Fic: Flying High Murata/Yuuri NC-17 ep61
This is similar to the episode 60 based fic I did called "Moonlight", only it's based on episode 61. So, just alike, only different.
Title: Flying High
Pairing: Murata/Yuuri, Rodriguez/Conrad if you squint. I mean *really* squint.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: MuraKen, Yuuri, Conrad, Dr Rodriguez, Wolfram
Chapters: Oneshot
Summary: It's sort of a 'missing scene' type thing from episode 61 where the boys are flying to Switzerland to meet Bob. Yuuri and Murata amuse themselves on the long flight. Conrad and Rodriguez try not to stare.
Warnings: None, except for a bit of somewhat graphic sex, and a bit of fluff. And perhaps the abuse of airline blankets.
"Miss? Could we get a blanket, please?"
The flight attendant smiled as she handed Murata the blanket. Murata shot back a million-watt smile as he took it from her.
"Thank you very much," he replied. In his seat, Yuuri twitched.
Murata unfolded the newly aquired blanket and shook it out, then paused.
"Want to share, Shibuya?" he said, eyes full of mischeif. Yuuri gritted his teeth, the word "no" already forming on his lips. But he was a bit chilly, and he'd been the one who asked for the blanket, so technically it was his. Also, the blanket was big enough for both of them, with room to spare. Begrudingly, he allowed Murata to spread the blanket over them.
A few minutes later, Murata's hand shot up again.
"Miss, could we please get a drink?"
"Miss? We'd like a magazine, please!"
After several more requests from Murata's end, Yuuri had had enough.
"Oi, Murata," he muttered, his eyebrow twitching.
Suddenly, Murata was disturbingly quiet. And then, Yuuri felt his warm breath against his ear.
"Don't be jealous, Shibuya," Murata whispered. "I'm sure she's not nearly as good a kisser as you are."
Yuuri blushed, whipping his head around to make a snide remark. He didn't realize how close in proximity his and Murata's heads were, and so as he turned to face him, their lips brushed.
"Besides," Murata said, his lips still touching Yuuri's, "I wouldn't want to kiss anyone but you."
Yuuri's eyes went wide, flustered to hear such things coming from his best friend's mouth. He quickly turned to face front and centre.
****
As he had done every ten minutes since they had arrived on Earth, Conrad glanced over at Yuuri to make sure that he was all right. What he saw caused him to blink several times to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him; Yuuri and Geika were sitting extremely close together, their lips barely touching. Yuuri was flushed, his eyes indignant. Geika's lips were moving; he was saying something.
As he strained to read Geika's lips, Conrad was suddenly aware of a sharp elbow digging into his ribs. He looked over at Rodrigez. The doctor was staring at the back of his seat as though it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. There was a smirk on his face.
"Don't stare," he whispered to Conrad, "you'll scare them."
Conrad blushed slightly, and tried to focus on the view from the window.
Dr Rodriguez just smirked.
****
It had been half an hour since Murata had last flagged the flight attendant down to ask for something, and the entire plane was happy about that. Yuuri's irritation was fading away, and he found himself drifting off to sleep; that is, until he felt a warm pressure on his knee.
He opened his eyes. Under the blanket, he could see the hand moving slowly up his leg. Turning quickly toward Murata, he opened his mouth to say something, but the boy was smiling innocently, apparently at the bald head of the man in front of him.
Murata's hand kept travelling upwards, sliding with purpose to Yuuri's inner thigh. Yuuri felt his breath hitch, his face hot. Then, as Murata reached his destination, Yuuri sat straight up, swallowing a gasp.
Murata looked at Yuuri from the corner of his eyes. Yuuri's eyes met his, desire, irritation, and shock mingling together.
"Murata!" Yuuri hissed. What on earth was Murata doing? Of all the places he could think of that were not appropriate for this kind of thing, here on an airplane surrounded by his friends took number one on Yuuri's chart. But he did not pull away from the touch as Murata continued to rub him through his jeans.
Never stopping, Murata looked over. "Hmm?" He said, as though he had no idea what Yuuri could possibly be upset about.
"Murata, this is not...." he was cut off by the feeling of Murata's hand moving upward, tugging at the zipper of his jeans, working it down slowly but surely.
"Isn't what, Shibuya?" Murata said quietly, his face carefully blank, that silly smile still plastered to his lips. Yuuri wanted to wipe that expression off his face. How could he act so nonchalant while doing what he was doing to Yuuri?
After Murata finished with the zipper, he began on the button, which was a bit harder to do with only one hand. He managed it, however, with only a bit of fumbling, and slipped his hand into Yuuri's trousers. Yuuri squirmed slightly, hoping that it was not enough to attract attention. Murata increased the pressure, his talented fingers sliding over the underside of Yuuri's swiftly hardening cock.
This was not fair, Yuuri thought as he bit his lip, stifling the moan that threatened to find its way out of the back of his throat. As irritated as he was aroused, Yuuri reached over and thrust his hand between Murata's legs.
To Yuuri's great satisfaction, Murata's eyes went wide in surprise. Smirking, Yuuri began to rub in circular motions, keeping time with Murata as he teased Yuuri's cock before wrapping his fingers around it and thrusting down.
Discovering that Yuuri was having difficulty undoing his trousers, Murata removed his hand from Yuuri just long enough to quickly unbutton and unzip, allowing Yuuri's roaming hand access to his already quite hard member.
Yuuri's eyes were half lidded as he slouched in his chair, Murata's long, thin fingers alternately tracing the head of his cock and then sliding his fist down slowly. Yuuri found himself wishing that it was Murata's mouth around his cock and not just his hand, and was slightly surprised at the idea.
Doing the best he could with what limited knowledge he possessed, Yuuri carefully stroked Murata's member, running his finger down the underside until he reached Murata's balls. Yuuri carefully took them into his palm, rolling them slightly, remembering how good it felt when he did the same to himself. Then he slid his hand back up again, taking Murata into his firm grasp.
Murata's lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes heavy and his face very flushed, and Yuuri suspected that he looked the same.
They stroked each other to the same pace; in long, slow movements, with Yuuri paying special attention to Murata's balls, and Murata doing unbearably pleasurable things to Yuuri's purpling head. Yuuri was having a very difficult time not crying out, and Murata wasn't doing much better. His breath was uneven, and Yuuri was even more aroused by the knowledge that he was flustering the normally unshakable Murata Ken, wiping the smile away from that ever happy face.
And then Murata captured Yuuri's eyes. Yuuri did gasp then, almost inaudibly, at the look in Murata's eyes. Desire, happiness, and love entertwined and mingled in his best friend's gaze, his intense stare made that much more intense by the emotions captured inside.
Yuuri knew, right then, as he held Murata's gaze, the same emotions displayed in his eyes for all to see, that this was right. He didn't understand it, but it was. And despite the knowledge that it would end, and soon, Yuuri wished fervently that it wouldn't.
The heat from his best friend's look and the rhythmic, delicious pressure between his legs was too much to bear a second longer. Yuuri came hard in Murata's hands, willing ever fibre of his being not to allow his hips to thrust.
Murata came seconds later; the only noticable sign of his climax was a hitch in his slightly erratic breathing. They stared at each other for a while longer, as they caught their breaths. Murata mangaged a warm smile, which Yuuri returned with considerably more gusto.
Wiping their hands on the blanket, the two tucked themselves back into their trousers. Just as they finished, the flight attendant's voice came over the intercom.
"Attention ladies and gentleman. We will be landing in Switzerland shortly. Please return your tray tables to their upright and locked position, and turn off all mobile and wireless devices. Thank you."
"Oh, thank god." Wolfram said from a few rows back, his face slightly green.
"So," said Rodriguez, whispering conspiratorily to Conrad, "it seems the sun and the moon are really much more close in orbit than we thought."
Conrad nodded, trying desperately to wipe the bright red blush off his cheeks. He had suspected that something was going on between those two, but still, to be so brazen about it...that had to have been Geika's idea, Conrad thought.
Conrad watched Murata and Yuuri as they exited the plane. Murata smiled and waved at the flight attendant. "Bye, Miss! Thanks for the excellent treatment! I hope we meet again!"
The doctor supressed a laugh as Yuuri jammed his elbow into Murata's side.
"Shut up, Murata."
"You know, I think she liked me."
Murata smiled at him impishly, and Yuuri rolled his eyes before allowing him a little smile in return.
As they followed their charges, the two older men fell into a comfortable silence.
"Ah, I guess it's just fate," Rodriguez said, after a while, a happy grin on his face.
Conrad smiled back. "I guess so."
Title: Flying High
Pairing: Murata/Yuuri, Rodriguez/Conrad if you squint. I mean *really* squint.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: MuraKen, Yuuri, Conrad, Dr Rodriguez, Wolfram
Chapters: Oneshot
Summary: It's sort of a 'missing scene' type thing from episode 61 where the boys are flying to Switzerland to meet Bob. Yuuri and Murata amuse themselves on the long flight. Conrad and Rodriguez try not to stare.
Warnings: None, except for a bit of somewhat graphic sex, and a bit of fluff. And perhaps the abuse of airline blankets.
"Miss? Could we get a blanket, please?"
The flight attendant smiled as she handed Murata the blanket. Murata shot back a million-watt smile as he took it from her.
"Thank you very much," he replied. In his seat, Yuuri twitched.
Murata unfolded the newly aquired blanket and shook it out, then paused.
"Want to share, Shibuya?" he said, eyes full of mischeif. Yuuri gritted his teeth, the word "no" already forming on his lips. But he was a bit chilly, and he'd been the one who asked for the blanket, so technically it was his. Also, the blanket was big enough for both of them, with room to spare. Begrudingly, he allowed Murata to spread the blanket over them.
A few minutes later, Murata's hand shot up again.
"Miss, could we please get a drink?"
"Miss? We'd like a magazine, please!"
After several more requests from Murata's end, Yuuri had had enough.
"Oi, Murata," he muttered, his eyebrow twitching.
Suddenly, Murata was disturbingly quiet. And then, Yuuri felt his warm breath against his ear.
"Don't be jealous, Shibuya," Murata whispered. "I'm sure she's not nearly as good a kisser as you are."
Yuuri blushed, whipping his head around to make a snide remark. He didn't realize how close in proximity his and Murata's heads were, and so as he turned to face him, their lips brushed.
"Besides," Murata said, his lips still touching Yuuri's, "I wouldn't want to kiss anyone but you."
Yuuri's eyes went wide, flustered to hear such things coming from his best friend's mouth. He quickly turned to face front and centre.
****
As he had done every ten minutes since they had arrived on Earth, Conrad glanced over at Yuuri to make sure that he was all right. What he saw caused him to blink several times to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him; Yuuri and Geika were sitting extremely close together, their lips barely touching. Yuuri was flushed, his eyes indignant. Geika's lips were moving; he was saying something.
As he strained to read Geika's lips, Conrad was suddenly aware of a sharp elbow digging into his ribs. He looked over at Rodrigez. The doctor was staring at the back of his seat as though it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. There was a smirk on his face.
"Don't stare," he whispered to Conrad, "you'll scare them."
Conrad blushed slightly, and tried to focus on the view from the window.
Dr Rodriguez just smirked.
****
It had been half an hour since Murata had last flagged the flight attendant down to ask for something, and the entire plane was happy about that. Yuuri's irritation was fading away, and he found himself drifting off to sleep; that is, until he felt a warm pressure on his knee.
He opened his eyes. Under the blanket, he could see the hand moving slowly up his leg. Turning quickly toward Murata, he opened his mouth to say something, but the boy was smiling innocently, apparently at the bald head of the man in front of him.
Murata's hand kept travelling upwards, sliding with purpose to Yuuri's inner thigh. Yuuri felt his breath hitch, his face hot. Then, as Murata reached his destination, Yuuri sat straight up, swallowing a gasp.
Murata looked at Yuuri from the corner of his eyes. Yuuri's eyes met his, desire, irritation, and shock mingling together.
"Murata!" Yuuri hissed. What on earth was Murata doing? Of all the places he could think of that were not appropriate for this kind of thing, here on an airplane surrounded by his friends took number one on Yuuri's chart. But he did not pull away from the touch as Murata continued to rub him through his jeans.
Never stopping, Murata looked over. "Hmm?" He said, as though he had no idea what Yuuri could possibly be upset about.
"Murata, this is not...." he was cut off by the feeling of Murata's hand moving upward, tugging at the zipper of his jeans, working it down slowly but surely.
"Isn't what, Shibuya?" Murata said quietly, his face carefully blank, that silly smile still plastered to his lips. Yuuri wanted to wipe that expression off his face. How could he act so nonchalant while doing what he was doing to Yuuri?
After Murata finished with the zipper, he began on the button, which was a bit harder to do with only one hand. He managed it, however, with only a bit of fumbling, and slipped his hand into Yuuri's trousers. Yuuri squirmed slightly, hoping that it was not enough to attract attention. Murata increased the pressure, his talented fingers sliding over the underside of Yuuri's swiftly hardening cock.
This was not fair, Yuuri thought as he bit his lip, stifling the moan that threatened to find its way out of the back of his throat. As irritated as he was aroused, Yuuri reached over and thrust his hand between Murata's legs.
To Yuuri's great satisfaction, Murata's eyes went wide in surprise. Smirking, Yuuri began to rub in circular motions, keeping time with Murata as he teased Yuuri's cock before wrapping his fingers around it and thrusting down.
Discovering that Yuuri was having difficulty undoing his trousers, Murata removed his hand from Yuuri just long enough to quickly unbutton and unzip, allowing Yuuri's roaming hand access to his already quite hard member.
Yuuri's eyes were half lidded as he slouched in his chair, Murata's long, thin fingers alternately tracing the head of his cock and then sliding his fist down slowly. Yuuri found himself wishing that it was Murata's mouth around his cock and not just his hand, and was slightly surprised at the idea.
Doing the best he could with what limited knowledge he possessed, Yuuri carefully stroked Murata's member, running his finger down the underside until he reached Murata's balls. Yuuri carefully took them into his palm, rolling them slightly, remembering how good it felt when he did the same to himself. Then he slid his hand back up again, taking Murata into his firm grasp.
Murata's lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes heavy and his face very flushed, and Yuuri suspected that he looked the same.
They stroked each other to the same pace; in long, slow movements, with Yuuri paying special attention to Murata's balls, and Murata doing unbearably pleasurable things to Yuuri's purpling head. Yuuri was having a very difficult time not crying out, and Murata wasn't doing much better. His breath was uneven, and Yuuri was even more aroused by the knowledge that he was flustering the normally unshakable Murata Ken, wiping the smile away from that ever happy face.
And then Murata captured Yuuri's eyes. Yuuri did gasp then, almost inaudibly, at the look in Murata's eyes. Desire, happiness, and love entertwined and mingled in his best friend's gaze, his intense stare made that much more intense by the emotions captured inside.
Yuuri knew, right then, as he held Murata's gaze, the same emotions displayed in his eyes for all to see, that this was right. He didn't understand it, but it was. And despite the knowledge that it would end, and soon, Yuuri wished fervently that it wouldn't.
The heat from his best friend's look and the rhythmic, delicious pressure between his legs was too much to bear a second longer. Yuuri came hard in Murata's hands, willing ever fibre of his being not to allow his hips to thrust.
Murata came seconds later; the only noticable sign of his climax was a hitch in his slightly erratic breathing. They stared at each other for a while longer, as they caught their breaths. Murata mangaged a warm smile, which Yuuri returned with considerably more gusto.
Wiping their hands on the blanket, the two tucked themselves back into their trousers. Just as they finished, the flight attendant's voice came over the intercom.
"Attention ladies and gentleman. We will be landing in Switzerland shortly. Please return your tray tables to their upright and locked position, and turn off all mobile and wireless devices. Thank you."
"Oh, thank god." Wolfram said from a few rows back, his face slightly green.
"So," said Rodriguez, whispering conspiratorily to Conrad, "it seems the sun and the moon are really much more close in orbit than we thought."
Conrad nodded, trying desperately to wipe the bright red blush off his cheeks. He had suspected that something was going on between those two, but still, to be so brazen about it...that had to have been Geika's idea, Conrad thought.
Conrad watched Murata and Yuuri as they exited the plane. Murata smiled and waved at the flight attendant. "Bye, Miss! Thanks for the excellent treatment! I hope we meet again!"
The doctor supressed a laugh as Yuuri jammed his elbow into Murata's side.
"Shut up, Murata."
"You know, I think she liked me."
Murata smiled at him impishly, and Yuuri rolled his eyes before allowing him a little smile in return.
As they followed their charges, the two older men fell into a comfortable silence.
"Ah, I guess it's just fate," Rodriguez said, after a while, a happy grin on his face.
Conrad smiled back. "I guess so."