Henry and Jared - Up in the Air (current)

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Maurice stretches in his sun beam and huffs as he jumps off his perch. Jared and Henry were home less than two weeks and now they’re gone again. This really makes Maurice miss the good old days when all Jared ever wanted to do was sit and snuggle for hours. Prowling down the hall, Maurice lets out a lonely warble. Frankie snarks something back from the kitchen window but what does he know. He’s the loner of the three, preferring his own company to a lap except for when he has a particular itch he wants Henry to scratch. Henry who has taken Jared and his lap and is gone goodness knows where. Bastard won’t even send them a post card.

Henry loves touring, traveling to a new city every few days. It makes him feel alive like nothing else, and that moment when hurtling down the runway lurches into wheels up is pure adrenaline. But he can feel the way the shows are wearing on Jared, see it in the weary set of his shoulders. "You're up for a break soon," Henry remarks, the window isn't so interesting as clouds obscure the view. He spreads his legs, letting his knee fall against Jared's. "Three weeks and I'm dragging you off to the beach.... just think about it. White sand. Blue water. Napping naked in the hammock."

This leg of the tour has been wearing. After the hoopla of award season, Jared naively thought things would quieten down. Wrong. There have been meetings and Hive business to attend to and he realises that he'd gotten into the habit of leaving stuff to other people, stuff he needs to deal with himself.

They did Europe right as the awards season wrapped up and now they’re back on the road in the States with the newest tour and while the shows are as good, the truth is, Jared is finding he's getting more tired than he used to. So much so he hasn't a clue where they are or where they're going, some time on a beach with Henry seems like a personal mirage.

Resting his hand on Henry's thigh, he leans against him, allowing the weariness to show.

"That sounds so good."

"Does," Henry leans down and picks up his backpack, pulling it up to rest on his outside knee; it shields the view from down the aisle. Not that anyone in first class should give a fuck, but he is still protective of Jared's image. "You napping in the sun, drooling on my chest." He grins.

"I do not drool." Jared lies. "Well maybe just a little." Actually he always drools on Henry, pretty much every time he uses his lover as a pillow. He's long since stopped being embarrassed about it, he wonders if Shan drools on Heidi or vice versa. The thought makes him smile. He'd never dare ask her.

"Just a little," Henry laughs. "Fuck." His eyes sparkle. The plane lurches a little and he tightens his hand on his bag. "Maybe I should get a bib for you."

"You're exaggerating." Although Jared's expression is serious, his eyes are laughing.

"No, never," Henry shakes his head yes. It feels good that Jared is that relaxed with him.

Jared can't help laughing. "You're mean." It's Rayon who breathes the words into Henry's ear because Jared likes to tease.

Oh and that gets a shiver. "Fuck," Henry hisses and shivers. He slides a hand up Jared's thigh. "You know, I was thinking that I should wash your hair tonight after the show."

"Yes please." Jared breathes, glad he's wearing baggy sweat pants. Even thinking about Henry washing his hair makes him hard. It's so intimate; it makes him feel very precious, loved.

"Please? I like the way this is going..." Henry's eyes sparkle, full of mischief.

"I was being polite ..." Jared is so easy. He knows it. "Sir..." He almost whispers.

"My sweet boy," Henry whispers back and the only thing that keeps him from finding a way to cuddle Jared in his seat is the sound of the steward coming down the aisle behind them. Henry maintains appearances and is as good as gold until they're alone again. He slouches in his seat and claims Jared's hand with his own. "My sweet boy," he says it again, picking up with their conversation had paused.

The words make Jared smile, lighting him up and bathing them both in the glow of his happiness. Henry makes everything better; he makes Jared happier than he ever thought he could be. And even if they can't cuddle, he knows Henry wants to and that's almost as good.

"Yours." He agrees, for in moments like these Jared couldn't be anymore Henry's if he tried.