The Philanthropist - Joining The Flying Solo Mile High Club
Title: Joining The Flying Solo Mile High Club
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Teddy
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even a little.
Summary: Teddy can't sleep on uncomfortable planes. He does know a way to fix that, though.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Masturbation.
Word Count: 544
Author's Notes: For those unfamiliar with "The Philanthropist" (which I imagine is almost everyone, ever), you're just imagining this guy. For mmom day 3.
No matter how comfortable the plane was, Teddy had always hated long-haul flights. And this wasn't even a particularly comfortable plane. He was cramped and cold and deeply sick of breathing recycled air, and he couldn't get to sleep.
What kind of human being would own a plane where the seats were all built like cattle class, anyway, and why was he using it instead of his own?
Oh. His was providing aid. Never mind. At least someone was benefiting from it.
He really wanted to sleep.
There was one reasonably sure way of accomplishing this. And it wasn't as if anyone was looking. Teddy looked down at his lap thoughtfully. It was worth a shot.
He loosened his belt surreptitiously, keeping an eye out for stray crew or the other few people that were on the plane with him. He knew he could do this in the bathroom, but that would lack the irresponsibility that would make it fun.
Teddy closed his eyes and settled back in his seat as comfortably as he could. He eased one hand into his trousers and began teasing himself through his underwear, purring softly as he felt himself begin to harden. This wasn't something he did nearly often enough for himself, and he was a little slow to react. His own advice, had this been someone else who'd gone without for a while, would have been to take it slowly and be gentle, so he tried that instead.
A happy little sigh broke free as he was finally ready to get on with the very serious business of getting off. He wriggled a little in his seat, and a shiver ran through him as it became clear that self-gratification was a lot like riding a bike. You didn't tend to forget how.
This was so much better than thinking about how uncomfortable he was. It was even a nice change not to have to wait for someone else to figure out what he wanted. Experimenting was nice, there was no question in that, but sometimes a familiar touch was comforting, and he could do with all the comfort he could get right now.
It was getting increasingly difficult to hold still as he got close, and the narrow seat wasn't helping things at all. The feeling of restraint, though, that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Teddy bit his lip to quiet the harsh breaths that might just see someone come running to help him. One more squeeze and his back arched away from the seat, which creaked under him as he moved. A sound that originated somewhere around his naval as a scream came out as a soft “ah”, and he flopped back down to catch his breath.
He made a satisfied sound deep in his chest, and sunk easily into the seat that had been giving him so much trouble before. The soporific effects of a good wank were already starting to take hold, and he decided that clean up could wait until after a nap. He pulled the thin blanket he'd been handed earlier and abandoned on the next seat over him, and watched lazily with eyes mostly-closed as one of the flight crew walked past him, none the wiser. He smiled to himself and drifted off peacefully.
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Teddy
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even a little.
Summary: Teddy can't sleep on uncomfortable planes. He does know a way to fix that, though.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Masturbation.
Word Count: 544
Author's Notes: For those unfamiliar with "The Philanthropist" (which I imagine is almost everyone, ever), you're just imagining this guy. For mmom day 3.
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No matter how comfortable the plane was, Teddy had always hated long-haul flights. And this wasn't even a particularly comfortable plane. He was cramped and cold and deeply sick of breathing recycled air, and he couldn't get to sleep.
What kind of human being would own a plane where the seats were all built like cattle class, anyway, and why was he using it instead of his own?
Oh. His was providing aid. Never mind. At least someone was benefiting from it.
He really wanted to sleep.
There was one reasonably sure way of accomplishing this. And it wasn't as if anyone was looking. Teddy looked down at his lap thoughtfully. It was worth a shot.
He loosened his belt surreptitiously, keeping an eye out for stray crew or the other few people that were on the plane with him. He knew he could do this in the bathroom, but that would lack the irresponsibility that would make it fun.
Teddy closed his eyes and settled back in his seat as comfortably as he could. He eased one hand into his trousers and began teasing himself through his underwear, purring softly as he felt himself begin to harden. This wasn't something he did nearly often enough for himself, and he was a little slow to react. His own advice, had this been someone else who'd gone without for a while, would have been to take it slowly and be gentle, so he tried that instead.
A happy little sigh broke free as he was finally ready to get on with the very serious business of getting off. He wriggled a little in his seat, and a shiver ran through him as it became clear that self-gratification was a lot like riding a bike. You didn't tend to forget how.
This was so much better than thinking about how uncomfortable he was. It was even a nice change not to have to wait for someone else to figure out what he wanted. Experimenting was nice, there was no question in that, but sometimes a familiar touch was comforting, and he could do with all the comfort he could get right now.
It was getting increasingly difficult to hold still as he got close, and the narrow seat wasn't helping things at all. The feeling of restraint, though, that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Teddy bit his lip to quiet the harsh breaths that might just see someone come running to help him. One more squeeze and his back arched away from the seat, which creaked under him as he moved. A sound that originated somewhere around his naval as a scream came out as a soft “ah”, and he flopped back down to catch his breath.
He made a satisfied sound deep in his chest, and sunk easily into the seat that had been giving him so much trouble before. The soporific effects of a good wank were already starting to take hold, and he decided that clean up could wait until after a nap. He pulled the thin blanket he'd been handed earlier and abandoned on the next seat over him, and watched lazily with eyes mostly-closed as one of the flight crew walked past him, none the wiser. He smiled to himself and drifted off peacefully.