First Class Action

Vulnerability

"Gavin..." Nines whispered as he tried to peel him away again. Gavin sniffled as he allowed himself to be turned over. He couldn't look at Nines. He felt so bad. Pathetic. He knew he looked terrible. His skin would be flushed. His eyes were red rimmed. His nose was running. His cheeks were wet with tears. He bit his lip and tried to stifle the next sob. His green eyes opened as Nines tilted his chin up. Nines looked surprised as he took in the full extent of his misery. Then he looked sad. Gavin felt terrible as fresh tears trickled from his eyes. He felt even worse as Nines didn't say a word. He just pulled him closer and wrapped him in his arms.

Gavin went with the urging and greedily nuzzled into his clothed chest, accepting the offered comfort. It felt like Nines held him tighter after that. One hand remained around his lower waist as the other reached up across his back to caress the back of his head. It felt good as Nines' fingers ran through his hair. It felt even better as his lips pressed against the top of his head. Gavin sobbed into the cotton fabric. He didn't feel like he deserved it. He didn't deserve this comfort. It wasn't Nines' fault. He was just being stupid. He was just crying over nothing. Part of him didn't even know why Nines was bothering. He'd half expected him to click his tongue and leave. Why wouldn't he? He was a high-flying rich guy who regularly paid for sex at the airport. He probably had a dozen other partners dotted around. He was hot enough.

It was almost surreal. Gavin wasn't sure he'd ever cried like this. Not even when his dad left. He'd cried a little when his mum died, and maybe a handful of other times that he could remember. When he was a child. Not when he was a teen, and certainly not afterwards. This was the stupidest thing to ever happen, and likely the most embarrassing. Then there was Nines. Rather than scoffing at him, he'd stayed. He didn't know why he was crying, but he'd offered comfort. He continued to hold and hush him, never speaking or asking questions. He was just holding him. Soothing him. Kissing him.

It was working. Gavin's sobs slowed and his shaking calmed. He was still sniffly, but that didn't bother Nines as he moved the hand in his hair to caress his stubbled cheek. It was slow progress, but he finally managed to get Gavin to raise his head enough for him to see his face. He was gentle as he wiped his tears away and kissed his forehead. Gavin closed his eyes and leaned into the affection. The lips moved from his forehead to his temple, then lower across his cheek until he reached his lips. Gavin hummed softly as Nines kissed him, tilting his head obediently at Nines' bidding. He opened his mouth as he felt Nines' tongue tease his bottom lip. Nines didn't hesitate as he deepened the kiss and rolled their bodies. Gavin pulled him down, gripping his shirt as he whined into the contact.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is your Captain speaking. We're coasting along at approximately thirty-two thousand feet, just coming in over Paris now. The local time is ten fifteen for those of you who want to change your watches. We'll be landing within the next thirty minutes, so please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts for landing." Nines drew back regretfully as the announcement sounded. He seemed sad as he gave Gavin a tight-lipped smile, stroking his cheek as they listened. Gavin swallowed hard. This was it. Nines would leave. The plane would land. They'd disembark, and Nines would leave. It almost seemed as if Nines could see he was about to cry again. He swooped in and sealed his lips, pressing close and devouring him.

"I have to go back to my seat...Get dress and strap in. I'll see you once we've landed." Nines drew back as Gavin gave him a subdued nod of agreement, watching forlornly as he hurried to the door and stepped out. He looked back with a smile as he closed it. Gavin tried to force a small smile in return, but wasn't sure he'd managed it as he sighed and unbuttoned his pyjama shirt. His chest felt dull and empty as he dressed. Hajda turned up just as he finished, knocking politely before stepping inside with a smile to clear away his bed. Once she was done and the chair was back as it should be, he sat down and fastened his seatbelt.