Catch the Thunder

Italian Tour

Laxus had never flown first class before, and he figured he would never know the feeling. Not really.

"Did you take your pills?" asked Freed.

"Just did."

"And?"

He was already tired. Last night, everything with that party, the intense high and the sexual release ... it drained him. He did not want to wake up that morning. He slept on the taxi ride to the airport. He nearly fell asleep in the security line, his eyes drooping and Freed nudging him from time to time. Now, he barely even needed those pills.

"Hand me a pillow."

Freed caught the attention of a flight attendant, and a pillow was brought. Laxus leaned back in the plush chair, and before the plane even began to taxi, he was out cold.

Freed was also sleepy, but he loved to fly. He watched out the window as the airplane taxied onto the runway, and he grinned like a child as the engines roared into life.

"Oh, Laxus! We're taking off," said Freed.

As the plane picked up speed, bumping down the runway, Laxus briefly woke up with a moan. "Why are we moving?" he asked in a sleepy whine. Right then, the plane gained lift and the bumping stopped. Laxus made another moan of annoyance, grumbled, "Wake me up when we're there," and fell right back to sleep.

Freed sighed, finding his huge boyfriend to be adorable. The sleeping pills were to make sure he did not get sick. Freed had been uncertain if they would be enough for an eight-hour flight, but with next to no sleep and one intense BDSM scene, it was no wonder Laxus crashed.

He just hoped he would be okay. As nice as the party had been, a scene that intense could have consequences. So far, that consequence in himself was a deep need to have Laxus there with him. It was a good thing they would be together for this vacation, because Freed was fairly certain he would have ended up with sub-drop depression if he had to be away from Laxus for even an eight-hour workday.

As the plane reached cruising altitude, feeling sleepy himself, Freed laid his head on Laxus' shoulder and took a little nap.

He woke up at the sound of the flight attendant's cart rattling down the aisle. She smiled apologetically as he yawned.

"Sorry for disturbing you, sir. Would you like a drink? Cocktail, wine, soda?"

He blinked out his sleepiness, but suddenly his brain felt like it really had rested. "You know, wine sounds good," he decided. "When is lunch?"

"It'll be served soon, sir. Would you both like lunch?"

Freed looked over at Laxus, who was sleeping like a gigantic baby. "Let's let him sleep." He smiled apologetically. "He gets motion sick. Better for him to not eat."

"Totally understandable, sir," she said pleasantly. Laxus was not the first motion-sick-drugged-asleep person she had seen. "I'll be out with a menu."

She poured him a glass of wine and brought a menu. Freed took a sip, and to his delight the wine was actually quite good. While the flight attendant continued with her long walk down the aisle, offering drinks and snacks to the rest of the passengers, another attendant delivered Freed's food. He heard a heavy breath from Laxus as the meal was passed over.

"You're missing out on first class, Laxus," he said shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

The captain had just finished a message that they were approaching Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport, with local time and weather, when Laxus woke up, and instantly he was sick. His hand flew to his mouth as his face went pale green.