High [Boy X Boy]

30 - Comfort Amongst The Clouds

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(NOTE: Some places in this story may not exist, e.g. the general house or grounds where Link + Vulture stay. Please do not read or clarify this as a fantasy story, despite its non-fiction themes.)

"... Are you alright?" Vulture pulled open Link's suite door to find him leaning against the window with a random magazine in his hand. He chuckled as Link hummed and tossed and turned in his slumber. He stepped in to push the younger male's seat back and pulled the blanket and pillow from beneath it with a weak sigh, knowing that a flight attendant would call him out later since it was their job. "... Link..." Vulture pushed Link back against the small bed to sit beside him as he draped the large blanket over his weak body. As he lifted Link's head to push the pillow beneath it, his eyes blinked open. "... Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..." Vulture smiled as the teen sat up with a yawn. "... I've only been sleeping for about twenty minutes... What have you been up to?" Link pushed off the blanket and shifted across. Vulture shuffled a little closer to lay a hand on Link's warm thigh.

"I've just been reading and watching some movies... We have about forty minutes left of the flight so you should get some rest before we land..." "... Chicago is only an hour behind New York, right...?" Link yawned, rubbing his eyes. "... Yeah, just lie down now..." Vulture pressed a hand to his chest and slowly pushed him down. "... Do you think Red is okay?" "I've been checking on her every two hours... Might check on her again now. She told me that she was surprised Ivory didn't need to use his litter tray yet." He chuckled. "... Do you have to go back to your seat?"

"Well, in a bit..." "... Hm... C-Can you stay a little longer?" Link sat up again to take hold of Vulture's arm. "... I'll stay for five minutes and if you want to talk to me when I go back to my seat... W-Well... I-I'll just talk to you when I get off the plane... I'm nearby anyway, I'm not going anywhere."  Vulture shifted a little closer to Link as he crossed his legs, the fabric of his jeans rubbing together with each fidget and movement. "... When we get to that place in Chicago... Do you think Red will already be there?" Link asked softly. "I highly doubt it... She has to take breaks and rest for a while throughout the whole ride-" Vulture was cut off by the voice of the pilot blurting out from a nearby microphone.

"We'll now be experiencing some turbulence so we kindly ask that you return to your seats and adjust your seatbelts. Thank you."

Vulture chuckled and stood up, kissing Link's cheek. "I'll come back when the seatbelt sign goes off, okay?" "... O-Okay." He proceeded to stand up and leave Link's suite to return to his own and sit down to buckle up his seatbelt. As the plane shook a little due to the air resistance pushed up against the large wings, Link lay his head back on his pillow with his seatbelt buckled around his hips. It wasn't tight, nor was it lightweight. It didn't dig into his skin, leaving marks in blank places where Vulture's lips would soon be.

His body was a canvas and that sickening tongue of the opposing male was the sharp pencil breaking the blankness, ripping it in half and eradicating whatever innocence was left inside him. With each shake and turn that the plane took, he felt his stomach turn and his neck twist. "... U-Ugh..." He grunted, turning over a little to snuggle into his pillow.

"Just go to sleep..." He muttered, wanting to battle the heartless and disrespectful sounds of the loud plane engine. As his fingers curled up in the bed sheets and white softness, Link drifted off into a quiet state of closed eyes and warm inhales and exhales. He felt as if he was sleeping for only a minute before his shoulder was being nudged. "Sir? We will be landing now if you'd like to sit up." An attendant smiled, bending down to click something under Link's bed. "... A-Ah... T-Thanks." Link choked out, sitting up slowly with the seat following each movement until he was sat up completely. The leathery-fabric of the seat bumped his back, nudging his spine softly.