Scout's Honour - TCT - Part 5

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With a load of cum drying in his shirt, Ethan spent the rest of the flight asleep on his boyfriend's shoulder, and was woken only by the flight attendant.

"Oh my god" he almost wept, staring at the two scouts who were in the process of waking up, "aren't you two just the cutest darn things! LOUISE!"

Everybody in the vicinity woke with a startle as a plump blonde flight attendant came bustling down the aisle.

"Look!" The flamboyant man said, holding his chest as the woman peered down at Ethan and Corey, "aren't they just adorable!"

When the flight crew had gotten over the cuteness of the two teenagers, everybody returned to their seats and Ethan looked out the window. It was much darker now, and he watched as flurries of thick snow burst around the plane.

"Look" he gasped, nudging Corey who looked out too.

The city below them sparkled in the dim light, and both of them stared at it in awe. It looked like something from a fairytale and neither of them could take their eyes off it as it got closer and closer.

When the wheels finally hit the tarmac and the plane came to a halt, Ethan took a sigh of relief. He'd made it, and even if he did have a bit of an episode, he had gotten there in one piece, and suddenly, things didn't seem as bad as they had back in America.

"Okay, stay together" Matthew ordered as the bustled through the busy airport, "I'm the only one who can speak Polish, so DON'T get lost".

"Since when can you speak Polish?" Ross scoffed, and Matthew growled.

"I've been learning!" He barked, and turned on his heel as the rest followed close behind.

The airport was quite small compared to the one that they'd left, and Ethan couldn't help but notice how old it looked. He watched as businessmen and women scurried by, some running to catch flights, others arguing on their phones. He continued to people watch until he spotted a payphone.

"Hey wait up" he called, and the gang turned back to him.

"I have to uh... I have to call my... Never mind" he mumbled, and the scouts continued walking.

"Ethan" Corey barked, "you have to call your mom, she told you to"

"Shh" he spat, and walked ahead.

"Oh come on, are you seriously embarrassed by that?" Corey scoffed, "she's your mom!"

"I'll call her in the next airport" Ethan said quietly, his cheeks blushing red.

"You better" his boyfriend replied sternly, and once they'd collected their bags, they boarded a rickety old bus that was waiting for them out in the bitter snow.

"Holy fucking shit" Ross chattered, holding his arms as he hugged his body.

"Ma... Matthew this is fucking freezing" Greg whimpered, his teeth smashing off each other as they dove into the old bus.

Ethan had to admit, he wasn't sure that he'd ever experienced anything as cold in his life, and as he boarded the bus, pushing between Corey and Greg, he reached into his pants to make sure his dick was still on the outside of his body.

As the rest of the scouts got on, all that could be heard was chattering teeth and groans.

"Heat" an ancient looking Polish man said from the front seat, and all of the young men turned to look at him.

"Heat?" He repeated, and Matthew nodded.

"Americans" the man laughed, and Ethan noticed now that the man was wearing a t-shirt.

The jittery bus jumped to life and a few minutes later, the airport disappeared behind them and they found themselves thundering down a completely dark road. Nobody said a word, but everybody was equally as terrified.

By the time they reached the highway, Corey had turned white, as had most of the others.

"So how was your first ever flight?" Matthew asked Ethan, a bit of colour swimming back into his cheeks.

"Oh it was fine" he shrugged, and Corey scoffed.

"Yeah, if we don't count this" he smirked, holding up his hand which now had finger sized bruises.

"Sorry" Ethan winced, but his boyfriend hugged him as they continued their journey.

Whilst some of the scouts were still quite exhausted, it was impossible to sleep on the bus. The driver, who they quickly learned was named Jerzy, spent most of the time speaking loudly in Polish to somebody else, occasionally swerving back onto the correct side of the road.

"Where you are going?" Jerzy shouted into the back, taking his eyes completely off the road as he watched them in the mirror.

"Uh... Finland" Matthew, who had unofficially been nominated as their spokesperson said.

"Finland!" He shouted, "why not Poland, huh? We are not good for you?"

"No, no it's not that!" Matthew almost gasped, until the man laughed hysterically.

"I'm doing a joke, yes?" He beamed, whacking the steering wheel until the horn beeped.

The terrified scouts all laughed nervously.

"Finland is good, but you be careful of bear" he nodded, and without a word of warning, lifted what was once his leg.

The young men stared at him, horrified. A stump waved in the air as the man continued to speed through the thick snow.

Roman and Jules both had their heads between their knees, and Ethan felt like vomiting too. It was another two hours of mayhem before all semblance of civilisation had disappeared, and they were in complete and utter darkness.

"Just up the road" Jerzy said, in between bites of a sandwich that he had found somewhere on the bus.

By the time all eight scouts stepped onto land again, everyone appeared happy to be alive, except for Roman who was retching into a ditch.

"So" Matthew said to the group, wiping sweat from his brow as Jerzy screeched into the darkness, "do you guys want the good news or the bad news?"

A silence fell other than the blizzard that whipped around them as they stood under the snowy night sky, freezing.

"What do you mean, bad?" Ross growled.

"Well the good news" Matthew squirmed, "is that this is definitely the right airport"

"Why wouldn't it be the right airport Matthew?" Jules asked sternly.

"I'm trying to find the silver lining here, Jules" Matthew winced.

"And the bad news?" Corey pressed.

"Our plane is boarding in ten minutes" he explained to the group calmly.

Everybody's eyes widened, and a split second later, the entire gang of scouts were bounding through the small, rundown airport.

"WAIT!" Matthew howled as they ran toward the only gate in the entire place.

A middle aged man sat on a chair beside it reading a newspaper and momentarily glanced up as the exhausted, breathless scouts arrived.

"Why you are running?" The man asked with a shrug.

"We... We're late" Matthew gasped, holding his chest.

"Late!" The man cackled, smacking his leg, "yes, many people wait for you on the plane".

Without even looking at the scout's tickets or passports, the man gestured toward the gate and they shuffled on nervously.

"This doesn't feel right" Ethan whispered as Corey took his hand.

"It's fine" he assured his boyfriend, "all of these small airports are the same, they don't care once they've been paid".

Corey said it to ease Ethan's mind, but even he felt uncomfortable as the small jet came into view.

"That's the plane?" Ethan gasped, tightening his grip on Corey.

The small jet was minuscule in comparison to the airliner they had taken earlier. It appeared old and somewhat cheap, the paint having chipped off in many places.

"W... Where's the engines?" Roman asked, his face now a sickly green.

"It's only a short flight guys" Matthew gulped and as they hurried across the cold, icy tarmac, a roar of thunder crashed above them causing both Jules and Roman to yelp.

"GO!" The man from inside shouted, as he ran behind them, "STORM COMING!"

The scouts exchanged terrified glances between each other before running toward the small, propellor engine jet.

Ethan and Corey climbed on after the rest of the group and felt the plane rock as they did. Ethan's palms were sweating profusely.

"Americans" the man said as they boarded, "you go down the back please, and Russians"

All of the scouts now looked toward the other group of young men who were already aboard the plane.

"You up the front, otherwise plane go into water, thank you".

The man, who the scouts now realised was the pilot, slid into the cockpit and left the large group of young men alone.

"Hello" Matthew smiled awkwardly to the gang of Russians, none of whom replied.

"Well perhaps they don't speak English" he added, and looked up as he racked his brains.

"Cześć!" He said eventually, seemingly very proud of himself for remembering the word.

The tallest of the group, an extremely handsome but cold looking young man, with features as sharp as glass and narrowed eyes, turned to Matthew and snarled. The entire group of scouts gulped.

"We speak English" he hissed in a thick accent, "but you do not speak Russian".

His eyes travelled across the anxious scouts until they landed on Corey and Ethan, dropping to their hands which were still clasped together. A look of disgust flashed across the young Russian's face, and Ethan instinctively let go of his boyfriend's hand.

He could see Corey glaring at him from the corner of his eye, and a moment later, they all walked to the back of the plane.

"Thanks for that" Corey snapped, pushing himself into one of the small, loose chairs.

"Sorry" Ethan grimaced, "I... It's..."

"Forget it" he replied, clipping on his seatbelt which instantly popped back out again.

Ethan hated how he reacted in these situations, but he couldn't help it. It was as though it was engrained into him that being gay was something to be ashamed of. It didn't help that his only male role model was his homophobic father, and as he considered it, his heart hurt.

His older brother would have understood. He would have accepted Ethan, and probably convinced their dad to get over the whole thing, but he was dead.

"Buckle up boys!" The strange pilot shouted back, "we are flying in big storm!"

They were not the words that any of the scouts wanted to hear, and as Ethan sank into the hard chair, he stared over at the Russians.

He counted six of them in total, all ranging in size but all of them either lean or muscular. They certainly didn't look like scouts, but as one of them stood up and shoved a bag into the overhead compartment, he realised that they weren't scouts at all.

"Ice hockey" he said aloud, seeing the image on the bag, and Corey looked over at them.

"Must be a team" Carl whispered.

There was no waiting around this time. No safety video, no demonstration, no steps for emergencies. Instead, the ancient jet began to bounce toward the runway, and once again, Ethan felt a wave of terror wash over him.

Corey felt it too, as did all of the others. The strong winds outside rocked them as they rolled, whipping snow across the windows and whistling loudly.

"Two hours" Matthew repeated, "then we'll be all sipping cocoa around a fire in the cabin".

As nice as that sounded, nobody could shake the fear of what was about to happen, and even Matthew could feel it.

The plane came to a stop. Everybody looked up toward the open cockpit, and Ethan gulped as he stared into the snow filled darkness ahead.

The pilot strapped his seatbelt on, pressed some buttons and pushed the large lever forward. A moment later, the creaky engine began to scream and they moved forward.

"Are you okay?" Roman asked Ethan, taking him off guard.

"Yes" he replied curtly, and Roman sank back into his chair.

He knew he needed to be nicer to the guy. After all, he was in his position less than a year ago, and other than Ross, the scouts had been pretty welcoming to him. He made a mental note to pull Roman aside once they reached Helsinki, and apologise for being a dick, but for now, all Ethan could think about was the terrifying runway ahead.

The jet gathered speed, but not nearly as much as the airplane from earlier had. They were going about as fast as a car on a freeway, and nobody could understand how it would get into the air like this.

"FAST, FAST, FAST!" The pilot roared, and instantly, Jules and Roman put their heads between their legs once again.

Corey grasped Ethan's hand this time, and the two of them held each other as the jet got faster, and faster, and faster, and finally, their bodies leaned backwards and the pilot clapped.

"We did it!" The man shouted, "we are up!"

"Why does he sound surprised?" Carl whimpered, but nobody responded.

The front window of the jet was instantly coated in snow and ice as they hurtled through the darkness. All of the scouts remained frozen in their chairs, but already, the Russians began to chat amongst themselves.

"Hey" one of them turned back and pointed at Ethan and Corey,

"You are gay?" He asked, and Ethan gulped.

"Yes" Corey replied proudly, and the handsome teen raised his brows, grinned and slipped back into his chair.

Ethan found his boyfriend's courage commendable, but a moment later he wished he hadn't been so open.

A large, muscular young man who looked around their own age, stood up. The pilot looked back instantly.

"We are ascending!" He called back, "sit or you will fall!"

The young Russian ignored him and dragged himself to the back of the plane where Carl, Ethan and Corey sat, crushed together.

"If you are gay" the man sniffed, his accent even thicker than his friends, "you will suck my dick, yes?"

"No" Corey snapped fiercely.

The young blonde smirked at him.

"Not you" he hissed, "you".

Ethan gulped as the large man pointed to him and grabbed his own crotch.

"You will suck, right here and right now, otherwise I will beat –"

The plane rocked violently, sending the large brute smashing into an empty set of seats. Ethan grasped the arm rests, squeezing them tightly as it continued to bounce through the sky.

"Later" the Russian snarled, before scrambling back to his seat.

"Fuck him" Corey growled, "once we're off this piece of shit, we'll lose them".

Ethan nodded, his entire body drenched in sweat as the plane continued to drop, then fly, then drop again. This wasn't like the turbulence on the other plane, and none of the scouts looked comfortable.

He watched the pilot eagerly, but perhaps that was a mistake. The man was frantically pressing buttons and holding the control wheel tightly. From what Ethan could see, he too looked nervous.

"Corey" Ethan whispered, and all Corey could do in response was squeeze his boyfriend's hand.

"Is... Is this normal?" He gulped, but Corey didn't reply.

The engine continued to scream and the whole cabin rattled violently. An alarm was now sounding from the cockpit, all of the scouts were frozen with fear, and even the Russians were straining their necks to see what was happening.

"Everything will be fine" Corey swallowed, but he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince.

Another booming belt of thunder sounded around them, followed by a tremendous thud which caused two of the Russians to lift from their seats.

"Hold onto me" Ethan winced, grabbing his boyfriend who he knew had no seatbelt.

"FUCK!" The pilot roared, but Ethan and Corey embraced and looked only at each other.

Their foreheads pressed, and the deafening sound of the carnage around them seemed to quieten.

"It's gonna' be fine" Ethan whispered now, his heart beating so fast he could hear it in his ears.

"This isn't normal, Ethan" Corey replied, and Ethan had never seen his boyfriend as terrified.

"Just breath" he said, not knowing what else to suggest.

The two teens began to breathe with each other, drowning out the screams that were now sounding from both groups of young men.

They could all feel that the jet was no longer flying straight. It had sped up, nosediving toward the ground.

"I love you" Corey whispered,

"I love you too" Ethan said back, a tear trailing down his cheek.

"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY!" The pilot shouted.

The boys held each other tightly.

Flashes of light began to shoot past the windows on all sides, as the screaming intensified, the alarm got louder and the jet hurtled toward land.

Ethan squeezed his boyfriend for what could be the last time, and whispered to himself.

"I should have called my mom".