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The dull rush of the plane's engines was a constant backdrop of noise in the cabin, with dimmed lights and darkened windows as most people slept the hours away. Jaron, for who knew what reason, was absolutely wide awake. He should've been asleep; he should have been sleeping for the past three hours. It was hour eight of their eleven-hour flight and it was past midnight and he should be snoring away like the rest of the people on this flight but he wasn't. He was wide awake, and he knew one other person was too.
Rek’s watch beeped twice. Jaron waited, and slid his gaze over, and… waited some more, but Rek still didn’t move.
Under his breath—but not quite at a whisper—Jaron leaned over and murmured, “I thought that was your reminder to stretch your legs, bud.”
Rekrap flicked his gaze over, then immediately dropped eye contact. “It was,” he mumbled.
“Uh huh.” An idea was forming… he just needed to be sure. “But you ignored it. You're not getting up.”
“I'm not ignoring it,” Rek protested at a hiss. “I just- I just decided not to do it, okay?”
“Right, yeah, sure. I don't really care, y'know.” Jaron smiled, and tilted his head so Rekrap would look at him again. “But answer me this, Parker. How long did we live together for?”
Rekrap swallowed. “A while.”
“Yeah.” Jaron dragged his eyes down Rek's body, covered in the soft airline blanket from his chest to down past his knees. Rek had his hands clasped casually (or conspicuously) over his lap. “So we know each other better than anyone else would think.”
“...Sure.”
Jaron’s smile became a grin. He could hear the suspicion growing in Rek's voice.
“You know what I think?” It wasn't easy, keeping his voice at a slight murmur; it wasn't easy, but it was worth it.
“I'm not a mind reader, unfortunately, Jaron,” Rekrap replied wryly, and just as quietly. “Tell me. What is it you're thinking.”
“I think you don't want to stretch your legs because you don't wanna stand up,” he replied. “I think you don't wanna stand up because you don't want to risk anyone finding out you're hard. Tell me I'm wrong.”
“You're wrong,” Rek shot back immediately—but his face was aflame.
His face was aflame and his hands gripped each other tighter and Jaron knew. Oh, he knew what Rekrap looked like when he was horny; he knew what he looked like when he was caught out while aroused. They hadn't spent a few years as roommates and not learned that about each other.
“Move your hands, then,” he dared Rek.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“No, I don't. I'm not a mind reader, remember?”
Jaron leaned into Rek's space and grabbed his shoulder, drawing him closer so he could whisper directly into his ear.
“You've been sitting in this seat with a hard-on for the better part of the past half-hour, and you've been too nervous to do a thing about it,” he murmured smugly. “Now you don't want to admit it, not even to me. Even though I could help you out, Parker. You thought of that?”
Rekrap was frozen under his hand, except for the faintest tremble. Jaron moved his hand to the back of Rek's neck and got a real shiver for his efforts.
“Jaron,” Rek gasped, then pressed his lips together tightly a moment later.
“Tell me to stop,” Jaron said under his breath, resting his chin on Rek's shoulder.
Rek kept his mouth closed. His breathing was starting to pick up. Jaron had a front-row seat to watch his resolve slowly crack and his inhibitions melt away.
Jaron laid his other hand on Rek's forearm and felt the muscles twitch under his fingers.
“Tell me to stop,” Jaron said again, his lips nearly brushing Rek's ear. “Tell me, and it'll end right here, no questions asked.”
Rekrap swallowed. It sounded loud in the little pocket of space they had made for themselves.
“Tell me to keep going,” Jaron breathed. He didn't move his hands.
After a long, long moment, Rekrap nodded once.
“Tell me.”
“Please,” Rek said, his voice barely audible, “keep going.”
. . .
Hannah: omg omg there's no way??? I think you're right???? Woogie: this genuinely can't be real right Woogie: wtf is happening Woogie: lowk we must be in a fever dream no? Hannah: do they know you were awake when they started? do they think everyone’s asleep?? Hannah: like they must think everyone else is asleep Woogie: holy fking shit did you just hear that Woogie: omg you have your headphones on still, you missed the cutest whimper from Rek wtf he’s so desperate Hannah: so that's why he just put his hand over his mouth like that :sob: Hannah: I'm keeping these on I still can't decide if this is really weird or really hot Woogie: def both Hannah: probably both Hannah: yeah Hannah: wait pause who's sitting on Rekrap's other side? in the window seat? I can't see from here Hannah: they're leaned against the window, what if they're awake too Woogie: uhhhh it's Minute I think?? Woogie: should I message him too Hannah: idk up to you bro, I still can't believe you woke me up for this Woogie: YO I NEEDED TO KNOW I WASN'T GOING CRAZY Woogie: and you wouldn't have believed me Woogie: did you want to miss this? think of the blackmail opportunities Hannah: lowkey you have a good point, I guess this is worth it Woogie: …not gonna lie I don't think I could ever bring this up to them Hannah: not gonna lie, same< Hannah: if this was on the server we'd totally use it against them but it kinda hits differently when irl Woogie: you seriously think they'd sext each other over a voice chat on the server?? Hannah: no but I never thought they'd do a handjob on a plane either :skull: Woogie: okay you got me there Woogie: damn Rek is doing such crazy work acting like nothing's happening,, but every so often he makes the goddamn sexiest sound under his breath and I really hate how hot it is Woogie: you're so lucky you don't have to worry about getting hard Hannah: lmao??? Woogie: shit sorry that was really weird of me to say Woogie: shit I'm so sorry Hannah: you're hard from this? Woogie: you're not?? Woogie: fuck Woogie: you know what I mean Woogie: wait shit you don't have to answer that it's literally none of my business oh my god Woogie: I'm being a creep I'm so sorry
Hannah slid her headphones down to her neck and leaned forward, peering around a sleeping JumperWho. It took Woogie a moment to notice her, and when he looked up his eyes were wide with panic and his face was flushed… although that might not have been from embarrassment if what he'd insinuated in his message was true.
Hannah raised her eyebrows. Woogie blushed even deeper, then looked back at his phone.
Woogie: I'M SO SORRY
Hannah started typing something- and that's when Rek whined, breathy and needy and just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the plane. Jaron murmured something; his voice was too quiet to understand.
Hannah nearly dropped her phone. She stared at Woogie and stretched her eyes wide. He stared back.
“What the fuck,” she mouthed silently.
Woogie nodded sharply and typed something.
Woogie: see??? you see??????? Hannah: what the fuck?? Woogie: I didn't know he could make those sounds but they're going to haunt my fucking dreams now Hannah: your fucking dreams :smirk:
The typing status popped up as Woogie wrote his reply. Then… it disappeared. Then it popped up again. And then it popped down, again. Hannah stifled a giggle and added:
Hannah: cat got your tongue? or are you wishing your tongue was doing something else?
Woogie’s typing status popped up yet again, and almost instantly a new message appeared.
Woogie: HANNAH Woogie: I'M TRYING NOT TO BE A CREEP AND I'M SECOND-GUESSING EVERYTHING I WRITE OKAY Woogie: that's crazy btw Woogie: now who's fantasizing about our friends
Hannah rolled her eyes, and ignored the blush warming her cheeks and the heated rush of arousal settling between her legs. It didn't matter that she'd been wet since Woogie's first messages; no one needed to know that she was just as affected as anyone else.
She typed out her response, and before she could second-guess herself, she pressed send.
Hannah: no need to project on me Woogie, we both know you'd love to be curled up between his knees right now and under that blanket with your mouth around his cock :heart: :blush:
A flash of movement caught her eye and she glanced over to see Woogie's hands pressed to his thighs, his phone facedown on his leg under one hand and his fingers white-knuckled with his head thrown back, and a heavy blush trailing down from his face to disappear under his collar. Instinctively, her gaze went to his crotch; a shock of desire thoroughly startled her when she saw a telltale tent in the blanket over his lap.
She subtly rocked her hips against her seat and swallowed, her tongue darting out to touch her lower lip. Just that little amount of friction had caused a shiver to run up her spine and set her palms tingling. Oh god, she was so wet. She was so going to need a shower. Oh god, she hadn't felt this horny in so fucking long.
Hannah turned her attention forward, admiring the barest sliver of Rek’s neck and jawline that she could see between the seats, and the flush colouring the side of Jaron’s face. Even his ear was red. It was sorta cute.
Then Jaron leaned back, his head disappearing from view, and she stared at the line of his arm vanishing under Rekrap's blanket. She couldn't see anything more than a section of his forearm, but she could watch the rhythmic flexing of the muscles, and that gave her mind just enough material to imagine the steady, teasing pace Jaron was using to stroke Rek’s cock.
Fuck, what she wouldn't do for that same hand on her.
. . .
There were two facts crystallizing in Parker’s mind: firstly, he wasn't gay; secondly, he was about to come with Jaron’s hand around his cock. And thirdly, he supposed: these were oddly enough not mutually exclusive facts.
It was honestly kinda crazy, how clear things became when he was forced to face them.
He wasn't gay, but he probably couldn't say he subscribed exactly to the construct of straightness, either. He wasn't rapidly approaching a mind-blowing orgasm in the middle of a passenger jet because the hand jerking him off just so happened to be attached to another man; he was daring to rapidly approach a mind-blowing orgasm in the middle of a passenger jet and surrounded by strangers and friends because the hand jerking him off was Jaron’s. And maybe, the thrill of being caught was doing something too. Just maybe. He was tucking that particular realization into a box for later, because honestly, his imminent climax was demanding more of his attention by the second.
He swallowed down another moan, and inwardly cursed at Jaron as he did that thing with a twist of his wrist and a clever flick with the pad of his thumb that had not once failed to make Parker gasp. Was he trying to get them caught?
“Shh shh,” Jaron teased, his breath warm against Parker’s ear. “Keep those pretty sounds locked down, buddy.”
Parker hissed sharply, forcing the back of his skull into the headrest. What did Jaron think he'd been doing this entire time?
Jaron squeezed the head of his cock and Parker forcibly kept his body from arching into the sensation. Rushing tingles of arousal were running up and down his limbs, raising hairs in their wake and leaving him trembling. He wanted this orgasm so badly, and he was also lowkey kind of terrified of it.
What if he was loud when he came? He usually wasn't—it was a necessity trained through growing up with brothers, and then honed during his time living with roommates and thin walls—but the buildup was already so fricking intense. What if he couldn't control his noises, and he and Jaron were found out and like- banned for life from the airline or something? That would seriously mess up the return trip, and-
“You're thinking too much,” Jaron grumbled. “Earth to Parker. You getting close?”
Parker opened his mouth to reply, and that's when Jaron did the thing again, so instead of an answer all that came out was an embarrassing whimper.
“Oh, cute,” Jaron cooed, speeding up the pace of his hand. “I'll take that as a yes.”
Parker groaned under his breath and tightened his grip on the armrests. His hips were flexing in consciously-aborted attempts to rut into Jaron's fist. He hoped to the high heavens, and not for the first time, that no one in their vicinity was awake to witness any of this.
That was another reason to be terrified of his orgasm. What if he woke someone up? Someone like Minute, who was sitting beside him and would be trapped in the window seat; or someone like- damnit, he couldn't even remember who else was sitting nearby, that's how wrecked his brain was.
Point was, if he was even just a little too loud or a little too obvious, tons of his friends would witness him being a- a pervert, and like- oh fuck Jaron was doing something magical with his fingers. Parker bucked into Jaron's hand once, twice, chasing his pleasure, chasing after the growing tension coiling in his lower belly, and-
Jaron yanked on the tail end of Parker's seatbelt strap, effectively pinning his hips to the chair with a suddenness that took his breath away. The casual display of control, the pure physicality of the action, it made Parker moan behind closed lips as the thrill pushed him to the edge. His cock throbbed in Jaron's hand, harder than ever. His hips thrust forward, fighting the restraint, but Jaron kept his grip on the strap tight… the frustrating limit only served to spike his desire higher. It wasn't like it was going to stop him; it was just delaying the best part.
“Oh my gosh, Parker,” Jaron breathed shakily, his chin digging into his shoulder, “you're incredible. Are you gonna come?”
Parker screwed his eyes shut and nodded jerkily. His throat convulsed around a whine he would not voice. Everything was culminating rapidly into a release he didn't think he could avoid for much longer; his entire body felt like a rubber band about to snap, or probably a pipe about to burst, or literally any number of other metaphors that could be applied to an orgasm.
And to be frank, a public orgasm was scary.
“Help,” he mewled. He was barrelling towards this climax and the edge he was about to fall over was as frightening as it was exhilarating. Even if Jaron took his hand away now, he was pretty sure he'd be coming in no time flat.
Jaron's hand paused; his grip loosened. “Help?” he echoed. “Are you okay? What's-”
“No no nonono, don't stop pleasedon'tstopJaron,” he babbled in a tight whisper. “Oh my- please keep going.” His hips bucked upwards to chase the tightness and friction of Jaron's hand, and the moment Jaron firmed his grip Parker couldn't swallow back his pitiful whimpering moan. Not that time.
“Oh, I see,” Jaron murmured, yanking unnecessarily on the seatbelt again (it was unfair what that was doing to Parker), “you're about to come and you don't want anyone to know. No one but me and you, right Parker?”
Parker sucked his lower lip between his teeth and bit down, ignoring the pain. He couldn't stop his hips from rolling, mostly futile as it was; he'd started and he just couldn't stop, not with Jaron's hand sliding so perfectly up and down his cock with the embarrassing amount of precum he was leaking.
“Put your hand over your mouth,” Jaron ordered. “I'll keep you sitting properly. We wouldn't want to wake anyone up, right? You'll come for me, quietly, and not for anyone else. Got it?”
Parker clapped his hand over his mouth, the other hand aching with how tightly he was still holding the armrest. He opened his eyes and met Jaron's gaze, hoping to convey agreement with just a look, but-
Oh.
Oh, Jaron was looking at him like Parker was something to savour, or devour, or admire or perhaps even worship. That was… that was something, for sure.
“Come on, Parker,” Jaron whispered, his eyes flicking between Parker's, his face so close. “You're ready. I can feel it.” He squeezed his cock, and twisted his wrist on the next upstroke, and grazed the pad of his thumb over that spot-
Parker threw his head back and his spine arched. He tasted blood. He could hear Jaron mutter curses under his breath as Parker fucked into his fist, the seatbelt rasping against the buckle as his body's involuntary movements proved to be stronger than Jaron had anticipated. There was a rushing sound in his ears that drowned out the noise of the plane's engines. Tension released all at once and he was coming, harder than he had in a long time, the pulsing contractions going and going and not stopping and…
He drifted. For a moment. A long, loooong moment.
He hadn't moaned. He was proud of himself for that.
Jaron's hand was still in his pants.
Parker caught his breath, blinked up at the overhead bin, and decided that that made sense. His cock was only now starting to soften. His heart had not stopped racing.
What was the right thing to do after your friend gave you a mindblowing handjob on a darn passenger jet? What was the right thing to say? Was there a right thing to say?
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice coming out really breathy and a little high.
Jaron hummed. He sounded awfully pleased. Carefully, he removed his hand from underneath Parker’s clothing and blanket and cleaned himself with a wet-wipe left over from the airline dinner. “You looked like you needed it.” He laid his cheek against Parker's shoulder and turned his head so it nudged Parker’s jaw. “And you did such a good job too, Parker. Seriously. You were so amazing.”
Parker knew his face had to be beet-red as he flushed at the praise, and then flushed even more at the shiver his body offered in reaction to Jaron's words. He propped his chin on the crown of Jaron’s head and swallowed against a tight throat; as he was coming down from the high and reality was creeping back in, he found himself unwilling to speak.
He fumbled for his phone, then jumped and squeaked when Jaron dipped his hand back underneath his waistband and swiped a shockingly-cool wet-wipe over his skin.
“Sorry,” Jaron said, not sounding sorry at all. “You made one heck of a mess. I didn’t expect you to come so-”
“Zip it!” Parker hissed, his heart rate rocketing up to a mile a minute. “Jaron, oh my gosh, you’re actually going to kill me with a heart attack, bro. Oh my gosh. Don’t- don’t say this stuff out loud.”
Jaron looked up at him, a little crease in his brow. The hand down Parker’s pants was moreso caressing him with the wipe than cleaning him; it was really distracting.
Parker lifted his phone and waggled it, then turned it on and navigated to his DMs with Jaron.
Jaron sighed heavily, his chest rising against Parker’s arm. “Here,” he murmured, “you finish up cleaning yourself. You’ll do a better job of it.” Then he leaned back into his seat, his movements slow (probably to keep wandering eyes from noticing, and not… not because he was reluctant to abandon contact, surely not that) and fished his own phone out from his pocket.
Parker growled quietly, chewing at the inside of one cheek, then decided to leave the wet-wipe as it was. If on the off-chance anyone had just heard Jaron’s words and were looking over to confirm, he didn’t want to validate any suspicions. He’d visit the washroom shortly and actually do a better job there.
Rekrap: hey so once we get to the place we’re staying at… maybe we can talk about how I can return the favor? Jaron: Yes we can Jaron: I’m down to wait for that Jaron: Just to check tho, was that ok for you? because the last thing I want is for you to spend the rest of the flight worrying about what just happened Rekrap: it was good, no joke it was really good Rekrap: tbh i’m going to worry no matter what but not about what we did Jaron: about where we did it? Rekrap: i’m a lot more worried about where- yes lol Rekrap: you’re sure we didn’t wake anyone up? Jaron: as sure as I can be, you don’t want me to stand up and look around just in case right :P Rekrap: NO Rekrap: definitely don’t do that Rekrap: so um Rekrap: i know you said you’re okay to wait but like are you actually okay rn? i want to go use the washroom to clean up but if you need to use it first? Jaron: Parker… are you asking me if I want to go jerk off in the airplane washroom because you think I’m still hard after getting you off Rekrap: i mean Rekrap: i’m just trying to be considerate here man Rekrap: are you not… ?? Jaron: well… let’s just say it wasn’t going to be too big of an issue until you brought up part two as an option for once we landed so Jaron: I’ll take you up on your offer Jaron: just promise not to say anything about how quick I’ll be Rekrap: no judgement here
Parker nudged his elbow into Jaron’s upper arm, who looked up at him and smiled. A blush still coloured Jaron's cheeks, and a strange yet pleasant swell of pride had Parker smiling back. He’d put that blush there.
Jaron unbuckled his seatbelt and took a moment with his hands shifting under his blanket before he stood. “Be right back,” he whispered.
Parker nodded and watched Jaron move off down the narrow and dark aisle, a single screen showing a movie up ahead lighting the way beyond the dim amber glow lining the ceiling and floor. He let out his breath slowly, and unbuckled his own seatbelt before he adjusted it to be looser.
He felt his blush return as he remembered Jaron trapping him in his seat with one little pull of the strap. That little show of power had done things for him. It was something else to put into the box and file away for later… but perhaps later was not as far away as he’d thought.
There was the sound of movement beside him. Parker turned and met Minute’s eyes.
He looked a little spooked: eyes wide, hair in mild disarray… he had been sleeping against the window of the plane, after all.
“Hey,” Parker greeted him quietly, suddenly intensely aware of the wet-wipe just sitting in his darn boxers. “You’ve been sleeping okay?”
Minute visibly swallowed. He nodded. He wasn’t quite meeting Parker’s gaze, his eyes flicking around somewhere around Parker’s shoulder… until he did, and Parker tried not to think about how huge Minute’s pupils were and how there was a slight dusting of pink sitting high on his cheeks.
It wasn’t arousal. It was not arousal he was seeing in his friend. He couldn’t be looking at all of his friends and start imagining they were all horny; that was a terribly unhealthy mindset. Minute’s expression was also definitely not from embarrassment, and he refused to think it could be. It was just- it was dark in here, and Minute was warm from sleeping. That was all. Nothing more.
“How ‘bout you?” Minute asked, his voice deep and gravelly from hours of napping in dry airplane air.
Parker blinked. “Me what?”
Minute’s lips twitched up. “You been sleeping?”
“Oh.” He shook his head. “No. No, I don’t sleep so well on planes.”
Minute hummed. “Me neither,” he replied, keeping eye contact and slowly lifting one eyebrow.
Parker nodded slowly, touching the tip of his tongue to the split in his bottom lip. He’d bit his lip a little too hard when he’d come.
Then… Minute’s words finally sank in.
“Wait.” Parker sat up straight and stared at Minute. “Are you-”
The rest of his sentence got trapped in his throat. His mind was racing, and his heart was too, and- and he really needed to get control of his breathing right now because there was a rapidly-increasing chance that he was about to send himself into a panic-
Minute reached out and laid a solid hand over Parker’s chest. “Breathe,” he ordered. “I heard you. I didn’t mind, Parker. I didn’t want to interrupt. Okay? You chill?”
Parker wrestled his body back under his control and gaped at Minute. “Am I chill?” He laughed with disbelief, then immediately dropped his voice back down to a reasonable volume. “Bro, that’s what I should be asking you. Are you- wait. Okay. You’re- you’re absolutely sure you didn’t mind? Because like- that was weird. It was kinda- wasn’t it?”
Minute smirked and patted his chest before pulling his hand away. “You two are idiots,” he said under his breath. “But I can’t lie, Parker, that was so fucking hot. Just… you probably shouldn’t do it again.”
“Oh gosh, no. No no no. Don’t worry about that, Brandon. It’s never happening again.”
Minute raised his other eyebrow. “Just not in a plane. Or any public space where there’s some damn serious repercussions if you’re caught. If you want someone to watch, though… or pretend they’re not watching…”
Parker nearly choked on his next breath in, and his face felt as hot as it’d been with Jaron’s hand around his cock. He turned around as Jaron finally returned to his seat, ready to demand if he’d ever noticed that Minute had been awake.
It wasn’t Jaron who had sat down: Hannah smiled back at him. Her smile grew into a smirk as his open mouth did not close and his blush only grew deeper.
“Me too!” she whispered cheerfully, her lips curling around each word as her smug smile didn’t fade. “Oh my gosh, you and Jaron were so fucking cute. I knew there was some chemistry between the two of you.”
“Between who?” Jaron appeared beside Hannah, one hand on the back of his occupied seat. “Hi Hannah.”
Hannah looked up at Jaron and grinned. “Hey! You and Parker.”
Jaron moved his gaze to Parker. Parker gulped and nodded. Jaron instantly blushed red.
“Oh,” Jaron said. “Thanks.”
“They wanna watch next time,” Parker whispered. Behind him, Minute chuckled; Hannah nodded enthusiastically.
“Next time?” Jaron repeated, his voice somehow fainter than Parker’s.
“Not on the plane,” Parker was quick to add. “We’re not gonna-”
“Yeah.” Jaron grimaced and glanced away. “Not our smartest decision.”
“Woogie says he’d better be included,” Minute added. Parker thought his heart might’ve stopped.
“How many people noticed?” he hissed, turning to glare at Minute.
Minute raised his hands in mock surrender. His phone was in one; Parker couldn’t help but glance at the screen. It was turned right towards him, after all.
“Planefuckers!?” Parker squeaked. “You make a fricking group chat about this? Are you kidding me?”
“Oh shit.” That was Woogie’s voice, barely muffled behind Minute’s seat.
“Yeah,” Hannah replied, her voice light. “He was live-blogging the whole thing to us. After Woogie woke him up, of course. And me up.”
Parker pressed himself into his seat and stared at the dark screen on the back of the chair before him, catching his reflection in the black glass. He looked like a rabbit frozen at the sight of a predator, or a deer caught in headlights. Like a very flustered, very overwhelmed deer. He genuinely could not believe how openly they were talking about this. They were, in a terribly miraculous fashion, somehow worse about it than his speedrunner friends.
Jaron cleared his throat. “Okay. Uh… Hannah, how about you go back to your seat. Parker, go use the washroom. And Brandon?”
Minute hummed.
“Add us to that damn group chat.”