Critical Eleven
From: raindeerbi
Title: Critical Eleven
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21,000
Prompt: resfeber: The restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins. When anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.
Warning/s: daddykink, acrophobia
Soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/raindeerbi/critical-eleven
He stood there, watching his baby through the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Hand slipped inside the pocket of black slacks, while the other flanking the hat to his hip. The men surrounded her round pairs of feet, merely a specks compared to her gargantuan entity. After 7 years of his life as a committed pilot, she’s his ultimate favorite, loving the way she moves beneath his control, so agile, so alive. So beautiful.
The sunset reflected her sleek body through the Ray Ban Aviator Black just above his perfectly pointed nose. The brunette hair and crisp black suit with four gold lines circled around the forearms complimented his coagulated features screaming elegant, attractive, and strong about his existence.
“Captain Oh!”
He pivoted on his heels to the source of voice. He saw Jongin strode closer with identical suit as him, except there was only three gold stripes lined the forearm sleeves, this time he wore the hat, sometimes he’s too lazy for even put the hat, because it might ruined his perfectly styled hair, he reasoned once Sehun told him to wear it instead of spinning the thing around his index finger like some pro basketball player, they’re a pilot for god’s sakes.
The tan male stopped in front of Sehun, showing his white pearl teeth as a charming smile, however the latter wouldn’t fall for the charm like it did to anyone else. “Sehun, he’s our new Chinese partner, Luhan.” He stepped aside to reveal a doe-like eyes boy staring at him with a shyness lingered within those beautiful hazel orbs.
The pilot wouldn’t know if he was standing behind Jongin all the time if he didn’t step aside, because of his small, delicate figure. A honey brown hair framed his face flawlessly, giving off a picture perfect of an innocent juvenile boy. He took off the Ray Ban to take a better look on the said boy. The Ray Ban clearly didn’t do justice to him. This beautiful creature was real. He kept his eyes lost in those hypnotizing orbs, as if drowning him into an endless abyss. He could feel something about him, yet he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Sehun quickly regained his composed self, smiling warmly towards Luhan, it was a different kind of smile he usually wore off on duty, a genuine one he rarely show, but the smaller male somehow, pulled it out from him unconsciously.
One.
“Welcome to Blue Sky, Luhan. I hope we can do a great job together.” The smaller male returned the smile while giving a slight bow to the pilot. “Thank you, captain. It’s a honor to be a part of Blue Sky.” It obviously wasn’t just his appearances only. Even his voice sounded flawless, soft and calm, just like him. He started to imagine how it would sound perfectly singing his name over and over while he fu-
“It’s a honor too to have a competent and attractive cabin crew like you, I think people might buy the tickets just to see you.” Jongin cut off his trail of thought with his cheesy flirting lines. He rolled his eyes inwardly, how greasy and disgusting. But the honey haired male sheepishly chuckling, he has a faint blush on both cheeks. The pilot loved it and hated it at the same time. He looked beyond beautiful that way, yet it wasn’t him who created it. How could a person he barely met like 10 minutes ago, makes him want to be the only reason of his happiness, to see him chuckling, blushing, and smiling on daily basis. It was strangely addictive.
Two.
“Thank you, captain Kim.” The steward bowed slightly towards Jongin, whose lips stretching to the limit, the pilot wondered whether he could rip his mouth by a rather creepy grin like that. The latter waved his hand off. “There’s no need such a formalities, Luhan. You’re even older than me. You can call me Jongin instead.” He said while showcasing his coy grin.
Never once in the life of Oh Sehun he wanted so badly to swipe that annoying grin off his face. He never gave a damn thing about it before, but however this time was an exception.
“Well, if you say so. Now, may I be excused?” he asked formally, even Jongin had said it wasn’t really necessary. What a polite boy. Wait- he’s older than Jongin? We’re in the same age. Hence, he’s older than me as well? How come with that face he’s twenties? That’s almost impossible.
“Sure. I’ll see you later.” The co-pilot replied, waving his hand. Luhan gave a simple smile before bowed, then off to the horde of his aircraft’s crew comrades not far from them. He didn’t wear the jacket, so Sehun could see his hips swaying as he walk, the slacks hugged the smaller’s leg immaculately up to his ass. He could already imagine what the thin fabric hid beneath, how soft it would feel under-
“He’s beautiful, doesn’t he?” His annoying best friend ruined the wonderful fantasy once again. The male groaned in frustration mentally. He turned to Jongin to give the most hateful stare he could muster, but the latter’s gaze fixed on the certain male whose eyes sparkling as he talked and laughed at something his colleague said. For a moment, he felt like the world stopped spinning as a flutter of butterflies wings tickling his stomach in a peculiar way. A new feeling he never had before. Does it mean something?
Three.
His sharp jaw clenched shut, averting his gaze to the male next to him. The latter’s could feel the intense gaze on him, dragging his focus to Sehun instead of the beautiful boy across. “Stop playing, Kim Jongin.” The pilot put the hat above his brunette hair before walked to the gate where his precious baby was.
Kim Jongin just knew whenever Oh Sehun called him with his real name instead of Kai - like he usually did since their summer vacation to Bali in high school, because Jongin was expert in aquatics, and that was how he got his tan complexion. He said Kai meant ‘ocean’ in Japanese, which suit him perfectly - and he started to feel bad about it.
11
“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen this is Captain Oh Sehun speaking. We like to welcome you onboard in this Blue Sky Boeing 777-300ER flight to Seoul. Flight duration is around 2 hours 5 minutes and we are expecting a fairly smooth flight today. Once again we thank you for choosing to fly with us and we hope you enjoy your flight.”
A bead of cold sweat trickled down his temple, while wringing the fingers on top his thighs. He got the seatbelt secured tightly. It was almost hundred times he went through the same routine, but he never get used to it, anymore.
“Prepare to take off.”
He could feel the engine began to roar louder in few minutes, exerting itself to fly. The steward took a deep breath. It’s okay, Luhan. It’s going to be okay. You’ll be fine.
He chanted the words like a mantra. Both eyes closed as the plane swept off from the airstrip, floating to the dusk sky. His muscle began to relax with the stability of the plane. The pilot just turned off the seatbelt sign. He let out a relief breath he held unconsciously, then unbuckling the seatbelt. His backhand wiped the sweats off the temple. See? You’re fine, Luhan.
11
The steward began to push the meal cart towards the First Class aisle, but before he could pull it out from the galley, Krystal blocked his way. “Luhan, stop.”
He cocked an eyebrow slightly, indicating his bewilderment. “What’s up, Krys?” he asked rather curiously. The stewardess kept her eyes locked at the ground as she talked. “Can you bring the coffee to captain? So, I’ll be in charge for the dinner.” Finally she let her eyes met his in a silent plea. The honey haired male just knew that Krystal had been flirting in the past minutes after take off with a First Class male passenger seated on right wing, and he seemed to lead her on. Since this wasn’t a nuisance, then Luhan assumed this would be okay as long as she did her job right.
He shrugged eventually. “Well, okay.” And her eyes sparkled in delight. “But Krystal, I hope he doesn’t distract you from your duty.” Luhan smirked deliberately while motioning to the said person by his mischievous gaze. Krystal blushed profoundly at the small gesture. He laughed at her speechlessness as he made his way to the counter to grab the coffee pot and two paper cups.
“Th-thank you, Luhan.” She said shyly, without lifting her head to Luhan. “No need to thank me, now go. People are famished.” The Chinese replied before chuckling secretly, he walked towards the opposite direction, holding the coffee pot handle and the cups with one hand while the other reaching for the interphone. “Captain, this is Luhan. I’m bringing your coffee.”
“Oh, come in.” The pilot switched the unlock toggle.
Luhan replaced the interphone back and proceed to input some numbers on the code pad. The red light turned off as the green turned on, indicating the door was automatically unlocked.
“Here’s your coffee, Captain.” The pilot and co-pilot turned their head to Luhan. He gave them the cup and poured the black coffee cautiously. They thanked him before sipping the warm liquid gradually. Sehun had the cup empty within minutes. “Do you want some more, Captain?” The steward offered politely, Sehun turned to the beautiful male smiling at him, his smile seemed so genuine and it was kinda soothing. He couldn’t help but wondering how lucky the passengers to have an abundance of his smile to offer. The captain lifted the empty cup to the Chinese male, his eyes made a crescent shape as he smiled dreamily towards him. “No, Thank you.”
Their fingers brushed slightly for a moment. Sehun felt a strong blazing sensation through his body at the fortuitous contact. For the second times this day, the butterfly’s wings tickled within his abdomen, a churning feeling in an odd way, as if he was in a rollercoaster ride right now. Was it the turbulence?
Right at the moment, the turbulence occurred, Luhan lost his balance at the sudden shock, but Sehun quickly caught his arm.
“Captain, it’s not working!”
“I’ll use the transporter.”
“One of our engines just failed!”
“Luhan, calm down.”
“Luhan, Luhan, Luhan….”
“Luhan” Sehun shook his arm slightly, his eyes widen in horror. The captain looked at him worriedly, a fear flashed across those once calm orbs. He could see a cold sweat trickled down at the sides of his face. “Luhan, are you okay?” Jongin asked warily, eyeing the smaller male as he touched the side of his face, subsequently wiping the cold sweat. Luhan flinched at the skinship as if an electric shock just pulled him harshly back to reality. “So-sorry, I have to go.”
He left the cockpit immediately before Sehun could stop him. The latter stared for a while at the closed door, wondering whether or not should he chased after him to assure if he’s all right, which he certainly not.
“Is he okay?” as if voiced out his thought, the co-pilot asked him the same question on mind. He didn’t actually sure about why, but he was certain there must be something. The image a moment ago flashed like a reminder, Jongin was fucking touched Luhan, well maybe not in an inappropriate notion, but still. It somewhat irked him a little, instead of answering like what he intended in the first place, he gave the tan male a sharp look. “I don’t fucking know.”
11
The honey haired male gripped the edge of counter top tightly beneath his clammy hands. The knuckles turned white with the pressure he forced to exert. Wild eyes zeroed blankly at the oscillated black substance inside the coffee pot. Until a soft ding rang through the cabin followed by illuminated seatbelt sign.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. We are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please return to your seats and keep your seat belts fastened. Thank you.”
Instead of back to jump seat, he strode towards the lavatory. The steward stood before the mirror, eyes watching the hyperventilated male who keeps his body stable as waves of turbulence occurred. Panic attack rarely happened since he took his medication drudgingly, however the image of cockpit triggered a certain recollection. Luckily, he never got assigned into the pilot’s cabin hence it helped him to over come the traumatic incident a few years ago. Yet the look of man in front of him right now proved that he was back to square one, as if he never took those agonizing session with dozens of psychiatrist.
You could never be cured, you’re helpless, such a disgrace.
Came a voice on the back of his mind. Louder, and louder like a white noises filled the entire room. He put both hands on ears, trying to prevent those words got into him.
“No… No! Stop!” he screamed but the voices only got louder, emphasizing on every words clearly. “Stop! I said stop!” a sudden turbulence stroke, making him stumbled on top of closet lid. Tears flowed down his redden cheeks, anger bubbled inside him because he couldn’t fight those stupid voices like the doctor had told him. Now, not only dad would only disappoint of him, even the doctors too. How shameful he is!
Luhan closed his eyes, leaning against the wall in defeat. A silent sob escaped his clogged throat. He couldn’t do this anymore. Dad wouldn’t want him anymore, because he’s useless, and utterly disappointing. He could never be Yixing who always has his own spotlight. Since mama’s death, he should better know that he’s no longer has his love. No more weekly soccer in the backyard, no more stargazing, no more good night kisses, no more Daddy. Yixing was mama’s last gift to dad. Mama put her life on stake for Yixing, for dad, not for Luhan.
He missed mama’s cooking, he missed mama’s Tian Mimi before sleep while caressing his brown locks, he missed mama so badly. He could still remember the seven years old Luhan stood beside the hospital’s ward with daddy’s palm on his lithe shoulder, mama lied there with the round belly, which kept growing bigger in the past months. She smiled weakly as she ran her slender fingers through the brown tuft. Her white skin seemed paler than usual but she still beautiful as ever. “Lu-honey, my sweet little Luhan. Mama will go to somewhere far from here, will you be okay with daddy?”
The little Luhan who was innocent even among his friends in his age asked, “where mama? Can Lulu go with you?” his round eyes pleaded in an adorable way. She chuckled sweetly as her hand rested on his chubby cheek. “No, honey. It’s so far away. We’ll meet again later. Okay?”
“No! Lulu wants to go with you, and daddy too!” his once adorable eyes went rheumy within seconds, a habit whenever he felt upset if he couldn’t get the things he wanted. “Maybe if Lulu can be a good boy, he can meet with mama soon. Promise me you’ll be a good boy for daddy, honey?” she offered her pinky to seal their promise, the boy nodded a little and hooked his smaller one, then stick their thumbs together. The tyke smiled and chuckled every time they did this, because promise is a promise, like last summer when they came across a pet shop, he made daddy promised to buy him a kitty, then a Russian Blue kitty popped out from the box on Christmas, and that time when mama promised to bake him cookies for dinner, she really did it! Oh, how promises made Luhan felt so happy. “Now give mama kisses”
Luhan climbed to the bed and gave her attack of kisses all around her face. The tot giggled when her mother counter-attack with the kisses, but this time it was a bit different. Her every kiss seemed to be a little longer, and after she stopped, her eyes seemed watery, was she crying? The boy wondered. But there was no way she should be sad, because she was laughing with him. She still caressed his fluffy hair, staring at the round face fondly as if drilled every detail of her little baby’s face into her brain. Mama’s eyes looked like a crystal, tears filled to the brim of her eyes, he could even saw himself in those pretty orbs. “Mama, are you sad?” a tiny hand reached for the beautiful mother’s cheek, until a droplet escaped from its socket. “No, baby. I’m crying because I’m happy. I’m happy that my Lu-honey has grown so fast” the mother gave a long last kiss on her baby boy’s forehead. “Now, go with Hana, baby. You still have school tomorrow. Oh, look! It’s past 9 PM already!” her finger pointed at a plain white clock perched on the wall across, unlike the blue Donald duck they had at home, this one has a loud ticks sound, and he didn’t like it.
“It’s past your curfew. Don’t forget to wash your feet, and brush teeth before sleep.”
Hana, their maid who also Luhan’s babysitter since he was born, helping him climbed out the bed. However, it felt so strange to leave mama, it didn’t feel like this before. He wanted to stay with mama, but tomorrow is school day, he should study to make mama and daddy proud whenever he brought back a paper with bold A written on it, also he should tell Minseok, his chair-mate, about his visit to mama today. Hana held his right hand and ushered him to the door. But before he reached the door, he turned his head to mama for the last time. “I love you, Mama” and came the usual reply, “I love you most, honey” a smile always appeared after she said those words. With that, he exited the room. Hana’s hand didn’t feel warm as mama or daddy, making the dim hall gave an eerie atmosphere plus the walk took so long and distant than usual. Then a thought came into his mind in a sudden. Oh! He forgot to say good night to mama! How could he forget! The tiny hand detached itself from the maid’s grip and ran back to mama’s room. 420. Daddy once told him to remember the room’s number.
“Luhan, where are you going? Luhan!” the babysitter shouted his name, but he should go back to mama so fast right now. His little feet ran and ran until he found a door with ‘420’ on it. The door left ajar, maybe Hana forgot to close it properly. Before he could step in, he saw daddy sat on a chair beside mama’s bed, while holding her left hand with both hands, kissing the back of her hand carefully. But he froze there when the tot realized one thing, daddy was crying. In Luhan’s entire life, never once he saw daddy cried. Daddy was brave, strong, funny, and he always gave Luhan whatever he wanted. Daddy was his hero. Yet, witnessing the new side of his hero shook the little boy’s world upside down.
“Yang Mi, we could still have another chance. You shouldn’t do this. I don’t wanna lose you.” It wasn’t his daddy’s voice. He almost couldn’t recognize it was Daddy’s if he didn’t see his mouth moved in sync as the words flowed out. It was different, so low, barely a whisper, yet he could still manage to hear it. Mama was crying too, a lot than before he left. Her other hand held the handsome male’s jaw like the way she did to their son. “No, I know how much you want this baby. And I’m not gonna give up on him. Promise me you’ll take care of Yixing after I go.” She said so softly, holding their gaze together, but her husband ducked his head down, his broad shoulder shook as a sob broke the deafening silence. “I can’t, Yang Mi. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, Han Jaewoo. Promise me like the way we vowed in front of the altar nine years ago. Please, do it for me. For our Yixing.” A hint of desperation was palpable in her broken tone.
“I love you, Yang Mi. I love you so much.” The man stated with the same devastatingly tone, then abruptly embracing the frail woman in his arms. They cried in silence, pleading for God to do some miracle with their unfortunate fate. “I love you most, Jaewoo. You, Luhan, and Yixing are the apple of my eye.” The child who even still in the dark about what happened around him, cried silently. Tons of questions clouded his simple mind. Why mama and daddy cried? And more over, who was Yixing?
“Luhan” Hana called him softly, extending her arm for him to take. “Let’s go home.” The baby boy instantly ran to her. Instead of held her hand, he circled his short arms around her waist, hugging the babysitter tightly. The latter seemed a bit shock to the sudden act, but she relaxed not long after and gently caressed the child’s soft hair. After a moment, carried the weeping tyke into her arms. “Sssh… It’s okay, Lulu. We’ll come visit mama again tomorrow.”
Even it was school day on Monday, he didn’t go to school that day, couldn’t tell Minseok about his last visit to mama. Instead of came to visit the hospital, they came to visit a cemetery. Instead of went to some faraway country all around the world like she always did, this time she went to the furthest and the most beautiful place. They called it as heaven.
The steward tried to push the memory into the back of his mind. However he couldn’t, it didn’t stop, as the voices played like a broken record. “Please, go away. Please…” he silently pleaded to whoever had the control of his fucked up thought. As if the God heard the hopeless prays, an image of warm brown eyes came. Sharp yet tender. People said eyes are the windows to someone’s soul, yet the honey brown haired male couldn’t get even a glimpse of what’s behind those hypnotizing eyes. Then came the eyebrows, a pointed nose, and a pair of thin lips. He mesmerized by the lips for a moment, how come it looks so soft and moist, how does it feels to touch it with his own pair, and how badly he wanted to do it. And the lips moved as a single word came out almost a whisper. “Luhan” A tremor ran through his spine like a jolt of electricity. It sounded so intimate. The thought only boosted up the rush of testosterone through his system. He couldn’t help it, but dragged his own hand to unzip the fly and tugged down the black brief’s band urgently to reveal the half-hard cock, the phallus stained a dark circle on the front, with a trembled fingers, he reached for the aching cock, subsequently pumping in a slow pace. A low moan escaped through his slightly parted mouth.
He needed a distraction. He needed it now. However, a soft ding remained unnoticed.
11
Apparently, Jongin’s coffee stained his white shirt during the unexpected turbulence while he excitedly told him about his last vacation to Jeju. Fortunately, the panel still fine albeit they needed to clean some crevices later and the coffee was lukewarm, fortunately so. What a reckless boy.
The pilot turned off the seatbelt sign toggle. He rose up from the seat, making the co-pilot turned his head to him. “Where are you going?”
Sehun quirked an eyebrow, clearly showed his confusion at the stupid question. If he was supposed to reply with “club”, then how could he find a club in the middle of thousands feet high altitude? It sounded rhetorical.
And he said, “Club.”
Now it was Jongin’s turn to cock both his eyebrows. “What?” Sehun ignored him as he proceeded to the door. It’s time for the tan male to use his cobwebbed brain. “Hey, Oh Sehun-” he closed the door before the profanities could reach his ears. He sighed, looking at the brown smudge on the right pocket of the aviator’s shirts. “Damn you, Kai.” The pilot should get rid of it before they landed, because it wasn’t so nice for a captain to bid his farewell with a messy looks, however they supposed to serve the passenger, therefore they should give their best, and appearance made impression, right?
Especially, Oh Sehun is one of the world’s melancholic. Perfectionist, serious, organized, and devoted to everything he loved, became a pilot was one of those not-so-many things. Because when Oh Sehun fell in love, he fell hard.
He wasn’t fond of his mother’s blind date plans. She often tricked him to go to some fancy restaurants, which the brunette refused courteously, but she always found a way to make him did it. That was the perk of being a mother, you knew so well the weakness of your children, however for Oh Sehun it was a childhood photo of him wore a pink frilly dress, with a matching flat shoes, and a wavy shoulder-length blond wig.
“Mom, I don’t wanna.” The seven years old Oh Sehun whined while stomping on his pink shoes. The mother chuckled cheerily as she kneeled on the grass, adjusting the wig on her cute daughter.
It was no secret that his mother longed for a daughter, in her 16 weeks pregnancy the doctor determined the baby was a girl. The expected mother decorated the room with pink, closet full of cute baby dresses, and all the accessories as tiara, and fairy wings. But on 12th April, the daughter turned out to be a son. She cried for a week after the labor, but it wasn’t affected how much she loved her own child, girl or boy. Yet that day, maybe the young mom’s crave for a daughter came up, and it was a nightmare for the little boy.
“Stay still, Sehun-ah. You’re going to ruin the wig if you keep to do that” They were in the backyard garden, it was spring, where the flowers blossomed beautifully, bathing in a warm sunshine as the bees pollinated each flower. He loved spring, but this day was an exception. The little boy sulked unhappily, pouting his tiny lips in annoyance.
“Okay, done.” She stared at her masterpiece, an adorable pouty kid. “Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be so mad, don’t you want to make mommy happy?” She faked a sad face. Her baby was indeed too cute to not to be cooed, she think a moment to apply some make up on him, but a faint blush on both his cheeks were enough to make it perfect, Oh Sehun was embarrassed.
Eventually, her airy cackles blend together with the wind breeze. She stood up and jogged, retrieving a camera on the white Victorian garden table. “Come on, Sehunnie. Smile for the camera” the woman ordered from a few feet away, a camera stand by on hands, hiding a half of her beauteous face. But the son stayed with the cute pout, shaking his head as the wig bounces. Even with that pout, she still snapped a picture while chuckling silently. Oh, sure she could get diabetes from her Sehunnie’s adorableness. “Sehun-ah~” Instead of the tad’s response, a bark blared from inside the house. A white small maltese puppy bolted out from the pet door.
The gloomy face brightened within seconds. “Jazz!” he crouched a bit, the puppy jumped into his short arms, licking his little masters’ face fervently. Sehun giggled at the tickling feelings all over his face. The tad loved Jazz, because he always seemed ecstatic every time father’s old Jazz vinyl played in the living room, the puppy would paced around the room with his wiggling tiny tail.
Click. Click. Click.
“Good boy, Jazz! Keep him that way!” the young female shouted, pressing the shutter repeatedly in every different angle. She smiled behind her camera, for finally she got what she wanted. “Sehunnie, look at mommy!” At the right moment, the tad looked up to the camera with a smile plastered on his lips and puppy’s tongue lapped on his right cheek as she pressed the shutter.
And now, she used those damn photos as her weapon, threating that she would show it to Mrs. Kim, then of course the latter would gladly told her one and only brat. What worst could happen? Oh, only Kim Jongin would know it. It wasn’t impossible for the whole airport would laugh at him for he already got the worst than that in high school before. Kim Jongin could be a total ass sometimes. What a great investment, Mrs. Oh.
He shook his head at the old memory. It’s not gonna happen, ever again. He saw the green ‘vacant’ sign on the front and pulled the door handle only came to a halt when a moan echoed the small lavatory through the little gap.
What he saw was something he never expected to see, at least in this moment. The pretty male sat on the closet lid, with eyes closed and slightly parted glistening lips. The honey brown bang damped a little by sweats.
The pilot gulped at the sight, his eyes filled with lust and want as they tracked down to the oblivious steward’s erect cock. His thumb smeared the pre-cum around the tip idly while his teeth bit the soft-looking lower lip in failed attempt to muffle his moan as a low whimper escaped.
The Korean male was sure that his own brief constricted beneath the black slacks by now, however he couldn’t stop stared at the beautiful sight before him like a famished wolf on the prowl. Those slender fingers subsequently stroke the hard shaft. Then again a bit louder mewl erupted.
As if the mewl turned into a reprimand of ‘Get a hold of yourself, Oh Sehun!’ broke the spell, the voyeur pivoted himself from the pretty male’s little ministration show.
What the fuck was that? He muttered inwardly. What the hell am I doing here? It’s his damn business. Wait, he’s doing it on duty! This isn’t right. I should rebuke him right now. The pilot pivoted back to the door, but before he reached the handle, a thought suddenly came.
Hold up. Hold up. Shouldn’t it be awkward if I go in this situation? No, no, I should get back. Yet the sight was too ethereal, now the pretty male took a faster pace on the little ministration, he gulped once again. Damn, Oh Sehun. You’re fucked up! He used to be a composed man, not a hormonal teenager. Even with a thousands attractive woman or man, never once in his life he felt this screwed. Fuck, this Chinese was something. He knew it. He felt it. But, now he should fucking go back to the cockpit, before he lost his sanity. The pilot turned away once again.
“Se-Sehun…”his angular jaws tighten suddenly at the provocative voice.
Now. Luhan. You got yourself in a big trouble. And there’s no turning back right now.
Sehun turned back to the door, and strode inside. He locked the door as the green sign switched to red then stood stiffly in front of the male who drowned in his own fantasy.
“Luhan” he called curtly, teeth clenched tightly, barely restraining himself to jump at the steward. Yet, the soft mewl only morphed into a sultry moan in reply. The sound set him ablaze down below, a prominent tent formed in between his long legs. This male was certainly knew how to seduce a man without being looked as a two-bit whores.
A series of frantic whimpers released through those pair luscious lips. The way he moaned his name earlier made him wondered what kind of fantasy played inside the pretty’s little head. He couldn’t help the lewd images infiltrated through his dirty mind, subsequently licked his dry lips. He wanted him so badly.
“Luhan.” This time a loud, firm voice seemed to bring the said male back to reality, for he finally opened his eyes swiftly in consciousness. He stared at those long legs before him in horror. He didn’t have the courage to find out. The Chinese male opened his mouth, yet it came nothing as if the voice betrayed him, rendering speechless like a fish out of water, gasping for air.
He just knew it. Sooner or later this acrophobic side of him would ruin everything eventually. But never did he think it would be this worst. He abruptly reached the waistband, when a hand gripped on his tiny wrist, stopping him. The man leaned forward, making their faces only inches apart until a faint warm spicy scent wafted his nostrils along with a pair of dark orbs pierced into his vision, the same pair of what he saw earlier. It was his.
The realization hit him as his eyes went blurry with the tears brimmed on the edge. So, this was the end. He lost his job. Dad would be disappointed of him. Maybe disowned him afterward, because he was no more than waste, a dishonor to the family. Nobody wanted a person like him. Nobody wanted a Luhan.
“I-I…” the lips trembled in fear of what the man could possibly react. Would he be mad? Would he kill him because of how utterly disgusting it was? He didn’t have an idea. Unconsciously, lone tear rolled down his cheek. “I… I-I…” Again, he tried to speak. But, no words formed on mind. What could he say?
A big warm hand cupped his cheek, erasing the transparent bead. Those deep dark orbs somewhat brighten a little, showing its true color. It wasn’t black. It was brown.
“Don’t cry. Please…” the man said with calming voice, however it did things to him. The latter relaxed a bit, albeit his eyes still reflecting a sliver of fear. “Seems like someone secretly wants me, huh?” Heat automatically spread across his cheeks at the blunt question and his eyes resembled a deer caught in the headlight. He didn’t know how to answer the question. He was too embarrassed to admit it out loud.
The pilot smirked before whispered lowly, “don’t be. Because I want you too” and with that, the former closed the gap between them. The latter shocked at the sudden contact. He could taste the faint tangy coffee on his lips as Sehun’s tongue asked for an access, which he undeniably allowed. His eyes fluttered close as he went lax with the kiss. The Chinese male felt hot all over again, a moan subconsciously slipped between the kiss. Had he not too aroused, he would have certainly felt so ashamed of himself, yet this only made Sehun kissed him deeper. The steward reciprocated the kiss in the same desperate manner. The hand on his wrist loosened, as he felt a huge palm circled the rock hard girth. Luhan moaned into the heated kiss shamelessly, encouraging the hand to stroke him harder.
Sehun got the message immediately, for the pretty male already bucked his hips in sync, while he pumping the cock faster. A soft vanilla scent radiated off the heated body as he trailed butterfly kisses on the swan-like neck. “Beautiful, so beautiful” he whispered to the steward’s ear in low tone, making him crazed with need, baring his neck to give defenselessly. The former moved his hand, created a mad friction. Whilst the latter incessantly let out a libidinous mewl.
“S-stop, p-please… I’m going to c-come” Luhan stuttered due the impending burst he barely held. His trembled fingers reached for Sehun’s to stop before he accidentally squirted his cum all over them.
Yet, the latter slapped it away, he retreated from his neck and stared at his half lidded eyes for a moment, it was shiny black like before, dark with lust. He kissed Luhan passionately, sucking on his red plump upper lips. It was heavenly addictive, like a sweet methamphetamine he couldn’t get enough, or maybe never. Sehun bit a little at the chewy lip, then the smaller whined once again. Oh, how he loved that sound, more than father’s favorite Jazz, which he and the maltese dog loved so much. He reluctantly detached his lips from Luhan who looked like he would smack back their lips any time. The glistening lips left puffy with the taller’s biting and suckling. He ran his thumb across the pretty male’s cheek tenderly before placed both his hand on the latter’s lower back pulled him closer while he crouched down and wrapped his lips around the aching cock.
The delirious male gasped in pleasure, griping the edge of sink marble and scratching the wall to prevent his itching fingers found their way to ruin the pilot’s brunette hair. The head bobbed up and down slowly, gulfing and grazing his teeth along the entire length.
“A-ah, I’m close…” Shots of white substances filled Sehun’s mouth within second, he sucked it dry, until no drops left the slit, while his hands kneading the plump-cheeked ass gently. Luhan felt aroused at the touch, he silently begged for more when the dashing male released the shiny cock and looked up to his worn out face, smiling handsomely as he pulled the latter’s nape to kiss him. Fuck, his lips would be the death of me.
He could taste a bit of himself, through their tangled tongues. The smaller rendered breathless, when Sehun ended the kiss. The handsome pilot smiled charmingly, turning his eyes in crescent moon, couldn’t he be more handsome?
He cupped Luhan’s small face in between his own big palms. “Gonna get you home tonight, wait for me after landing, beautiful” he said before stood up and left the Chinese male in the cramped lavatory.
Luhan wore the same smile on his face, because at least, someone finally wanted him.
And somehow, the coffee stains became forgotten.
11
The petite male stood in front of arrival gate. Cold late autumn breeze messed with the honey brown hair, making him shivered as he tugged the black coat tighter. He brought both hands near his lips, blowing a wisp of white mist in order to give some warmth to his almost frozen hand, while rubbing them against each other. It almost an hour passed since the plane landed safely in Seoul, but the pilot hasn't yet to come. Did he forget? The steward wondered sadly. Because why would he want him when he could get every women and men he desired? He's attractive, and-
"Hey, beautiful. Sorry for making you wait this long" the sad male looked up, jaws dropped when he saw the handsome pilot on a brand-new sleek black Audi S8, with one crooked arm leaned against the open window, this man definitely looked like a model popped out from magazine at this rate.
Then he got off from the fancy car, walking towards Luhan who still reeling from the sight of ethereal Adonis before him. The latter grabbed the carry-on luggage handle, and reached for the Chinese' cold hand. He turned to the former when he felt how frigid his hand was. "Are you okay? Your hand feels so cold." Sehun said with a frown, showing a sense of genuine concern.
His cheeks redden both at the simple gesture and the cold air. "I-I'm f-fine" he replied hesitantly, cursing inwardly at the clumsy stuttering words. The taller showcased his charming smile, only making his stomach felt so strange. Then began to pull him to the passenger seat, when a voice halted them. "Sehun-ah!"
Sehun pivoted on his heels and found the tan male strode to their direction with a small black Samsonite trailed behind, he groaned mentally. Not now, Kai. Unfortunately, the subject didn't even get the slightest idea of his unwanted presence at the moment. He reluctantly released Luhan's hand from his own, as Kai got closer. A sliver of disappointment flashed through the Chinese male's eyes, but he quickly dismissed before anyone could see it, even Sehun with his back faced to him. Kai's right eyebrow rose a bit, disappearing behind the black bangs, when he realized his presence. "Luhan?"
"O-oh, hey Jongin" Luhan greeted awkwardly, casting his forced smile towards the co-pilot. He didn't know if he should feel good or bad for Jongin to find him with Sehun. He took a glance at the pilot who put up a stoic facade, unlike the warm Sehun a moment ago. The petite male couldn't imagine if the Korean would direct such an expression to him someday sent a shiver to his spine. "What are you doing... With Sehun?" Jongin's light voice interrupted his thought. He looked flustered, eyes wandering in hope to find some plausible reason. What should he say? Think Luhan, think! "Umm... I just..."
"I found him waiting for taxi, so I'm offering a ride" Sehun reasoned without hesitation, like it was meant to be the real truth instead of impromptu fib. The smaller wondered in awe for a second, because it required a stutter words and cold sweats trickled down his temples for him to give a false facts to dad every time he asked about how his job went when it didn't even close to the actual fact, although it seemed to get better due how frequent he did it by now, no more cold sweats.
"Oh, I heard Luhan's apartment is on the same complex with mine. You can join my car if-" The co-pilot's cut off mid-sentence with a sharp authoritative tone. "No, he's coming with me."
Yet, he quickly realized he didn't even have a right to force Luhan in front of Jongin. "I mean, I'm going to visit uncle Kim, so we're pretty much in the same direction too." He added afterward, camouflaging the potential conspicuousness that he disliked the idea of Luhan being with Jongin. He knew what Jongin were capable to do, and he wasn't let him give a try on Luhan. Not even once.
"Well, okay then." Kai shrugged nonchalantly, opting to not let the matter went any further. "Actually, I'm going to ask you whether you’ll go to Chanyeol's bachelor party at his house next week" This seemed to take the pilot brood over for a while. "And Luhan, you can come too if you want. It should be fun!" He chirped enthusiastically to the steward, smiling brightly as ever. Sehun rolled his eyes at this. While Luhan returned with a shy smile adorned on his still red lips. "It's my pleasure to come, I'll think about it," said the pretty male as he gave Sehun a nervous glance.
Sehun glanced at his watch. "I'll call you if I decided to come, okay? It's almost midnight, so we will leave first" he replied to the co-pilot casually.
"Oh, yeah, sure. See you guys next week" he bid them goodbye, waving his hand at the two. Sehun opened the passenger door for Luhan.
"Bye, Jongin" the honey haired male smiled before got into the car. "Bye, Luhan"
The pilot closed the door, and rounded the car to reach the driver seat. "Don't go to Alice, Jongin" Sehun said before got into the driver seat. Jongin laughed at that.
Alice Cheongdamdong.
A bar he frequently visited with Sehun after their flight together, before he got arrested for DUI last year. He put the blame on him because the reason he got wasted was his crush liked Sehun, hence the latter was the root of the trouble he got into. No hard feelings between them afterward. They remained as best friend still. However, it wasn’t like the tan co-pilot would marry her eventually, they’re just a fling to him after all. Jongin laughed at the memories back then as he watched the car moved onward. “No worries, buddy”
Title: Critical Eleven
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21,000
Prompt: resfeber: The restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins. When anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.
Warning/s: daddykink, acrophobia
Soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/raindeerbi/critical-eleven
He stood there, watching his baby through the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Hand slipped inside the pocket of black slacks, while the other flanking the hat to his hip. The men surrounded her round pairs of feet, merely a specks compared to her gargantuan entity. After 7 years of his life as a committed pilot, she’s his ultimate favorite, loving the way she moves beneath his control, so agile, so alive. So beautiful.
The sunset reflected her sleek body through the Ray Ban Aviator Black just above his perfectly pointed nose. The brunette hair and crisp black suit with four gold lines circled around the forearms complimented his coagulated features screaming elegant, attractive, and strong about his existence.
“Captain Oh!”
He pivoted on his heels to the source of voice. He saw Jongin strode closer with identical suit as him, except there was only three gold stripes lined the forearm sleeves, this time he wore the hat, sometimes he’s too lazy for even put the hat, because it might ruined his perfectly styled hair, he reasoned once Sehun told him to wear it instead of spinning the thing around his index finger like some pro basketball player, they’re a pilot for god’s sakes.
The tan male stopped in front of Sehun, showing his white pearl teeth as a charming smile, however the latter wouldn’t fall for the charm like it did to anyone else. “Sehun, he’s our new Chinese partner, Luhan.” He stepped aside to reveal a doe-like eyes boy staring at him with a shyness lingered within those beautiful hazel orbs.
The pilot wouldn’t know if he was standing behind Jongin all the time if he didn’t step aside, because of his small, delicate figure. A honey brown hair framed his face flawlessly, giving off a picture perfect of an innocent juvenile boy. He took off the Ray Ban to take a better look on the said boy. The Ray Ban clearly didn’t do justice to him. This beautiful creature was real. He kept his eyes lost in those hypnotizing orbs, as if drowning him into an endless abyss. He could feel something about him, yet he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Sehun quickly regained his composed self, smiling warmly towards Luhan, it was a different kind of smile he usually wore off on duty, a genuine one he rarely show, but the smaller male somehow, pulled it out from him unconsciously.
One.
“Welcome to Blue Sky, Luhan. I hope we can do a great job together.” The smaller male returned the smile while giving a slight bow to the pilot. “Thank you, captain. It’s a honor to be a part of Blue Sky.” It obviously wasn’t just his appearances only. Even his voice sounded flawless, soft and calm, just like him. He started to imagine how it would sound perfectly singing his name over and over while he fu-
“It’s a honor too to have a competent and attractive cabin crew like you, I think people might buy the tickets just to see you.” Jongin cut off his trail of thought with his cheesy flirting lines. He rolled his eyes inwardly, how greasy and disgusting. But the honey haired male sheepishly chuckling, he has a faint blush on both cheeks. The pilot loved it and hated it at the same time. He looked beyond beautiful that way, yet it wasn’t him who created it. How could a person he barely met like 10 minutes ago, makes him want to be the only reason of his happiness, to see him chuckling, blushing, and smiling on daily basis. It was strangely addictive.
Two.
“Thank you, captain Kim.” The steward bowed slightly towards Jongin, whose lips stretching to the limit, the pilot wondered whether he could rip his mouth by a rather creepy grin like that. The latter waved his hand off. “There’s no need such a formalities, Luhan. You’re even older than me. You can call me Jongin instead.” He said while showcasing his coy grin.
Never once in the life of Oh Sehun he wanted so badly to swipe that annoying grin off his face. He never gave a damn thing about it before, but however this time was an exception.
“Well, if you say so. Now, may I be excused?” he asked formally, even Jongin had said it wasn’t really necessary. What a polite boy. Wait- he’s older than Jongin? We’re in the same age. Hence, he’s older than me as well? How come with that face he’s twenties? That’s almost impossible.
“Sure. I’ll see you later.” The co-pilot replied, waving his hand. Luhan gave a simple smile before bowed, then off to the horde of his aircraft’s crew comrades not far from them. He didn’t wear the jacket, so Sehun could see his hips swaying as he walk, the slacks hugged the smaller’s leg immaculately up to his ass. He could already imagine what the thin fabric hid beneath, how soft it would feel under-
“He’s beautiful, doesn’t he?” His annoying best friend ruined the wonderful fantasy once again. The male groaned in frustration mentally. He turned to Jongin to give the most hateful stare he could muster, but the latter’s gaze fixed on the certain male whose eyes sparkling as he talked and laughed at something his colleague said. For a moment, he felt like the world stopped spinning as a flutter of butterflies wings tickling his stomach in a peculiar way. A new feeling he never had before. Does it mean something?
Three.
His sharp jaw clenched shut, averting his gaze to the male next to him. The latter’s could feel the intense gaze on him, dragging his focus to Sehun instead of the beautiful boy across. “Stop playing, Kim Jongin.” The pilot put the hat above his brunette hair before walked to the gate where his precious baby was.
Kim Jongin just knew whenever Oh Sehun called him with his real name instead of Kai - like he usually did since their summer vacation to Bali in high school, because Jongin was expert in aquatics, and that was how he got his tan complexion. He said Kai meant ‘ocean’ in Japanese, which suit him perfectly - and he started to feel bad about it.
11
“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen this is Captain Oh Sehun speaking. We like to welcome you onboard in this Blue Sky Boeing 777-300ER flight to Seoul. Flight duration is around 2 hours 5 minutes and we are expecting a fairly smooth flight today. Once again we thank you for choosing to fly with us and we hope you enjoy your flight.”
A bead of cold sweat trickled down his temple, while wringing the fingers on top his thighs. He got the seatbelt secured tightly. It was almost hundred times he went through the same routine, but he never get used to it, anymore.
“Prepare to take off.”
He could feel the engine began to roar louder in few minutes, exerting itself to fly. The steward took a deep breath. It’s okay, Luhan. It’s going to be okay. You’ll be fine.
He chanted the words like a mantra. Both eyes closed as the plane swept off from the airstrip, floating to the dusk sky. His muscle began to relax with the stability of the plane. The pilot just turned off the seatbelt sign. He let out a relief breath he held unconsciously, then unbuckling the seatbelt. His backhand wiped the sweats off the temple. See? You’re fine, Luhan.
11
The steward began to push the meal cart towards the First Class aisle, but before he could pull it out from the galley, Krystal blocked his way. “Luhan, stop.”
He cocked an eyebrow slightly, indicating his bewilderment. “What’s up, Krys?” he asked rather curiously. The stewardess kept her eyes locked at the ground as she talked. “Can you bring the coffee to captain? So, I’ll be in charge for the dinner.” Finally she let her eyes met his in a silent plea. The honey haired male just knew that Krystal had been flirting in the past minutes after take off with a First Class male passenger seated on right wing, and he seemed to lead her on. Since this wasn’t a nuisance, then Luhan assumed this would be okay as long as she did her job right.
He shrugged eventually. “Well, okay.” And her eyes sparkled in delight. “But Krystal, I hope he doesn’t distract you from your duty.” Luhan smirked deliberately while motioning to the said person by his mischievous gaze. Krystal blushed profoundly at the small gesture. He laughed at her speechlessness as he made his way to the counter to grab the coffee pot and two paper cups.
“Th-thank you, Luhan.” She said shyly, without lifting her head to Luhan. “No need to thank me, now go. People are famished.” The Chinese replied before chuckling secretly, he walked towards the opposite direction, holding the coffee pot handle and the cups with one hand while the other reaching for the interphone. “Captain, this is Luhan. I’m bringing your coffee.”
“Oh, come in.” The pilot switched the unlock toggle.
Luhan replaced the interphone back and proceed to input some numbers on the code pad. The red light turned off as the green turned on, indicating the door was automatically unlocked.
“Here’s your coffee, Captain.” The pilot and co-pilot turned their head to Luhan. He gave them the cup and poured the black coffee cautiously. They thanked him before sipping the warm liquid gradually. Sehun had the cup empty within minutes. “Do you want some more, Captain?” The steward offered politely, Sehun turned to the beautiful male smiling at him, his smile seemed so genuine and it was kinda soothing. He couldn’t help but wondering how lucky the passengers to have an abundance of his smile to offer. The captain lifted the empty cup to the Chinese male, his eyes made a crescent shape as he smiled dreamily towards him. “No, Thank you.”
Their fingers brushed slightly for a moment. Sehun felt a strong blazing sensation through his body at the fortuitous contact. For the second times this day, the butterfly’s wings tickled within his abdomen, a churning feeling in an odd way, as if he was in a rollercoaster ride right now. Was it the turbulence?
Right at the moment, the turbulence occurred, Luhan lost his balance at the sudden shock, but Sehun quickly caught his arm.
“Captain, it’s not working!”
“I’ll use the transporter.”
“One of our engines just failed!”
“Luhan, calm down.”
“Luhan, Luhan, Luhan….”
“Luhan” Sehun shook his arm slightly, his eyes widen in horror. The captain looked at him worriedly, a fear flashed across those once calm orbs. He could see a cold sweat trickled down at the sides of his face. “Luhan, are you okay?” Jongin asked warily, eyeing the smaller male as he touched the side of his face, subsequently wiping the cold sweat. Luhan flinched at the skinship as if an electric shock just pulled him harshly back to reality. “So-sorry, I have to go.”
He left the cockpit immediately before Sehun could stop him. The latter stared for a while at the closed door, wondering whether or not should he chased after him to assure if he’s all right, which he certainly not.
“Is he okay?” as if voiced out his thought, the co-pilot asked him the same question on mind. He didn’t actually sure about why, but he was certain there must be something. The image a moment ago flashed like a reminder, Jongin was fucking touched Luhan, well maybe not in an inappropriate notion, but still. It somewhat irked him a little, instead of answering like what he intended in the first place, he gave the tan male a sharp look. “I don’t fucking know.”
11
The honey haired male gripped the edge of counter top tightly beneath his clammy hands. The knuckles turned white with the pressure he forced to exert. Wild eyes zeroed blankly at the oscillated black substance inside the coffee pot. Until a soft ding rang through the cabin followed by illuminated seatbelt sign.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. We are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please return to your seats and keep your seat belts fastened. Thank you.”
Instead of back to jump seat, he strode towards the lavatory. The steward stood before the mirror, eyes watching the hyperventilated male who keeps his body stable as waves of turbulence occurred. Panic attack rarely happened since he took his medication drudgingly, however the image of cockpit triggered a certain recollection. Luckily, he never got assigned into the pilot’s cabin hence it helped him to over come the traumatic incident a few years ago. Yet the look of man in front of him right now proved that he was back to square one, as if he never took those agonizing session with dozens of psychiatrist.
You could never be cured, you’re helpless, such a disgrace.
Came a voice on the back of his mind. Louder, and louder like a white noises filled the entire room. He put both hands on ears, trying to prevent those words got into him.
“No… No! Stop!” he screamed but the voices only got louder, emphasizing on every words clearly. “Stop! I said stop!” a sudden turbulence stroke, making him stumbled on top of closet lid. Tears flowed down his redden cheeks, anger bubbled inside him because he couldn’t fight those stupid voices like the doctor had told him. Now, not only dad would only disappoint of him, even the doctors too. How shameful he is!
Luhan closed his eyes, leaning against the wall in defeat. A silent sob escaped his clogged throat. He couldn’t do this anymore. Dad wouldn’t want him anymore, because he’s useless, and utterly disappointing. He could never be Yixing who always has his own spotlight. Since mama’s death, he should better know that he’s no longer has his love. No more weekly soccer in the backyard, no more stargazing, no more good night kisses, no more Daddy. Yixing was mama’s last gift to dad. Mama put her life on stake for Yixing, for dad, not for Luhan.
He missed mama’s cooking, he missed mama’s Tian Mimi before sleep while caressing his brown locks, he missed mama so badly. He could still remember the seven years old Luhan stood beside the hospital’s ward with daddy’s palm on his lithe shoulder, mama lied there with the round belly, which kept growing bigger in the past months. She smiled weakly as she ran her slender fingers through the brown tuft. Her white skin seemed paler than usual but she still beautiful as ever. “Lu-honey, my sweet little Luhan. Mama will go to somewhere far from here, will you be okay with daddy?”
The little Luhan who was innocent even among his friends in his age asked, “where mama? Can Lulu go with you?” his round eyes pleaded in an adorable way. She chuckled sweetly as her hand rested on his chubby cheek. “No, honey. It’s so far away. We’ll meet again later. Okay?”
“No! Lulu wants to go with you, and daddy too!” his once adorable eyes went rheumy within seconds, a habit whenever he felt upset if he couldn’t get the things he wanted. “Maybe if Lulu can be a good boy, he can meet with mama soon. Promise me you’ll be a good boy for daddy, honey?” she offered her pinky to seal their promise, the boy nodded a little and hooked his smaller one, then stick their thumbs together. The tyke smiled and chuckled every time they did this, because promise is a promise, like last summer when they came across a pet shop, he made daddy promised to buy him a kitty, then a Russian Blue kitty popped out from the box on Christmas, and that time when mama promised to bake him cookies for dinner, she really did it! Oh, how promises made Luhan felt so happy. “Now give mama kisses”
Luhan climbed to the bed and gave her attack of kisses all around her face. The tot giggled when her mother counter-attack with the kisses, but this time it was a bit different. Her every kiss seemed to be a little longer, and after she stopped, her eyes seemed watery, was she crying? The boy wondered. But there was no way she should be sad, because she was laughing with him. She still caressed his fluffy hair, staring at the round face fondly as if drilled every detail of her little baby’s face into her brain. Mama’s eyes looked like a crystal, tears filled to the brim of her eyes, he could even saw himself in those pretty orbs. “Mama, are you sad?” a tiny hand reached for the beautiful mother’s cheek, until a droplet escaped from its socket. “No, baby. I’m crying because I’m happy. I’m happy that my Lu-honey has grown so fast” the mother gave a long last kiss on her baby boy’s forehead. “Now, go with Hana, baby. You still have school tomorrow. Oh, look! It’s past 9 PM already!” her finger pointed at a plain white clock perched on the wall across, unlike the blue Donald duck they had at home, this one has a loud ticks sound, and he didn’t like it.
“It’s past your curfew. Don’t forget to wash your feet, and brush teeth before sleep.”
Hana, their maid who also Luhan’s babysitter since he was born, helping him climbed out the bed. However, it felt so strange to leave mama, it didn’t feel like this before. He wanted to stay with mama, but tomorrow is school day, he should study to make mama and daddy proud whenever he brought back a paper with bold A written on it, also he should tell Minseok, his chair-mate, about his visit to mama today. Hana held his right hand and ushered him to the door. But before he reached the door, he turned his head to mama for the last time. “I love you, Mama” and came the usual reply, “I love you most, honey” a smile always appeared after she said those words. With that, he exited the room. Hana’s hand didn’t feel warm as mama or daddy, making the dim hall gave an eerie atmosphere plus the walk took so long and distant than usual. Then a thought came into his mind in a sudden. Oh! He forgot to say good night to mama! How could he forget! The tiny hand detached itself from the maid’s grip and ran back to mama’s room. 420. Daddy once told him to remember the room’s number.
“Luhan, where are you going? Luhan!” the babysitter shouted his name, but he should go back to mama so fast right now. His little feet ran and ran until he found a door with ‘420’ on it. The door left ajar, maybe Hana forgot to close it properly. Before he could step in, he saw daddy sat on a chair beside mama’s bed, while holding her left hand with both hands, kissing the back of her hand carefully. But he froze there when the tot realized one thing, daddy was crying. In Luhan’s entire life, never once he saw daddy cried. Daddy was brave, strong, funny, and he always gave Luhan whatever he wanted. Daddy was his hero. Yet, witnessing the new side of his hero shook the little boy’s world upside down.
“Yang Mi, we could still have another chance. You shouldn’t do this. I don’t wanna lose you.” It wasn’t his daddy’s voice. He almost couldn’t recognize it was Daddy’s if he didn’t see his mouth moved in sync as the words flowed out. It was different, so low, barely a whisper, yet he could still manage to hear it. Mama was crying too, a lot than before he left. Her other hand held the handsome male’s jaw like the way she did to their son. “No, I know how much you want this baby. And I’m not gonna give up on him. Promise me you’ll take care of Yixing after I go.” She said so softly, holding their gaze together, but her husband ducked his head down, his broad shoulder shook as a sob broke the deafening silence. “I can’t, Yang Mi. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, Han Jaewoo. Promise me like the way we vowed in front of the altar nine years ago. Please, do it for me. For our Yixing.” A hint of desperation was palpable in her broken tone.
“I love you, Yang Mi. I love you so much.” The man stated with the same devastatingly tone, then abruptly embracing the frail woman in his arms. They cried in silence, pleading for God to do some miracle with their unfortunate fate. “I love you most, Jaewoo. You, Luhan, and Yixing are the apple of my eye.” The child who even still in the dark about what happened around him, cried silently. Tons of questions clouded his simple mind. Why mama and daddy cried? And more over, who was Yixing?
“Luhan” Hana called him softly, extending her arm for him to take. “Let’s go home.” The baby boy instantly ran to her. Instead of held her hand, he circled his short arms around her waist, hugging the babysitter tightly. The latter seemed a bit shock to the sudden act, but she relaxed not long after and gently caressed the child’s soft hair. After a moment, carried the weeping tyke into her arms. “Sssh… It’s okay, Lulu. We’ll come visit mama again tomorrow.”
Even it was school day on Monday, he didn’t go to school that day, couldn’t tell Minseok about his last visit to mama. Instead of came to visit the hospital, they came to visit a cemetery. Instead of went to some faraway country all around the world like she always did, this time she went to the furthest and the most beautiful place. They called it as heaven.
The steward tried to push the memory into the back of his mind. However he couldn’t, it didn’t stop, as the voices played like a broken record. “Please, go away. Please…” he silently pleaded to whoever had the control of his fucked up thought. As if the God heard the hopeless prays, an image of warm brown eyes came. Sharp yet tender. People said eyes are the windows to someone’s soul, yet the honey brown haired male couldn’t get even a glimpse of what’s behind those hypnotizing eyes. Then came the eyebrows, a pointed nose, and a pair of thin lips. He mesmerized by the lips for a moment, how come it looks so soft and moist, how does it feels to touch it with his own pair, and how badly he wanted to do it. And the lips moved as a single word came out almost a whisper. “Luhan” A tremor ran through his spine like a jolt of electricity. It sounded so intimate. The thought only boosted up the rush of testosterone through his system. He couldn’t help it, but dragged his own hand to unzip the fly and tugged down the black brief’s band urgently to reveal the half-hard cock, the phallus stained a dark circle on the front, with a trembled fingers, he reached for the aching cock, subsequently pumping in a slow pace. A low moan escaped through his slightly parted mouth.
He needed a distraction. He needed it now. However, a soft ding remained unnoticed.
11
Apparently, Jongin’s coffee stained his white shirt during the unexpected turbulence while he excitedly told him about his last vacation to Jeju. Fortunately, the panel still fine albeit they needed to clean some crevices later and the coffee was lukewarm, fortunately so. What a reckless boy.
The pilot turned off the seatbelt sign toggle. He rose up from the seat, making the co-pilot turned his head to him. “Where are you going?”
Sehun quirked an eyebrow, clearly showed his confusion at the stupid question. If he was supposed to reply with “club”, then how could he find a club in the middle of thousands feet high altitude? It sounded rhetorical.
And he said, “Club.”
Now it was Jongin’s turn to cock both his eyebrows. “What?” Sehun ignored him as he proceeded to the door. It’s time for the tan male to use his cobwebbed brain. “Hey, Oh Sehun-” he closed the door before the profanities could reach his ears. He sighed, looking at the brown smudge on the right pocket of the aviator’s shirts. “Damn you, Kai.” The pilot should get rid of it before they landed, because it wasn’t so nice for a captain to bid his farewell with a messy looks, however they supposed to serve the passenger, therefore they should give their best, and appearance made impression, right?
Especially, Oh Sehun is one of the world’s melancholic. Perfectionist, serious, organized, and devoted to everything he loved, became a pilot was one of those not-so-many things. Because when Oh Sehun fell in love, he fell hard.
He wasn’t fond of his mother’s blind date plans. She often tricked him to go to some fancy restaurants, which the brunette refused courteously, but she always found a way to make him did it. That was the perk of being a mother, you knew so well the weakness of your children, however for Oh Sehun it was a childhood photo of him wore a pink frilly dress, with a matching flat shoes, and a wavy shoulder-length blond wig.
“Mom, I don’t wanna.” The seven years old Oh Sehun whined while stomping on his pink shoes. The mother chuckled cheerily as she kneeled on the grass, adjusting the wig on her cute daughter.
It was no secret that his mother longed for a daughter, in her 16 weeks pregnancy the doctor determined the baby was a girl. The expected mother decorated the room with pink, closet full of cute baby dresses, and all the accessories as tiara, and fairy wings. But on 12th April, the daughter turned out to be a son. She cried for a week after the labor, but it wasn’t affected how much she loved her own child, girl or boy. Yet that day, maybe the young mom’s crave for a daughter came up, and it was a nightmare for the little boy.
“Stay still, Sehun-ah. You’re going to ruin the wig if you keep to do that” They were in the backyard garden, it was spring, where the flowers blossomed beautifully, bathing in a warm sunshine as the bees pollinated each flower. He loved spring, but this day was an exception. The little boy sulked unhappily, pouting his tiny lips in annoyance.
“Okay, done.” She stared at her masterpiece, an adorable pouty kid. “Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be so mad, don’t you want to make mommy happy?” She faked a sad face. Her baby was indeed too cute to not to be cooed, she think a moment to apply some make up on him, but a faint blush on both his cheeks were enough to make it perfect, Oh Sehun was embarrassed.
Eventually, her airy cackles blend together with the wind breeze. She stood up and jogged, retrieving a camera on the white Victorian garden table. “Come on, Sehunnie. Smile for the camera” the woman ordered from a few feet away, a camera stand by on hands, hiding a half of her beauteous face. But the son stayed with the cute pout, shaking his head as the wig bounces. Even with that pout, she still snapped a picture while chuckling silently. Oh, sure she could get diabetes from her Sehunnie’s adorableness. “Sehun-ah~” Instead of the tad’s response, a bark blared from inside the house. A white small maltese puppy bolted out from the pet door.
The gloomy face brightened within seconds. “Jazz!” he crouched a bit, the puppy jumped into his short arms, licking his little masters’ face fervently. Sehun giggled at the tickling feelings all over his face. The tad loved Jazz, because he always seemed ecstatic every time father’s old Jazz vinyl played in the living room, the puppy would paced around the room with his wiggling tiny tail.
Click. Click. Click.
“Good boy, Jazz! Keep him that way!” the young female shouted, pressing the shutter repeatedly in every different angle. She smiled behind her camera, for finally she got what she wanted. “Sehunnie, look at mommy!” At the right moment, the tad looked up to the camera with a smile plastered on his lips and puppy’s tongue lapped on his right cheek as she pressed the shutter.
And now, she used those damn photos as her weapon, threating that she would show it to Mrs. Kim, then of course the latter would gladly told her one and only brat. What worst could happen? Oh, only Kim Jongin would know it. It wasn’t impossible for the whole airport would laugh at him for he already got the worst than that in high school before. Kim Jongin could be a total ass sometimes. What a great investment, Mrs. Oh.
He shook his head at the old memory. It’s not gonna happen, ever again. He saw the green ‘vacant’ sign on the front and pulled the door handle only came to a halt when a moan echoed the small lavatory through the little gap.
What he saw was something he never expected to see, at least in this moment. The pretty male sat on the closet lid, with eyes closed and slightly parted glistening lips. The honey brown bang damped a little by sweats.
The pilot gulped at the sight, his eyes filled with lust and want as they tracked down to the oblivious steward’s erect cock. His thumb smeared the pre-cum around the tip idly while his teeth bit the soft-looking lower lip in failed attempt to muffle his moan as a low whimper escaped.
The Korean male was sure that his own brief constricted beneath the black slacks by now, however he couldn’t stop stared at the beautiful sight before him like a famished wolf on the prowl. Those slender fingers subsequently stroke the hard shaft. Then again a bit louder mewl erupted.
As if the mewl turned into a reprimand of ‘Get a hold of yourself, Oh Sehun!’ broke the spell, the voyeur pivoted himself from the pretty male’s little ministration show.
What the fuck was that? He muttered inwardly. What the hell am I doing here? It’s his damn business. Wait, he’s doing it on duty! This isn’t right. I should rebuke him right now. The pilot pivoted back to the door, but before he reached the handle, a thought suddenly came.
Hold up. Hold up. Shouldn’t it be awkward if I go in this situation? No, no, I should get back. Yet the sight was too ethereal, now the pretty male took a faster pace on the little ministration, he gulped once again. Damn, Oh Sehun. You’re fucked up! He used to be a composed man, not a hormonal teenager. Even with a thousands attractive woman or man, never once in his life he felt this screwed. Fuck, this Chinese was something. He knew it. He felt it. But, now he should fucking go back to the cockpit, before he lost his sanity. The pilot turned away once again.
“Se-Sehun…”his angular jaws tighten suddenly at the provocative voice.
Now. Luhan. You got yourself in a big trouble. And there’s no turning back right now.
Sehun turned back to the door, and strode inside. He locked the door as the green sign switched to red then stood stiffly in front of the male who drowned in his own fantasy.
“Luhan” he called curtly, teeth clenched tightly, barely restraining himself to jump at the steward. Yet, the soft mewl only morphed into a sultry moan in reply. The sound set him ablaze down below, a prominent tent formed in between his long legs. This male was certainly knew how to seduce a man without being looked as a two-bit whores.
A series of frantic whimpers released through those pair luscious lips. The way he moaned his name earlier made him wondered what kind of fantasy played inside the pretty’s little head. He couldn’t help the lewd images infiltrated through his dirty mind, subsequently licked his dry lips. He wanted him so badly.
“Luhan.” This time a loud, firm voice seemed to bring the said male back to reality, for he finally opened his eyes swiftly in consciousness. He stared at those long legs before him in horror. He didn’t have the courage to find out. The Chinese male opened his mouth, yet it came nothing as if the voice betrayed him, rendering speechless like a fish out of water, gasping for air.
He just knew it. Sooner or later this acrophobic side of him would ruin everything eventually. But never did he think it would be this worst. He abruptly reached the waistband, when a hand gripped on his tiny wrist, stopping him. The man leaned forward, making their faces only inches apart until a faint warm spicy scent wafted his nostrils along with a pair of dark orbs pierced into his vision, the same pair of what he saw earlier. It was his.
The realization hit him as his eyes went blurry with the tears brimmed on the edge. So, this was the end. He lost his job. Dad would be disappointed of him. Maybe disowned him afterward, because he was no more than waste, a dishonor to the family. Nobody wanted a person like him. Nobody wanted a Luhan.
“I-I…” the lips trembled in fear of what the man could possibly react. Would he be mad? Would he kill him because of how utterly disgusting it was? He didn’t have an idea. Unconsciously, lone tear rolled down his cheek. “I… I-I…” Again, he tried to speak. But, no words formed on mind. What could he say?
A big warm hand cupped his cheek, erasing the transparent bead. Those deep dark orbs somewhat brighten a little, showing its true color. It wasn’t black. It was brown.
“Don’t cry. Please…” the man said with calming voice, however it did things to him. The latter relaxed a bit, albeit his eyes still reflecting a sliver of fear. “Seems like someone secretly wants me, huh?” Heat automatically spread across his cheeks at the blunt question and his eyes resembled a deer caught in the headlight. He didn’t know how to answer the question. He was too embarrassed to admit it out loud.
The pilot smirked before whispered lowly, “don’t be. Because I want you too” and with that, the former closed the gap between them. The latter shocked at the sudden contact. He could taste the faint tangy coffee on his lips as Sehun’s tongue asked for an access, which he undeniably allowed. His eyes fluttered close as he went lax with the kiss. The Chinese male felt hot all over again, a moan subconsciously slipped between the kiss. Had he not too aroused, he would have certainly felt so ashamed of himself, yet this only made Sehun kissed him deeper. The steward reciprocated the kiss in the same desperate manner. The hand on his wrist loosened, as he felt a huge palm circled the rock hard girth. Luhan moaned into the heated kiss shamelessly, encouraging the hand to stroke him harder.
Sehun got the message immediately, for the pretty male already bucked his hips in sync, while he pumping the cock faster. A soft vanilla scent radiated off the heated body as he trailed butterfly kisses on the swan-like neck. “Beautiful, so beautiful” he whispered to the steward’s ear in low tone, making him crazed with need, baring his neck to give defenselessly. The former moved his hand, created a mad friction. Whilst the latter incessantly let out a libidinous mewl.
“S-stop, p-please… I’m going to c-come” Luhan stuttered due the impending burst he barely held. His trembled fingers reached for Sehun’s to stop before he accidentally squirted his cum all over them.
Yet, the latter slapped it away, he retreated from his neck and stared at his half lidded eyes for a moment, it was shiny black like before, dark with lust. He kissed Luhan passionately, sucking on his red plump upper lips. It was heavenly addictive, like a sweet methamphetamine he couldn’t get enough, or maybe never. Sehun bit a little at the chewy lip, then the smaller whined once again. Oh, how he loved that sound, more than father’s favorite Jazz, which he and the maltese dog loved so much. He reluctantly detached his lips from Luhan who looked like he would smack back their lips any time. The glistening lips left puffy with the taller’s biting and suckling. He ran his thumb across the pretty male’s cheek tenderly before placed both his hand on the latter’s lower back pulled him closer while he crouched down and wrapped his lips around the aching cock.
The delirious male gasped in pleasure, griping the edge of sink marble and scratching the wall to prevent his itching fingers found their way to ruin the pilot’s brunette hair. The head bobbed up and down slowly, gulfing and grazing his teeth along the entire length.
“A-ah, I’m close…” Shots of white substances filled Sehun’s mouth within second, he sucked it dry, until no drops left the slit, while his hands kneading the plump-cheeked ass gently. Luhan felt aroused at the touch, he silently begged for more when the dashing male released the shiny cock and looked up to his worn out face, smiling handsomely as he pulled the latter’s nape to kiss him. Fuck, his lips would be the death of me.
He could taste a bit of himself, through their tangled tongues. The smaller rendered breathless, when Sehun ended the kiss. The handsome pilot smiled charmingly, turning his eyes in crescent moon, couldn’t he be more handsome?
He cupped Luhan’s small face in between his own big palms. “Gonna get you home tonight, wait for me after landing, beautiful” he said before stood up and left the Chinese male in the cramped lavatory.
Luhan wore the same smile on his face, because at least, someone finally wanted him.
And somehow, the coffee stains became forgotten.
11
The petite male stood in front of arrival gate. Cold late autumn breeze messed with the honey brown hair, making him shivered as he tugged the black coat tighter. He brought both hands near his lips, blowing a wisp of white mist in order to give some warmth to his almost frozen hand, while rubbing them against each other. It almost an hour passed since the plane landed safely in Seoul, but the pilot hasn't yet to come. Did he forget? The steward wondered sadly. Because why would he want him when he could get every women and men he desired? He's attractive, and-
"Hey, beautiful. Sorry for making you wait this long" the sad male looked up, jaws dropped when he saw the handsome pilot on a brand-new sleek black Audi S8, with one crooked arm leaned against the open window, this man definitely looked like a model popped out from magazine at this rate.
Then he got off from the fancy car, walking towards Luhan who still reeling from the sight of ethereal Adonis before him. The latter grabbed the carry-on luggage handle, and reached for the Chinese' cold hand. He turned to the former when he felt how frigid his hand was. "Are you okay? Your hand feels so cold." Sehun said with a frown, showing a sense of genuine concern.
His cheeks redden both at the simple gesture and the cold air. "I-I'm f-fine" he replied hesitantly, cursing inwardly at the clumsy stuttering words. The taller showcased his charming smile, only making his stomach felt so strange. Then began to pull him to the passenger seat, when a voice halted them. "Sehun-ah!"
Sehun pivoted on his heels and found the tan male strode to their direction with a small black Samsonite trailed behind, he groaned mentally. Not now, Kai. Unfortunately, the subject didn't even get the slightest idea of his unwanted presence at the moment. He reluctantly released Luhan's hand from his own, as Kai got closer. A sliver of disappointment flashed through the Chinese male's eyes, but he quickly dismissed before anyone could see it, even Sehun with his back faced to him. Kai's right eyebrow rose a bit, disappearing behind the black bangs, when he realized his presence. "Luhan?"
"O-oh, hey Jongin" Luhan greeted awkwardly, casting his forced smile towards the co-pilot. He didn't know if he should feel good or bad for Jongin to find him with Sehun. He took a glance at the pilot who put up a stoic facade, unlike the warm Sehun a moment ago. The petite male couldn't imagine if the Korean would direct such an expression to him someday sent a shiver to his spine. "What are you doing... With Sehun?" Jongin's light voice interrupted his thought. He looked flustered, eyes wandering in hope to find some plausible reason. What should he say? Think Luhan, think! "Umm... I just..."
"I found him waiting for taxi, so I'm offering a ride" Sehun reasoned without hesitation, like it was meant to be the real truth instead of impromptu fib. The smaller wondered in awe for a second, because it required a stutter words and cold sweats trickled down his temples for him to give a false facts to dad every time he asked about how his job went when it didn't even close to the actual fact, although it seemed to get better due how frequent he did it by now, no more cold sweats.
"Oh, I heard Luhan's apartment is on the same complex with mine. You can join my car if-" The co-pilot's cut off mid-sentence with a sharp authoritative tone. "No, he's coming with me."
Yet, he quickly realized he didn't even have a right to force Luhan in front of Jongin. "I mean, I'm going to visit uncle Kim, so we're pretty much in the same direction too." He added afterward, camouflaging the potential conspicuousness that he disliked the idea of Luhan being with Jongin. He knew what Jongin were capable to do, and he wasn't let him give a try on Luhan. Not even once.
"Well, okay then." Kai shrugged nonchalantly, opting to not let the matter went any further. "Actually, I'm going to ask you whether you’ll go to Chanyeol's bachelor party at his house next week" This seemed to take the pilot brood over for a while. "And Luhan, you can come too if you want. It should be fun!" He chirped enthusiastically to the steward, smiling brightly as ever. Sehun rolled his eyes at this. While Luhan returned with a shy smile adorned on his still red lips. "It's my pleasure to come, I'll think about it," said the pretty male as he gave Sehun a nervous glance.
Sehun glanced at his watch. "I'll call you if I decided to come, okay? It's almost midnight, so we will leave first" he replied to the co-pilot casually.
"Oh, yeah, sure. See you guys next week" he bid them goodbye, waving his hand at the two. Sehun opened the passenger door for Luhan.
"Bye, Jongin" the honey haired male smiled before got into the car. "Bye, Luhan"
The pilot closed the door, and rounded the car to reach the driver seat. "Don't go to Alice, Jongin" Sehun said before got into the driver seat. Jongin laughed at that.
Alice Cheongdamdong.
A bar he frequently visited with Sehun after their flight together, before he got arrested for DUI last year. He put the blame on him because the reason he got wasted was his crush liked Sehun, hence the latter was the root of the trouble he got into. No hard feelings between them afterward. They remained as best friend still. However, it wasn’t like the tan co-pilot would marry her eventually, they’re just a fling to him after all. Jongin laughed at the memories back then as he watched the car moved onward. “No worries, buddy”