Mile High Club - Jun/Sho
Title: Mile High Club
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: R
Summary: A flight in the life of.
Notes: Cheesy and just a little bit of fun ;D Birthday pressie for quartered. Happy 20th, love you forever and a day~♥ I hope you like this. AU, un-beta'd and a little rushed. Sorry about that, just wanted to get it up on time.
Sho's pretty sure this appeals to some sort of fetish he never knew he had before entering this profession; having Jun sitting on his lap in the cockpit as he shows him the control panel of the airplane. Just the situation alone is enough to make him flush, full of innuendo as he guides Jun's hand into the proper position on a joystick.
Jun looks over his shoulder at Sho, eyes sparkling with mirth. Not that he's complaining of course, seeing as this is clearly all for his benefit. He buries his face in Jun's back to smother his chuckles and hugs him tight around the waist.
The door to the pilots compartment slides open and Ohno wanders in. He yawns widely, a styrofoam cup of coffee gripped tightly in one hand and paying virtually no mind to the couple, not even giving them a second glance.
“You should get going Jun-kun, boarding is in ten minutes,” He arranges himself in his seat before leaning back, awaiting for when he actually has to do move and something. Obviously having been in a rush to work that morning if the state of his tie, knotted haphazardly, is any indication. Sho's fingers already itch to fix it.
Jun hops off Sho's lap and takes a few moments to sort out his slightly mussed up uniform, brushing down the front of his trousers and pulling his blazer straight. All crisp lines, with golden buttons on dark blue.
He places a hand on Sho's head and gives Ohno a nod, “Have a good flight.”
“You too.”
*
As a pilot, Sho has a certain image to uphold. He has to portray strength, reliability and knowledge in his field so that his passengers feel comfortable with him in control. After all, he has hundreds of peoples lives in his hands, the least he can do is show them that he is competent and worthy to be in such a position. He never wants any one to worry, which is why is always encourages those who are interested to come see how things work in the cockpit.
Jun leans against the door way as Ohno explains his job to the gathered children, whilst Sho tries to keep a tall, energetic man from pushing anything he can get his hands on.
“What's this one do?” Sho grabs his wrist before he can press a button, his fingertip just grazing it as his hand is wrenched away.
“I just told you that's the intercom for the plane,” Sho reluctantly lets go of his wrist, now ridiculously paranoid that this guy will end up grounding the plane in his excitement.
Sho pinches the bridge of his nose and forces out a smile, “What's your name?”
“Aiba Masaki.” He flashes a peace sign and grins widely, his smile so warm it's almost enough to make Sho let him do what he wants. Almost. He's not stupid.
“Aiba-san, do you have an interest in planes?”
“Not really,” He replies, knocking his elbow into the side of Sho's head as he leans over again.
Sho turns to Jun, clearly distressed, and unashamedly desperate for help, “Please take him away.”
Luckily for Sho's sanity, Jun isn't quite as sadistic with him as he is with certain other people. It's a luxury that he regularly gets reminded of.
“Sir, why don't I take you back to your seat and bring you a drink?”
“Ok!” Jun leads Aiba away, one hand on the small of his back. Partly to genuinely keep him under control, but mainly to ease Sho's own frayed nerves.
Sho keeps an eye on the door, breathing a sigh of relief once Jun finally ushers everyone out.
“I seriously feared for our lives then,” Sho's hands hover over the control panel, mentally checking that every switch is in the right position and that nothing is flashing in warning.
“Slight exaggeration there Sho-kun.”
Sho wipes his forehead and holds his hand out to Ohno, “I'm sweating.”
“You're sweating.” Ohno says in wonder, backing away as best he can.
*
Jun follows the man back to his seat, which he promptly sprawls into at all odd angles that make Jun wince. His long legs somehow folded neatly, but not particularly comfortable looking, into the relatively small space. It's only a few hours into the flight, yet there's a pair of headphones hanging off the seat infront and various magazines scattered about. Frankly, Jun didn't expect anything less.
“I annoyed him didn't I?”
“Yes,” Jun pours Aiba some ice cold lemonade. He hates to think what would happen if he'd give him any alcohol.
Aiba bites at his bottom lip and plays with his fingers, jerking his leg up and down. Jun eyes the man's somewhat more subdued behaviour and feels a twinge of guilt. He never did anything wrong, and Jun can think of a dozen other types of passengers he'd rather not have to deal with. Happy, friendly young men aren't usually something that makes him hate his job.
“Well maybe not so much annoyed him, as gave him a mild heart attack,” Jun amends with a soft smile, handing over the clear plastic cup and putting the half-full bottle on the small fold out table.
“I can understand that,” Aiba laughs, ducking his head and looking up through his fringe. “Sorry.”
“Don't worry yourself about it.”
Jun throws a couple of packets of sweets and chocolate bars down into Aiba's lap, who looks up slight confusion.
“For you and your friend, when he wakes up.”
Jun points to the sleeping figure next to Aiba. A man with black hair, large full lips, elvish ears and a forgotten DS just barely being held onto in a loose grip. Aiba pats his knee affectionately, sporting an absolutely soppy smile as he does so that warms Jun's heart.
“Thanks,” Aiba laughs loudly with delight. A husky, but somewhat squeaky, noise that makes him sound out of breath. Jun thinks it's utterly endearing.
*
Sho slides his sunglasses up onto his head, blinking widely to adjust his eyes to the bright expanse of blue infront of him.
It's been a perfect flight, not a cloud in the sky and minimal turbulence. You could never ask for anything more considering all the thousand of things that could go wrong, however big or small.
Yet, he feels restless. Playing 'I spy' with Ohno can only ever go so far and there's never really a great deal to see. Things can get somewhat redundant.
He shifts in his seat, making it squeak underneath his legs and finally gives in.
“Nino, I'm leaving Ohno in charge for a few. Just taking a quick toilet break,” He waits for a 'roger that' over his head set before taking them off and slipping away to leave his co pilot in charge.
Though not his favourite choice of a destination, but then again there isn't much to choose from on a plane, the toilet is a welcome escape. It gives him room for a much needed breather. He splashes some water onto his face, patting at his cheeks and rubbing his eyes to perk himself up a bit.
With thoughts a million miles away, he jumps involuntary when the door creaks opens, just enough for a body to squeeze through.
“You should of knocked. It could of been anyone in here,” Sho hisses as he pulls Jun in, making sure to lock the door behind him as the other man rolls his eyes.
“I did see you come in you know, I'm not an idiot.”
Sho's about to reply when he's pushed back against the sink awkwardly, the white basin digging into his spine and making him arch backwards over it. Jun makes fast work of loosening Sho's tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, immediately latching his mouth onto his neck. Sho tilts his head back and grips at the sink as Jun trails up his throat, eventually makes his way up to his lips.
Sho slides his hands round to Jun's backside and pulls him in even closer as they kiss; desperate, hot and slightly messy. The small space is hardly adequate to fumble about in, but it's not the first time they've had to make do, so they manoeuvre themselves around with relative ease.
Sho begins to pop open the buttons on Jun's blazer when his hands are batted away, “I'll get in trouble.”
“And I wont?”
“Nobody sees you. Half my job is to just look pretty.”
Sho wants to protest. Jun works ridiculously hard and though he does have to maintain a certain level of appearance, his job has him looking after people for hours on end. Calming down nervous passengers, making them comfortable and secure. Even having to deal with less than pleasant situations involving sick or slightly rowdy customers far to happy with the prospect of an attractive guy having to wait on them.
“But I'm the pilot, I need to look decent too,” Sho's pout goes unnoticed as Jun concentrates on unbuckling his belt and tugging out his shirt.
“You moan about this every time Sho-chan,” He touches his forehand to Sho's, “Which frankly, bemuses me.” Jun smirks as his hand drags down Sho's stomach and disappears down the front of his trousers.
Sho is already half-hard when Jun's fingers wrap around him. All it takes is a few small strokes by talented fingers before Sho's breath starts to sound laboured and his cheeks take on a pink tinge.
Concious to not mess up Jun's uniform, Sho runs his hands through Jun's hair. Despite the small sound of annoyance from the other man as he does so, and the smack he may get later, the need to touch Jun outweighs anything else. He swipes his tongue across Jun's bottom lip and into his mouth and the younger man relents, losing track of anything else other than Sho's taste and feel of him sliding through his palm.
Jun grips at Sho's hip with his free hand to try and stop the other man from sagging onto him as he picks up pace. The friction lessened by the precome that Jun smears down the length of Sho's cock from the head.
Jun drags two fingers along the underside of Sho's erection, tracing the path of the vein with familiarity. Sho's breath soon hitches and he mumbles a string of unintelligible words against Jun's lips as he comes with a shudder.
He falls heavily onto the toilet, body pleasantly tingly and legs shaky. Jun cleans himself up at the sink before throwing Sho some tissue and giving himself another once over on the mirror.
“My hair look ok?” He fluffs his hair, parting the layers between his fingers.
“Perfect,” Sho eventually pulls himself to his feet, regardless of how his limbs scream in protest, and tucks his shirt back into his trousers.
“I'll bring you and Ohno-kun something to eat soon.”
“I look forward to it,” Sho grins as Jun kisses him quickly one last time before disappearing just as quietly as he came. After all, neither of them can afford to be distracted for too long.
Sho follows a few minutes later, poking his head out the door before quickly making his way back to the front of the plane. He flops back down into his seat, immediately fixing his headset back in place and scanning the various small screens dotted in front of him to make sure everything is as he left it.
“Feeling better?” Ohno turns to face him, cocking his head slightly.
“You know he is,” Nino's voice crackles over the headset. “How is Jun, Sho-chan?”
Sho pointedly ignores him.
“Alright for some,” Ohno sighs dejectedly.
*
“Stealthy,” Jin slides an arm around Jun's shoulders. “I'm impressed.”
Jun shakes him off with a frown, busying himself with filling up the trolley with hot food. It's chicken curry today, with an apple crumble for dessert, surprisingly nice for airline food.
“You look so composed,” Ryo adds, leaning into his side. “I'm jealous of your acting skills."
Jin nods exaggerately as he tries to squeeze back in next to Jun, “I agree, not many can pull off an air of normality after giving their boyfriend a-”
"Shut up, the both of you," Jun snaps, rolling the trolley over Jin's foot and making his way off down the aisle.
*
Ohno stretches his arms high above his head until he hears a few cracks, “My back is killing me.”
“I've told you before that you slouch too much,” Sho says as he waits for Ohno to grudgingly pull himself to his feet.
Sho thanks the various stewards and stewardesses cleaning up as they make their way down the aisle of the plane. He skims his finger tips along the tops of the seats, nails scratching at and catching on the material. He always feels a fantastic state of euphoria after landing. Even after all these years, he still can't help but prefer his feet being on solid ground. No matter how much he loves his job and how annoying the teasing from Nino is, and always will be.
Jun is still standing at the exit after seeing off the last of the passengers and bows as they both approach. Appearance still pristine, not at all betraying the long hours on his feet.
“Got some free time?” Sho takes a step back to allow Ohno to walk through in between them and out of the plane.
“A little,” Jun says tiredly. Up close Sho can see the slight puffiness to his eyes and marvels at how Jun manages to keep on going at full force, even when he's obviously running low of fuel.
Sho offers his arm which Jun pushes away with a snort, instead deciding to lace his fingers between Sho's and tug him along out after Ohno.
All in a days work.
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: R
Summary: A flight in the life of.
Notes: Cheesy and just a little bit of fun ;D Birthday pressie for quartered. Happy 20th, love you forever and a day~♥ I hope you like this. AU, un-beta'd and a little rushed. Sorry about that, just wanted to get it up on time.
Sho's pretty sure this appeals to some sort of fetish he never knew he had before entering this profession; having Jun sitting on his lap in the cockpit as he shows him the control panel of the airplane. Just the situation alone is enough to make him flush, full of innuendo as he guides Jun's hand into the proper position on a joystick.
Jun looks over his shoulder at Sho, eyes sparkling with mirth. Not that he's complaining of course, seeing as this is clearly all for his benefit. He buries his face in Jun's back to smother his chuckles and hugs him tight around the waist.
The door to the pilots compartment slides open and Ohno wanders in. He yawns widely, a styrofoam cup of coffee gripped tightly in one hand and paying virtually no mind to the couple, not even giving them a second glance.
“You should get going Jun-kun, boarding is in ten minutes,” He arranges himself in his seat before leaning back, awaiting for when he actually has to do move and something. Obviously having been in a rush to work that morning if the state of his tie, knotted haphazardly, is any indication. Sho's fingers already itch to fix it.
Jun hops off Sho's lap and takes a few moments to sort out his slightly mussed up uniform, brushing down the front of his trousers and pulling his blazer straight. All crisp lines, with golden buttons on dark blue.
He places a hand on Sho's head and gives Ohno a nod, “Have a good flight.”
“You too.”
*
As a pilot, Sho has a certain image to uphold. He has to portray strength, reliability and knowledge in his field so that his passengers feel comfortable with him in control. After all, he has hundreds of peoples lives in his hands, the least he can do is show them that he is competent and worthy to be in such a position. He never wants any one to worry, which is why is always encourages those who are interested to come see how things work in the cockpit.
Jun leans against the door way as Ohno explains his job to the gathered children, whilst Sho tries to keep a tall, energetic man from pushing anything he can get his hands on.
“What's this one do?” Sho grabs his wrist before he can press a button, his fingertip just grazing it as his hand is wrenched away.
“I just told you that's the intercom for the plane,” Sho reluctantly lets go of his wrist, now ridiculously paranoid that this guy will end up grounding the plane in his excitement.
Sho pinches the bridge of his nose and forces out a smile, “What's your name?”
“Aiba Masaki.” He flashes a peace sign and grins widely, his smile so warm it's almost enough to make Sho let him do what he wants. Almost. He's not stupid.
“Aiba-san, do you have an interest in planes?”
“Not really,” He replies, knocking his elbow into the side of Sho's head as he leans over again.
Sho turns to Jun, clearly distressed, and unashamedly desperate for help, “Please take him away.”
Luckily for Sho's sanity, Jun isn't quite as sadistic with him as he is with certain other people. It's a luxury that he regularly gets reminded of.
“Sir, why don't I take you back to your seat and bring you a drink?”
“Ok!” Jun leads Aiba away, one hand on the small of his back. Partly to genuinely keep him under control, but mainly to ease Sho's own frayed nerves.
Sho keeps an eye on the door, breathing a sigh of relief once Jun finally ushers everyone out.
“I seriously feared for our lives then,” Sho's hands hover over the control panel, mentally checking that every switch is in the right position and that nothing is flashing in warning.
“Slight exaggeration there Sho-kun.”
Sho wipes his forehead and holds his hand out to Ohno, “I'm sweating.”
“You're sweating.” Ohno says in wonder, backing away as best he can.
*
Jun follows the man back to his seat, which he promptly sprawls into at all odd angles that make Jun wince. His long legs somehow folded neatly, but not particularly comfortable looking, into the relatively small space. It's only a few hours into the flight, yet there's a pair of headphones hanging off the seat infront and various magazines scattered about. Frankly, Jun didn't expect anything less.
“I annoyed him didn't I?”
“Yes,” Jun pours Aiba some ice cold lemonade. He hates to think what would happen if he'd give him any alcohol.
Aiba bites at his bottom lip and plays with his fingers, jerking his leg up and down. Jun eyes the man's somewhat more subdued behaviour and feels a twinge of guilt. He never did anything wrong, and Jun can think of a dozen other types of passengers he'd rather not have to deal with. Happy, friendly young men aren't usually something that makes him hate his job.
“Well maybe not so much annoyed him, as gave him a mild heart attack,” Jun amends with a soft smile, handing over the clear plastic cup and putting the half-full bottle on the small fold out table.
“I can understand that,” Aiba laughs, ducking his head and looking up through his fringe. “Sorry.”
“Don't worry yourself about it.”
Jun throws a couple of packets of sweets and chocolate bars down into Aiba's lap, who looks up slight confusion.
“For you and your friend, when he wakes up.”
Jun points to the sleeping figure next to Aiba. A man with black hair, large full lips, elvish ears and a forgotten DS just barely being held onto in a loose grip. Aiba pats his knee affectionately, sporting an absolutely soppy smile as he does so that warms Jun's heart.
“Thanks,” Aiba laughs loudly with delight. A husky, but somewhat squeaky, noise that makes him sound out of breath. Jun thinks it's utterly endearing.
*
Sho slides his sunglasses up onto his head, blinking widely to adjust his eyes to the bright expanse of blue infront of him.
It's been a perfect flight, not a cloud in the sky and minimal turbulence. You could never ask for anything more considering all the thousand of things that could go wrong, however big or small.
Yet, he feels restless. Playing 'I spy' with Ohno can only ever go so far and there's never really a great deal to see. Things can get somewhat redundant.
He shifts in his seat, making it squeak underneath his legs and finally gives in.
“Nino, I'm leaving Ohno in charge for a few. Just taking a quick toilet break,” He waits for a 'roger that' over his head set before taking them off and slipping away to leave his co pilot in charge.
Though not his favourite choice of a destination, but then again there isn't much to choose from on a plane, the toilet is a welcome escape. It gives him room for a much needed breather. He splashes some water onto his face, patting at his cheeks and rubbing his eyes to perk himself up a bit.
With thoughts a million miles away, he jumps involuntary when the door creaks opens, just enough for a body to squeeze through.
“You should of knocked. It could of been anyone in here,” Sho hisses as he pulls Jun in, making sure to lock the door behind him as the other man rolls his eyes.
“I did see you come in you know, I'm not an idiot.”
Sho's about to reply when he's pushed back against the sink awkwardly, the white basin digging into his spine and making him arch backwards over it. Jun makes fast work of loosening Sho's tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, immediately latching his mouth onto his neck. Sho tilts his head back and grips at the sink as Jun trails up his throat, eventually makes his way up to his lips.
Sho slides his hands round to Jun's backside and pulls him in even closer as they kiss; desperate, hot and slightly messy. The small space is hardly adequate to fumble about in, but it's not the first time they've had to make do, so they manoeuvre themselves around with relative ease.
Sho begins to pop open the buttons on Jun's blazer when his hands are batted away, “I'll get in trouble.”
“And I wont?”
“Nobody sees you. Half my job is to just look pretty.”
Sho wants to protest. Jun works ridiculously hard and though he does have to maintain a certain level of appearance, his job has him looking after people for hours on end. Calming down nervous passengers, making them comfortable and secure. Even having to deal with less than pleasant situations involving sick or slightly rowdy customers far to happy with the prospect of an attractive guy having to wait on them.
“But I'm the pilot, I need to look decent too,” Sho's pout goes unnoticed as Jun concentrates on unbuckling his belt and tugging out his shirt.
“You moan about this every time Sho-chan,” He touches his forehand to Sho's, “Which frankly, bemuses me.” Jun smirks as his hand drags down Sho's stomach and disappears down the front of his trousers.
Sho is already half-hard when Jun's fingers wrap around him. All it takes is a few small strokes by talented fingers before Sho's breath starts to sound laboured and his cheeks take on a pink tinge.
Concious to not mess up Jun's uniform, Sho runs his hands through Jun's hair. Despite the small sound of annoyance from the other man as he does so, and the smack he may get later, the need to touch Jun outweighs anything else. He swipes his tongue across Jun's bottom lip and into his mouth and the younger man relents, losing track of anything else other than Sho's taste and feel of him sliding through his palm.
Jun grips at Sho's hip with his free hand to try and stop the other man from sagging onto him as he picks up pace. The friction lessened by the precome that Jun smears down the length of Sho's cock from the head.
Jun drags two fingers along the underside of Sho's erection, tracing the path of the vein with familiarity. Sho's breath soon hitches and he mumbles a string of unintelligible words against Jun's lips as he comes with a shudder.
He falls heavily onto the toilet, body pleasantly tingly and legs shaky. Jun cleans himself up at the sink before throwing Sho some tissue and giving himself another once over on the mirror.
“My hair look ok?” He fluffs his hair, parting the layers between his fingers.
“Perfect,” Sho eventually pulls himself to his feet, regardless of how his limbs scream in protest, and tucks his shirt back into his trousers.
“I'll bring you and Ohno-kun something to eat soon.”
“I look forward to it,” Sho grins as Jun kisses him quickly one last time before disappearing just as quietly as he came. After all, neither of them can afford to be distracted for too long.
Sho follows a few minutes later, poking his head out the door before quickly making his way back to the front of the plane. He flops back down into his seat, immediately fixing his headset back in place and scanning the various small screens dotted in front of him to make sure everything is as he left it.
“Feeling better?” Ohno turns to face him, cocking his head slightly.
“You know he is,” Nino's voice crackles over the headset. “How is Jun, Sho-chan?”
Sho pointedly ignores him.
“Alright for some,” Ohno sighs dejectedly.
*
“Stealthy,” Jin slides an arm around Jun's shoulders. “I'm impressed.”
Jun shakes him off with a frown, busying himself with filling up the trolley with hot food. It's chicken curry today, with an apple crumble for dessert, surprisingly nice for airline food.
“You look so composed,” Ryo adds, leaning into his side. “I'm jealous of your acting skills."
Jin nods exaggerately as he tries to squeeze back in next to Jun, “I agree, not many can pull off an air of normality after giving their boyfriend a-”
"Shut up, the both of you," Jun snaps, rolling the trolley over Jin's foot and making his way off down the aisle.
*
Ohno stretches his arms high above his head until he hears a few cracks, “My back is killing me.”
“I've told you before that you slouch too much,” Sho says as he waits for Ohno to grudgingly pull himself to his feet.
Sho thanks the various stewards and stewardesses cleaning up as they make their way down the aisle of the plane. He skims his finger tips along the tops of the seats, nails scratching at and catching on the material. He always feels a fantastic state of euphoria after landing. Even after all these years, he still can't help but prefer his feet being on solid ground. No matter how much he loves his job and how annoying the teasing from Nino is, and always will be.
Jun is still standing at the exit after seeing off the last of the passengers and bows as they both approach. Appearance still pristine, not at all betraying the long hours on his feet.
“Got some free time?” Sho takes a step back to allow Ohno to walk through in between them and out of the plane.
“A little,” Jun says tiredly. Up close Sho can see the slight puffiness to his eyes and marvels at how Jun manages to keep on going at full force, even when he's obviously running low of fuel.
Sho offers his arm which Jun pushes away with a snort, instead deciding to lace his fingers between Sho's and tug him along out after Ohno.
All in a days work.