[TRICK OR TREAT FIC] Take Off

[sungreen70.livejournal.com]

My trick or treat fic for Indybaggins! Happy Halloween from house # 11 :) 

Title: Take Off
Author: Sun Green
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: Colin resorts to a new method for overcoming Ryan's fear of flying.
A/N: I have been wanting to write this for Indy for ages - ever since I included a brief mention of the scenario in a fic she beta'd for me and she suggested it should be written as a standalone story! Hope I did it justice...

Of all the things Ryan hated about flying, take off was the worst. Not that he was fond of landing either, or anything in between. But when the mega-ton aircraft rose through the clouds, supported by nothing but air, the buildings and trees below shifted crazily in Ryan’s vision with the motion and made crashing into them a very plausible scenario.  

Crammed into the too-small seat, Ryan stared straight ahead, stiff and silent. He couldn't respond to the artificial friendliness of the flight attendant, shaking his head mutely when she offered him a blanket. Beside him, Colin nodded. "Thanks. And he'll take one too," he added, accepting both. Ryan was too tense to question it as Colin spread the blankets over them. When they were both covered, Colin gazed out the small window, knowing better than to attempt conversation.

The aircraft's engines sputtering to life caused Ryan's breath to catch in his throat with a choking sound and dig his fingernails into the armrests. Colin continued looking out the window, but beneath the blankets his warm hand covered Ryan's icy one.  

The plane lurched into movement and began it’s bouncing jaunt to the end of the runway. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut until they came to a halt. He took a deep breath, knowing that the reprieve would be a brief one. From the pocket in the seatback ahead of him, an airsick bag peeked out. Ryan hoped he wouldn't have to use it. The last time had been humiliating enough. He closed his eyes again and swallowed against his churning stomach.  

And then his eyes flew open with a start as the hand on top of his slid to his lap in a smooth motion and began tugging at his fly, unfastening the button and pulling down the zipper. Ryan looked over at Colin, who simply smiled and slid his hand beneath the waistband of Ryan's boxers. Ryan jumped at the unexpected touch on his bare skin.  

The deep rumble of engines covered the small sound Ryan made in the back of his throat as Colin wrapped a hand around his shaft. He massaged it lightly at first, then more firmly as it began to rise to attention, squeezing and running his thumb down its' length.  

Ryan’s breath accelerated along with the plane as it taxied down the runway. Both picked up speed as the pilot aimed for the sky and Colin tugged harder and faster.  

The moment of weightlessness as the plane left solid ground coincided with the first electrical sensation in Ryan’s groin, enhancing it. His body lifted involuntarily against the seatbelt that held him in place. Colin continued stroking him and pressure built in Ryan’s groin as the plane nosed upward, pushing him back against his seat.  

The first tremors coursing through Ryan’s body were indistinguishable from those of the plane as it rose toward the sky. A sharp gasp escaped him, the sound muffled by the roar of the engines. He shifted from side to side as the plane’s wings dipped into right and left turns and the throbbing in his groin intensified. 

Finally he exploded, the heat of orgasm coursing through his body and diminishing the significance of his surroundings. Ryan strained forward against the seatbelt, doubled over his knees as he choked back the animal cry in his throat. Increasingly smaller tremors came and went for several minutes. By the time the plane had leveled out above the clouds, his breathing had slowed to a normal rate. Finally, Ryan lifted his head to meet Colin’s gaze. The brown eyes twinkled wickedly as he grinned and patted Ryan's knee under the blankets.

"Feel better?" he asked.  

Ryan couldn't speak. He flopped back against the seat and let his head drop down to Colin's shoulder. A familiar, peaceful drowsiness overcame him and closed his eyes, barely aware of the humming engines and the occasional shudder as the plane hit an air pocket. Instead of terrifying him, the noise and motion had a lulling effect, nearly putting him to sleep.  

Finally, finally, they were on the ground. Ryan’s knees were still weak as he gratefully collected his carry-on bag and followed Colin through the tunnel and into the airport.  

As they headed towards the driver pick up area to find the BBC studio limousine that awaited them, Colin draped his arm around Ryan's shoulders and murmured into his ear.  

"Did I ever tell you about my fear of riding in cars?"

 

 

Comments

[jie-jie.livejournal.com]

Lol! That last line was just brilliant! ^_^

Really enjoyed this great little fic!

[indybaggins.livejournal.com]

This was awesome! As I said before, I love all the parallels between the actual handjob and the excitement they are feeling with the surroundings of the plane taking off. Thank you!

[rycolfan.livejournal.com]

Wow, I love this so much. I'm definitely adding it to my memories! XP

Ry/Col + Hot + funny = WIN! ^_^

[not2bscene.livejournal.com]

This was so ahem.... enjoyable. I certainly agree with rycolfan's math. ^_^

[almostjulie.livejournal.com]

amazingly, I wrote handjob on a plane for this exchange, too.

Yours is much better than mine :)

[ktnflag.livejournal.com]

Oh, my! Certainly gives new meaning to things being in an "upright position" on a plane, lol! I love the parallels between what the plane is doing and what Ryan and Colin are... ahem... doing ;-)

[caelith.livejournal.com]

The brown eyes twinkled wickedly

I'm either tired or losing my marbles, probably both. I totally read that as 'The brown eyes twinkly wickled' *facepalm*.

Apart from my epic fail, I loved this epically x

[walkingivy.livejournal.com]

This was simultaneously hot and cute. I love the comparisons between the plane taking off and Ryan... taking off. However, I was really distracted by the prospect of someone having to clean up the blanket. Wonder what they thought...