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[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

In honor of the trans-atlantic plane flight I just got off, I'd like a ficlet with Chris blowing off steam during a hellish plane flight. Maybe with help from a friend.

Because I'm too polite to act out but I kept thinging "What would Chris do?"

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trans-atlantic vent

[originalrahrah.livejournal.com]

remember when you were so parched you thought you had spent the night on the gobi and you were punching the 'call attendant' button for longest 20 minutes of your life? the little slut brunette in the tight uniform was busy servicing the passenger from 6a in the foward bathroom. do the initials cak ring a bell now?

Re: trans-atlantic vent

[punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com]

lol i'm sorry - i found this just way too amusing

not sure it's quite hellish enough, but ...

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

He didn’t even realise he was jigging his knee in time to the music in his headphones until Lance's hand pressed down on his thigh for a long moment. He always took the pills that were meant to make it easier, but Chris still hated flying. It made his stomach twist if he let himself think about it too hard, and even when he was successfully not thinking about being in a little tin tube hurtling through the sky, ten or twelve hours trapped a little tin tube in public was still boring as hell.

The rhythm tapping on the lap tray thingie was at least ninety percent unconscious too, but Lance's long fingers hot and firm on his wrist was like some kind of *prize*, so he couldn't honestly claim that he wasn't in control of the teenie tiny shoulder movements he was making, that no one else could really see, but Lance could surely feel. Which in no way justified Lance's glare that accompanied one long finger poking him in the side. Which was something less like a prize and more like being told to shut up and go away and stop bothering Lance now and forever amen.

Seeing as Chris had refused to hear that message when there were actual words involved in it's transmission earlier in the day, he damn sure wasn't listening now. Chris wriggled against the poke, and ended up with his butt pressing against the seat arm, and his head on Lance's shoulder. He kept very still. Very still. Lance's papers were duller than a dull thing, but feeling Lance breath was always a good thing. And touching. Chris liked the touching. Especially when there had been yelling in the hotel room before hand. Lance might not be the kind of person who liked making a scene in public, but he was plenty capable of shrugging Chris off if he really didn’t want him there, so it definitely counted as a Very Good Thing that he was being allowed to touch. Would do even if resting on Lance's shoulder and feeling the tiny motions of Lance's body wasn't one of Chris' favourite things to do these days.

Lance's hoodie was fleecy soft cotton, and they were enough miles away from where they started that there was a slight scruff of facial hair to catch against Chris's hair if he moved his head a fraction, and he didn't even realise he was falling asleep until it happened.

Re: not sure it's quite hellish enough, but ...

[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

mmm, perfect Trickyfishy airplane cuddles. I could really feel all the little things Chris was going through.