somehow the teen, who somehow bears a striking resemblance to himself as a teen, had managed to fall asleep. Jonathan unlocked his belt and decided to stretch his legs walking towards the bathrooms, grunting as his back and shoulders popped while he stretched and twisted. He made it to the back of the plane moving the curtain and coming face to face with the man from earlier though he had to look down at him a bit. "Oh... Hello," he mumbled as the man glared. "Did you need something?" he asked looking up at him with a deadpan expression. Jonathan felt the man's hot breath on his neck and he still sounded just as annoyed as last time and Jonathan scoffed. "Yeah actually, I'm here to give you an attitude check, the fuck is your deal, huh? Big guy?" the man had become visibly more annoyed pushing the boundary of pissed and Jonathan smirked. "Well? Mr. Buff, tan, and handsome?" the man shook his head. "Shut up," he grumbled and Jonathan smirked opening the door to the small bathroom behind him stepping in with a smile. 

"Make me," he smirked but the man growled walking in and closing the door before shoving him against the wall and crashing their lips together. Jonathan could feel their teeth clash and moaned as the man grabbed his ass harshly. "Jonathan.." he panted as the man bit down on his neck lightly. "Evan." he huffed before licking a hot wet stripe from his jaw to his collarbone sucking lightly as Jonathan removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt with shaking fingers, he chuckled.