the front office to call in sick. The only thing that helped was the knowledge that Jake and Duncan were getting closer every minute as their plane headed for the Philadelphia airport.
* * * *
“I hope I can make it to baggage without barfing.” Jake closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the seat. He sensed Duncan’s sympathy from across the aisle. He wished the other man could come back over and hold his hand, but they were landing and had to wear their seat belts. Thank God they had first class seats, he thought, swallowing hard. If he’d had to squish himself into coach seating feeling like this, he knew he’d have thrown up already.
It would look weird if I came over and cuddled you , Duncan thought. Jake smiled briefly then clutched the seat’s armrest as he felt the plane lurch again. “I can’t wait until this plane is on the ground,” he muttered.
“It won’t be long now.” Duncan shifted in his seat then sighed.
Jake cracked open his eyes and saw that his friend didn’t look any better than he felt. Duncan was pale, the last remnants of the eyeliner from the video shoot smudged beneath his eyes like bruises. Duncan lifted his head and met Jake’s gaze, the heat in his warm, brown eyes belying the exhaustion his body showed. “Duncan—” Jake began then stopped, not sure of what he wanted to say. He could feel Emma in his head, dimly heard her talking to her boss. He hoped to God that she was getting out of school for the day. He wanted her home when the plane landed. That’s where they were going.
“I’m fine, Jake, just concentrate on yourself. I’m tired, but I don’t get nauseous like you do.” Duncan shifted again, looking like he wanted to stretch out his neck and back.
“I can tell you’ve got a monster headache.”
“Nothing I can do about it,” Duncan replied shortly. Jake sighed as the other man resolutely turned his face away and closed his eyes.
* * * *
An hour later, Jake was quietly cursing under his breath because he hated the entourage that had to follow them everywhere. He was grateful for the bodyguards, Charlie and Dave, because sometimes the fans were overwhelming, but he wished they could just walk through an airport without all the commotion. He stopped in front of the luggage carousel, wondering again why he didn’t hire someone to do this for them.
“Because you thought it would keep me humble,” Duncan retorted, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Jake slung a look sideways, noting the slump in Duncan’s shoulders. The long video shoot meant neither man had been able to get any sleep the night before. To be honest, it was also because of the bonding. They’d had a trailer where they could rest before catching an early flight, but there were too many people around them for Jake to crawl into bed with Duncan without creating a lot of questions they weren’t yet ready to answer. Damned shame , Jake thought bitterly. I would’ve enjoyed napping with him.
Duncan looked at him and Jake blushed, fighting back a surge of frustration. Blushing! This bonding thing was seriously fucking with his manhood. Duncan laughed and winked. Jake rolled his eyes, fussing with his leather cuffs. He wished he could take them off. They hid the bonding tattoos perfectly, but his skin itched. He wanted to uncuff the leather and rub his arms all over Emma. And Duncan. He grinned, sneaking another glance at his friend, savoring the snug fit of his jeans. Duncan has a really nice ass . Jake felt his face heat up again. He still wasn’t used to thinking about another guy like that. He imagined touching Duncan’s cock, wondering what it would feel like against his hand. The other night with Emma had blurred into a vague memory of desperation. All he could really recall was the sensation of a lot of skin against his and then coming his brains out. Jake shivered, trying to reign in his wayward thoughts. He watched Duncan shift his weight and shove a hand in one of his front
* * * *
“I hope I can make it to baggage without barfing.” Jake closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the seat. He sensed Duncan’s sympathy from across the aisle. He wished the other man could come back over and hold his hand, but they were landing and had to wear their seat belts. Thank God they had first class seats, he thought, swallowing hard. If he’d had to squish himself into coach seating feeling like this, he knew he’d have thrown up already.
It would look weird if I came over and cuddled you , Duncan thought. Jake smiled briefly then clutched the seat’s armrest as he felt the plane lurch again. “I can’t wait until this plane is on the ground,” he muttered.
“It won’t be long now.” Duncan shifted in his seat then sighed.
Jake cracked open his eyes and saw that his friend didn’t look any better than he felt. Duncan was pale, the last remnants of the eyeliner from the video shoot smudged beneath his eyes like bruises. Duncan lifted his head and met Jake’s gaze, the heat in his warm, brown eyes belying the exhaustion his body showed. “Duncan—” Jake began then stopped, not sure of what he wanted to say. He could feel Emma in his head, dimly heard her talking to her boss. He hoped to God that she was getting out of school for the day. He wanted her home when the plane landed. That’s where they were going.
“I’m fine, Jake, just concentrate on yourself. I’m tired, but I don’t get nauseous like you do.” Duncan shifted again, looking like he wanted to stretch out his neck and back.
“I can tell you’ve got a monster headache.”
“Nothing I can do about it,” Duncan replied shortly. Jake sighed as the other man resolutely turned his face away and closed his eyes.
* * * *
An hour later, Jake was quietly cursing under his breath because he hated the entourage that had to follow them everywhere. He was grateful for the bodyguards, Charlie and Dave, because sometimes the fans were overwhelming, but he wished they could just walk through an airport without all the commotion. He stopped in front of the luggage carousel, wondering again why he didn’t hire someone to do this for them.
“Because you thought it would keep me humble,” Duncan retorted, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Jake slung a look sideways, noting the slump in Duncan’s shoulders. The long video shoot meant neither man had been able to get any sleep the night before. To be honest, it was also because of the bonding. They’d had a trailer where they could rest before catching an early flight, but there were too many people around them for Jake to crawl into bed with Duncan without creating a lot of questions they weren’t yet ready to answer. Damned shame , Jake thought bitterly. I would’ve enjoyed napping with him.
Duncan looked at him and Jake blushed, fighting back a surge of frustration. Blushing! This bonding thing was seriously fucking with his manhood. Duncan laughed and winked. Jake rolled his eyes, fussing with his leather cuffs. He wished he could take them off. They hid the bonding tattoos perfectly, but his skin itched. He wanted to uncuff the leather and rub his arms all over Emma. And Duncan. He grinned, sneaking another glance at his friend, savoring the snug fit of his jeans. Duncan has a really nice ass . Jake felt his face heat up again. He still wasn’t used to thinking about another guy like that. He imagined touching Duncan’s cock, wondering what it would feel like against his hand. The other night with Emma had blurred into a vague memory of desperation. All he could really recall was the sensation of a lot of skin against his and then coming his brains out. Jake shivered, trying to reign in his wayward thoughts. He watched Duncan shift his weight and shove a hand in one of his front
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