Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 21 ♡~♡

"What?!" Eijirou's voice, muffled and slightly terrified, squeaked. "Won't we need those for, like, oxygen?!"

"Don't be a dimwit." Katsuki rolled his eyes. "It's gunna be smacking me in the face. Take it off. I thought we could use them to talk if you were-" in a different seat. "We don't need the mics now."

Katsuki ignored the flex of thighs beneath his own as Eijirou's arms rose to box him in, heart hammering, sweat building along his forehead. He refused to turn around as he reached behind Eijirou, hands brushing against ribs. Breath sucked in.

"You ticklish too, huh?" Katsuki flicked a gaze up, pulling the seat belt around them.

"Uh, no actually." Eijirou blushed, turning to push the helmet through as Katsuki frowned, clicking the belt in around them.

"Huh." Head tilted as hands flew to cling to his thighs. "Wh-Eijirou, that fucking hurts."

"Mmm." Forehead pressed into the back of Katsuki's head.

"Alright, stay hidden till I get us airborne then." Katsuki compromised. "But I promise you this is going to be amazing." He turned on the motor, smiling as the fingers dug in tighter at Ground Zero coming to life beneath them. "I know everyone says I like to fly because it's fast," buttons clicked, speaker sparked to life, radars came on. "Or because it's aggressive."

Eijirou hummed that he was listening, grip relaxed a little as Katsuki spoke. Good. The blond looked around for the dogs, spotting them over by the staff room.

"We're going to start rolling forward now. Ground Zero's a real smooth ride, Ei." Keeping his voice soft, Eijirou peeked over his shoulder. "This is one of my favorite parts. I count down from twenty and we take off. No turbulence if I do it right."

"How often do you do it right?" Eijirou yelped soft, face buried in the crook of Katsuki's neck, hands jerking up to the crease of his hips, digging in as Ground Zero maneuvered to the runway.

Fuck. Katsuki's eyes rolled closed at the pressure, it was instinctive the way his hips ground back into Eijirou in response, thankfully in time to Ground Zero stopping. My good boy. A hand pat the dash affectionately. Don't let me do anything stupid like that again.

"See?" He continued, facing straight ahead, unable to look back at Eijirou who had looked up at the rolling pressure of Katsuki's ass against him. Hopefully he was looking at the landing strip before them and not connecting dots. "Smooth."

"Except for that stop." He retorted.

"That was me adjusting for the extra on board, dipshit." Katsuki snapped, embarrassment making him crass, gaze yanking back to the soft smile.

"I'm teasing, Kat." His voice by Katsuki's ear allowed it to be soft, his breath smelled like stale energy drink. Fingers still digging into the creases of Katsuki's jeans, wedged into the dip between pelvis and thigh like his life depended on it. "I'm... I'm not as nervous as before."

"Hm." Lips tightened in response, eyes moved back to the end of the tarmac. "Are you ready?"

"Oh man," Eijirou chuckled, arms wrapping around Katsuki's midsection, chin tucking over his shoulder. "Don't ask me that."

The vibration of his voice travelled up over Katsuki's shoulder, the pressure of Eijirou's Adam's Apple against his skin-

"Okay." Hands tightened on the joystick. "I won't." And Ground Zero surged forward. "Let's show him how it's done, Baby."

"Oh shit." Eijirou's chin ducked just behind Katsuki's shoulder.

"Ground Zero will take good care of us." Katsuki didn't care that Eijirou heard the sweet talk, fingers pet the dash again as his occupied handmanouvered the joystick. He didn't care that he shared in this moment; his vulnerability.