Summary: During their flight to Europe, MC (Lydia) has a mischievous way to pass the time with Zig.
The flight attendants had lowered the airplane lights and most of the other passengers had settled back into their seats to sleep. Zig and Lydia’s seats were towards the back of the plane and, as luck would have it, they had their little row of three seats all to themselves. Zig leaned back against the window and Lydia put her head on his chest, inhaling his familiar comforting scent. Zig took the scratchy blue airline blanket and draped it over them, tucking her in. He lightly traced his fingers over her hair as he closed his eyes. The armrest dug into his lower back a little, but he didn’t want to move her.
Zig felt her fingertips tracing lazily along the hem of his shirt before slipping under the white fabric, her touch skimming the tops of his jeans, his bare skin. He cracked open one eye and glanced down at her. Lydia’s eyes were still closed, but the ends of her mouth were twisted in a mischievous grin. He reached down and jokingly squeezed her butt in reproach. She smiled broadly, biting her bottom lip. Zig leaned down until his lips were nearly brushing her ear.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” he whispered.
“Nothing,” she whispered back innocently, her eyes still closed. However, the sweetness of her tone belied the way her hand cupped the front of his jeans. Zig flicked his eyes up to the lone man sitting across the aisle from them. His eyes were covered with a sleep mask and his head tilted away from them, mouth slack with sleep. Lydia undid the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper, the sound absorbed into the white noise of the plane. Zig glanced around, checking for the flight attendants, but they all appeared to be back in the galleys. Most of the other passengers around them seemed to be dozing or fully absorbed with an inflight movie, the headphones clamped securely over their ears.
Lydia slid her hand inside his jeans but over his boxer briefs, her fingers running down his hardening length under the cotton. Zig shifted his knees a little wider and she reached further down, the pads of her fingers caressing his balls. Zig’s breath caught and he glanced around again, checking again for watching eyes but finding none. He leaned his head back against the airplane wall as Lydia slowly peeled back the waistband of his underwear. She slid her hand inside, rearranging him until his cock was pointing up, just the tip exposed above the waistband. Lydia leaned her lips close to him, her breath hot and anticipatory before Zig felt her tongue on him, tracing slow circles around his head. He bit back a groan and instead buried his fingers in her hair.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, Lydia pulled down his boxer briefs, her tongue following attentively. Zig tried to keep his face passive in case anyone should look his way, but the further down Lydia got, the harder it was–in every sense of the word.
Finally, when she’d freed him completely from his underwear, Lydia took him in her mouth, her head making a slow, measured rise and fall over him. Zig glanced around, still making sure no one could see what they were doing. Everyone appeared to be blissfully ignorant and Zig could feel himself getting closer.
Just then, Zig noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. A flight attendant had left the galley and was making her way up their aisle, checking on the passengers. Shit he thought. He quickly tapped Lydia on the shoulder, once, twice, three times, hoping she’d know what that meant. Luckily, she guessed correctly. Lydia slid her lips off of Zig and rested her head on his stomach, her torso hiding him. She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, and Zig tried to look passive and unaffected even though all he could think about was the way the very sensitive tip of his cock was pressed against the base of her throat. The flight attendant barely glanced in their direction before she strode past and, once she was through the galley curtain between them and first class, Zig slowly let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Lydia opened her eyes and looked up at him questioningly. He nodded. She grinned and resumed her previous steady pace.
Zig tried desperately to stay still, but as he felt himself getting close, really close, he couldn’t help but squirm a little in his seat. Lydia noticed his movement and began to pick up the pace, her hands and mouth moving faster, urging him forward. Zig’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling a little as he glanced down. Christ, he loved the way her lips looked wrapped around his cock, the way her tongue–
It took all of Zig’s restraint not to moan as he came, pulsing hard but trying to keep his body still so as to not attract attention. Lydia pulled every last bit of pleasure out of him, her mouth on him until it almost became too much to bear until she finally let him go. She kissed his stomach before propping herself up on her elbows enough to allow Zig enough room to redress. Once he did, she pulled herself to rest her head on his chest once more while Zig wrapped his arms around her.
“You know,” Zig whispered once his head had cleared a little, “it’d be easier to reciprocate if you were wearing a skirt instead of jeans …”
Lydia grinned and reached up, kissing him just below his earlobe.
“I’ll keep that in mind for our return flight,” she murmured. Then she settled back down on his chest and Zig leaned his head back against the plane wall. The man across the aisle slept on, unmoved from his previous position. As Zig drifted off to sleep himself, the flight attendant made another pass down their aisle, not bothering to look at the cuddling couple.
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