If Travis summarized his life there was a long line of men screwing him over. Namely his dad but then also Mr. Anderson his fifth grade teacher, because seriously, who says whales can't be Orange? There's no need to make it a big thing and call in parents about taking homework seriously. Then there was his basketball coach in middle school. The guy was an ass whole and pretty much constantly made Travis run laps. And of course there was Brandon from the football team. The jerk had no right to be such an enormous cock-block. Plus, he really wasn't good looking enough to steal all the girls.

Jared didn't really fit into the category here. It didn't make sense really, but Travis woke up cranky and sour, his stomach twisting and images of his dad and Jared and all the rest of them playing in his head. Like somehow Jared was the one who had pushed him and his mom around and put him down and then walked away like it was nothing.

Jared hadn't done that.

He had just fucked Travis—kinda—and maybe showed that he liked it too much. Put words in Travis' fucking mouth too, words that he hadn't said and he had nothing to defend himself with. Why the hell did he feel so small and pathetic and powerless over this?

Jared wasn't Brandon the football douche. He wasn't taking something away from Travis.

If the rest of the trip was awkward, Travis didn't really notice. He sat on the balcony a lot, staring out at the water. The pool bar held his attention for an entire afternoon and he passed out early on both of their last nights.

He didn't skip dinner or lunch but he was drunk through it. He remembered laughing way too hard at the little girl who tripped and spilled her plate of French Fries and then eating way too much grilled salmon and pizza. The next day he skipped lunch for the lobby bar and knew that he spent all of dinner staring at an empty plate and sipping on wine because he was slowly coming down and that was just unacceptable.

The morning of their flight home came fast and he did his best to get up fresh and early without grumbling about the epic hangover slowly sinking over him. He didn't say a word as they said their good-byes to the newlyweds. Just gave the smiling couple a hug and suddenly wondered if it was actually worth it to have that much sex that they were barely seen for the first week of their honey moon. He imagined that it would be chafing after a while and then decided that it would still be worth it.

His mom took the seat next to him for the trip back to the Airport, silently handing him a bottle of Tylenol and one of water.

He took both silently and shut the drapes against the sun before sinking into sleep.

When he woke up his hangover was in full swing and they were at the airport.

His mom nudged him and he glance at her, suppressing a groan at the concerned look in her eyes.

"Do we need to talk about anything?" she asked.

Travis blinked at her.

"What? What are you talking about?"

She sighed and stood up, grabbing her bags.

"I'll ask again when we're home then."

For two agonizing hours he stood in lines and then sat in the food court with his head on the table and then dozed uncomfortably in the chairs by the gate.

The other four were chatting amicably next to Travis and surprisingly, he found himself torn with the desire to tell them to shut the hell up and the sudden longing to join in and feel like a normal part of their lives again.

Okay, maybe chronic drinking wasn't really his thing then. Maybe he should make sure that it didn't happen again...

Travis glanced at Jared. He didn't remember looking at him once since the other night.

He looked fresh and clean and good and he looked over at Travis at the exact same moment and faltered in what he was saying, his lips twitching down from his easy smile.

Travis tore his gaze away and remembered that he had sunglasses. He rummaged around for his sunglasses and then turned away from his family and gazed at the landing strip waiting for their plane to be ready.

It wasn't really some weird turn of fate that their seats were separated, three together, two apart. Jared and Travis were usually friends, after all, and they had wanted the window seats.

It was Jared's turn at the window so even though Travis was on the plane first he pressed against the seats to let people pass and waited for Jared to slide up next to him.

He stopped in front of Travis, giving him a long, hard, look and then silently shoved his bag in their compartment and took his seat.

Travis followed suit, settling in and ignoring the quick glances being shot his way while the plain took a ridiculously long time preparing for takeoff and showing them all the emergency procedures.

"Its kind of redundant," Jared said, reading his mind. "I mean, we had to have seen this on the way in to Cuba, right? Why do we have to see it again?"

Travis snorted.

"Exactly," he said. "They just want to make sure that flying is as annoying as possible."

Jared smiled at him warmly and Travis' stomach squirmed. He swallowed and turned away and managed to avoid making eye contact until they were in air and the stewardess came by with the drinks.

He took the small rum and coke and downed it in one go.

Jared gave him a look and Travis unfortunately caught it.

He shrugged, suddenly remembering his vow to stop drinking so much and feeling a swell of guilt that he just didn't understand.

"I'm hung over," he explained moodily. He crossed his arms and silently dared Jared to say anything.

Unfortunately, Jared was never usually intimidated by Travis' glares.

"About that," he started. "You think we should talk about it?"

Travis rolled his eyes.

"Seriously? What, are you my mother now?"

Jared raised his brows.

"Go, I hope not, after the other night."

Travis' mouth went dry, all words leaving him. He suddenly couldn't tear his eyes away from the little screen on the chair in front of him. It was off, so he wasn't fooling anyone.

"Look," Jared said softly. "It's been pretty damn obvious what's going on in your head the last couple days."

"Really?" Travis choked. He fought back a laugh but it came any way, stuttering and fake.

"Well maybe you could explain it to me then, because I have no idea."

The tone of his voice was so obvious and so desperate that Travis swallowed again, trying to pull himself back under control. God, he didn't even know how badly this was messing with him, he hadn't given himself a chance to think about it.

"You're scared," Jared said softly.

It obviously wasn't meant to insult Travis, but seriously, bad choice of words.

His eyes snapped to Jared's wide, greens incredulously.

"What?" he demanded.

Jared smiled. It was an amused, border-lining-eye-roll kind of smile and Travis glared.

"What would make you think I'm scared?"

"Well..."

Jared trailed his fingers over the edge of the arm rest, turning to face the window as he thought.

"You shoved me out of bed like I was on fire," he finally said. "Burning you, you know?"

"Yes, thanks for the explanation, because I'm that fucking stupid I didn't get it."

Jared let out a low breath.

"Look, I'm not trying to start another pissing match here. You came on to me, freaked out on me when I went with it and then you stayed drunk for two days. Those are the facts. What does it sound like to you?"

Travis didn't have an answer.

In fact, it sounded way too much like Jared was right and well, again, he hadn't given himself a chance to think about it. He didn't want to even now, but now the flood gates were open and he was just coherent enough that he couldn't help but wonder.

"I'm not mad anymore," Jared suddenly said. "Well, actually, I mean—I wish it never happened like that but—you know, I get it."

Travis looked at Jared, finally unafraid to meet his gaze. Whatever Jared saw in his expression, apparently it was good because he smiled softly, the corners of his lips tilting ever so slightly as though he was miles ahead of Travis on whatever this thing was that they had started and he was along for the ride. Travis wasn't so sure if he wanted that, but he didn't mind the look. In fact he kind of liked it.

"I think I just... don't like not being on control."

He hadn't meant to say it, but found that was probably the most honest thing he'd ever said. He wanted to be in charge of everything that affected him. If he could blame bad decisions on circumstances and alcohol that was one thing but with Jared, he'd been sober and rational and he hadn't had any say in what happened, even though he'd started it.

"That makes a lot of sense," Jared said softly.

Travis suddenly realized that Jared had drifted closer. He was leaning in to Travis, watching him with an intense look that Travis couldn't really figure out but oddly suited him, made his wide innocent eyes look sharp and shadowed at once.

"I want to know," he started and paused, licking his lips absently. Travis followed the movement and swallowed.

"I want to know what would make you more comfortable," he finally said, and then shook his head quickly as though he regretted saying it. "Only if you want to tell me. You don't have to."

Travis stared at him for a long moment.

"You mean..."

Jared nodded, his adams-apple bobbing in his throat.

Travis took a breath and looked away, letting it out slowly. He wondering if the temperature had actually gone up just now or if he was really that easy to control through little suggestions like that one.

After a moment, he looked at Jared and found him leaned back in his seat, biting his full bottom lip and pretending—very badly—that he wasn't really that interested in what Travis had to say.

"Maybe..." his quiet word had Jared leaning in at once. "I don't know... maybe if I wasn't... under..."

"Oh."

Jared nodded at once, like that wasn't such a big deal at all and Travis actually felt instantly better even just on that level. Maybe the drinking had been an overreaction.

"Um..." he thought for a moment and then nodded to himself. "I don't like talking like that."

"Like what?" Jared asked frowning.

"Like..." Okay, he had definitely begged Jared to speak to him the other night, but still. He flushed. "About things that I want. Or don't want. Or anything even related to what I might or might not..." Feel was the word he left out, but Jared seemed to get it.

He raised his brows in sudden understanding and nodded.

"I can do that," he said thoughtfully.

Seriously?

Travis hadn't quite realized they were figuring out the next round but it made a weird kind of sense to do it. To make up for the last time.

Maybe they just should have cornered each other from the beginning and tried again, only in Travis' way.

The thought made his heart rate pick up, remembering all of the things he'd wanted to do to Jared that night, before it had gotten so out of control.

"What else?" Jared asked.

He sounded a little breathless and Travis just loved that tone of voice, it sent a thrill into his dick without warning, making him twitch a little in anticipation.

"Let me slide my cock into your mouth," he said quietly and Jared's eyes widened slightly, his breath hitching. "In and out, nice and slow until you're moaning all over me, swallowing me down."

"I've never done it," Jared said. He didn't say it uncertainly, more like a warning. There wasn't even the hint of an argument there. He wanted to try.

"Jesus," Travis breathed. "How long is this flight?"

How long until they can be acting this out? Is what he meant.

"Five hours," Jared said at once. He sounded just as impatient as Travis felt.

It was weird what a dramatic turn his libido could make in a matter of seconds, he decided, and finally letting go of everything that had been clouding his mind for days he leaned over, shoving Jared with his shoulder and muttering under his breath.

"So, should we try to sneak into the washroom?"

He thought Jared was super on board with this whole thing but his eyes widened and he looked away, straightening in his seat.

"What, now?" he asked awkwardly.

Travis shrugged.

"Well, yeah unless..." he reached over, letting a hand casually fall onto Jared's knee. "You wanna pull a repeat of the bus?"

"What?" Jared pushed his hand off and Travis finally realized that he was missing the mark somehow because Jared didn't seem to be just acting out his usual prudish self, he was pissed.

"Travis."

He took a slow breath and then turned to face him in his seat looking incredulous.

Travis crossed his arms defensively. Like it was that weird for him to think Jared wanted to fool around with him?

"You spent two days straight avoiding me," he said. "And now you want to fuck in the washroom like this is all nothing?"

He swore. Bad sign. Apparently he was more pissed than Travis thought.

"Haven't you ever had make-up sex?" he asked. He sounded a little sulky even to himself.

"No," Jared snapped.

"Alright, whatever." Travis fell silent, shifting absently away. "I just thought you'd want to."

He avoided looking at Jared but could still feel his eyes burning into him as he turned on his TV and plugged in his ear buds. He could still kind of see how he was turned in his seat, blatantly watching Travis.

He was use to getting stared at, usually he returned the heated looks with an interested one of his own but not with Jared and definitely not now. Not while he was waiting...

Allison Summers once told him that he was a manipulative bastard and as Jared sighed and nudged him with a soft whisper Travis finally thought that he got what she meant.

"Come after me in two minutes. I'll be in the one at the back."

Jared didn't exactly look excited, more anxious in fact. His cheeks were flushed though and the way he breathed into Travis' ear made him feel relieved and not at all guilty.

He counted the two minutes out in slow Mississippi's and then stood up as casually as he could, his dick already hard from the build up.

He felt like everyone was staring at him as he walked to the back, but everyone he looked at was either asleep, reading or watching a movie.

There was a stewardess in the back but she just smiled at Travis and if she knew that Jared was in there waiting for him, she definitely didn't let on.

He smiled back and pushed the door open and Jared was right there.

"Jeeze, it's small in here."

Jared gave him a strained smile.

"It's not exactly made for this."

For a second they stared at one another, not saying anything or moving and Travis remembered suddenly just how awkward it had been the other times too.

He opened his mouth, about to say something about Jared being right. They shouldn't just mess around in random washrooms even if it did mean they'd join the mile high club but then Jared pressed against him, pushing him up a little forcefully against the door.

Travis took in a sharp breath and then realized that Jared was just locking the door.

He didn't pull away though and like before, Travis found his eyes dropping to Jared's full lips.

He licked them while Travis watched and it nearly made him choke.

He didn't lean into Travis the way that Travis was suddenly waiting for, to kiss him and suck his lips in and taste. Instead, he kept his hands steady against Travis' chest, and sank down slowly, looking him in the eye the whole time.

Travis didn't know what Jared wanted to see there, but if it was him on the edge of horniest-he'd-ever-been, that's what he got. Most girls were so subtle about everything they liked and didn't like to the point that sometimes, if they weren't creaming already or making obscene noises Travis couldn't even tell if they were into it. With Jared though, it was so obvious. He looked fucking starving for it.

He had to sit on the seat to do it and Travis was already breathing so hard when Jared got his pants open that he had to brace his hands on the wall to keep steady.

His tip was already shining with pre-come when Jared touched his lips to it. He licked it off, tasting it for a moment before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around him.

Travis moaned, his head falling back and eyes shut.

Jared did this weird, exploratory thing with his tongue and Travis had to pull back a little, taking in a sharp breath and swearing.

"Fuck."

He took another breath to bring himself back and then nudged forward again, his cock bumping at Jared's lips. They opened invitingly and Travis ended up staring down at his friend, at the image of himself sliding into his mouth. Possessiveness surged through him and he shoved again, suddenly wanting Jared to feel it too.

He choked a little but didn't pull back, swallowing around Travis and moaning when Travis slid his fingers into his hair. He tilted his head back, not realizing what he was doing until they were already staring into one another's eyes.

He couldn't look away now, not when Jared looked so good with his lips all red and swollen around him, his eyes blown with arousal. He couldn't even look away when he reached into his pants, pulling his own cock free and jerking in time with Travis' thrusts.

His eyes rolled back and he was moaning even loader than Travis was, his free hand gripping into his hip and tugging him into his mouth in the rhythm he wanted. Then he did that swirly thing around Travis' tip again.

His grip into Jared's shoulder must have been painful, but he couldn't help it, couldn't even move except with uncontrolled little jerks into Jared's mouth. He held him still while he fucked into him, coming down his throat, and god, Jared was some sort of sex ninja or something because even without warning and on his first time, he swallowed it all, only groaning, his fist pumping harder on his cock.

No sooner had Travis slumped against him and he was being pushed back, against the door again, moving without argument until Jared was against him again, sucking a patch on his neck. He jerked against Travis, his fist shucking up his shirt and Jared's tip was being pressed into his stomach, rubbing over his abs with each movement.

Travis didn't move but Jared pulled his head back with a groan, his lips connecting with Travis' ear and making him shiver.

"Please tell me this is still okay," he groaned.

Travis thought about it and decided it wasn't so bad when all he had to do was stand here. Besides, he was way too satisfied to put up a fight.

Instead of answering, he put his arms around Jared, feeling incredibly generous when he gripped his hips and tugged him in a little closer.

His cock twitched in interest but he ignored it in favor of listening to the desperate way Jared gasped against him. When he came, his cock was pressed hard into Travis' abdomen, his hand barely there and his cum sliding all over his belly button, making them both slick as he continued to rub against him, riding it down.

With the amount of noise Jared had been making, it was oddly quiet afterward.

They cleaned up in silence and the rushing of air and the sounds of the plane seemed suddenly very loud.

"Should I go first?" Travis asked finally.

"Was this okay?" Jared suddenly asked.

Travis blinked at him.

"What?"

"I mean..." Jared sank down onto the toilet lid again and looked up at him. "Are we okay? Will you, you know, freak out again or was this..."

Travis swallowed, running over everything that had just happened. It was still weird that he and Jared were fooling around, but actually, he couldn't say that any of that was a turn off.

"I won't. That was all really..." fucking hot, "good," he settled on.

Jared's smile lit up his whole face and Travis found himself grinning back. Right there in that one expression were all the reasons that Travis had always liked Jared, despite their odd fit as friends.

"Okay, you go first," Jared said, shoving him lightly. "If anyone's lined up out there tell them you blocked this one up."

He rolled his eyes and even though he was pretty sure that was impossible on an airplane, he gave the middle-aged man and his little daughter a big speech about burrito's and they bought it.

Jared was still smiling when he got back to his seat and they spent the rest of the flight watching the family channel shows (because it totally beat the latest Jen Aniston flick ) and taking turns playing games on Jared's phone.

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