Scout's Honour - TCT - Part 4

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"Are you okay?" Greg asked, sitting down next to Ethan who was visibly shaken by the incident.

"I'm fine" he lied, leaning on his hand and staring out the large window which now showed the huge plane that they were about to board.

"I don't really like flying either" he said, patting his friend on the back, "but it's the safest form of travel apparently".

Ethan considered snapping at the young man, but decided against it. He'd already made one enemy on this trip, and they hadn't even left yet.

He watched Roman shuffle nervously from the restroom and scurry back to Corey and Ross. He felt his lip twitch. A moment later, Corey stormed toward him.

"What's your problem?" He barked, and just as Ethan made to stand up, the announcement was made and people began boarding.

"He's my problem" Ethan hissed as he stormed by his boyfriend.

Despite the fear inside him about getting onto the airplane, it beat sitting in the airport watching Roman drool over Corey. He handed a young woman his boarding pass and walked briskly down a long, claustrophobic tube. With each step that he took, his heart rate quickened.

A very extravagant man met him at the door to the plane, and seemingly noticed his intense fear.

"First time?" He asked, taking his ticket, and Ethan nodded.

"Oh honey" the man smiled sympathetically, "we're all nervous the first time".

He winked and laughed, but Ethan only managed half a smile as he stepped inside.

It was much larger than he had expected, though everything seemed cramped together and made his anxiety even worse. How on earth would this huge machine get into the sky? How fast did it really go? The nauseating questions flooded his brain as he mindlessly scanned the seats until he found his row.

"Window" he said to himself, staring from his ticket to the small seat next to the tiny panel, "no fucking chance".

The nineteen-year-old shoved his bag into the space overhead and sat on the aisle seat as the rest of the passengers began to board.

"Someone's eager" Matthew beamed as he excitedly stowed his bag away and slid into the set of chairs next to Ethan.

Jules slipped in next, followed by Carl and the three of them looked positively jubilant.

Ross and Greg sat in front of them, and then Corey appeared and Ethan pretended not to notice him as he pushed by and sat in the middle row.

"You need to stop this" he growled, staring at Ethan who continued to ignore him.

"Do you hear me?" He pressed, "it's ridiculous! You're being paranoid, I told you that already!"

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but Roman was now standing next to him, eyeing him awkwardly.

"What?" He asked the younger boy, who swallowed.

"Um... You're... You're in my seat" he winced, and it was clear that even saying the words hurt him.

Ethan scoffed and shook his head.

"There!" He barked, and pointed to the window seat.

"I... I can't sit at the window" he replied sheepishly, "I get travel sickness".

Ethan couldn't believe it. He shook his head again, unclipped his seatbelt and as usual, got the raw end of the deal. He pushed by Corey and slouched into the uncomfortable chair.

"How long does this flight take?" He scowled.

"Twelve hours" Corey snipped back.

The two young men went silent as Matthew ran through his checklist for the tenth time.

"I think we have everything" he said finally, just as the door closed and Ethan gulped.

The engines of the plane began to roar and without thinking, Ethan grabbed his boyfriend's hand. For a moment he expected Corey to pull away, but instead, the older of the two squeezed and if nothing else, Ethan felt slightly more at ease.

"Statistically speaking" Matthew said loudly enough for everyone to hear, "the plane is much more likely to crash on takeoff than at any other part in the journey".

Everybody, including the people who weren't even part of the scouts, groaned as they told the young man to shut up, and Matthew went silent instantly.

"Don't listen to him" Corey whispered, using his other hand to rub his boyfriend's cheek.

As the plane moved, Ethan did his best to breathe normally. This felt extremely unnatural. Big metal tubes with wings weren't supposed to fly thousands of feet in the air, and yet, as they gained speed, Ethan knew that it was about to.

He dug his feet into the floor, pushed his back firmly against his chair and squeezed Corey's hand until he was sure that he'd cut off the circulation.

The plane got faster, and faster, and faster. The engines howled, the cabin rattled and Ethan began to sweat profusely.

"I need to get off" he gasped, his eyes closed tightly, "Corey, I need to get off!"

Corey leaned over and took his face in his free hand.

"Look at me" he whispered, but Ethan shook his head.

"Ethan, look at me".

With all of his will power, the terrified young scout reluctantly opened one of his eyes and found Corey smiling at him. Why wasn't he as horrified by this as Ethan was?

"Look" the handsome teen said, pointing past Ethan.

His eyes widened. Was Corey really expecting him to look out the window?

"Trust me" he grinned, and guided Ethan's head around.

Almost immediately, he stopped shaking and stared at the sight in awe. It was amazing. He watched as the roads and streets became smaller, and the parks and fields turned to the size of stamps. The large mountains in the distance were beneath them, and it looked glorious.

"Holy fuck" Ethan gasped, and just as he relaxed his grasp around his boyfriend's hand, the plane shook and he squeezed it violently again.

"It's just turbulence" Corey assured him, and a few minutes later, the seatbelt sign went off.

"See?" He smiled, "it's over now".

After a few hours, Ethan managed to relax enough to force himself to use the bathroom. The plane shook every so often, but he was getting used to it. He stepped over Corey and Roman, who was now sleeping, much like the rest of them, and edged his way up the small walkway.

The toilet was ridiculously cramped, and he had to turn to the side to close the door behind him. As he fidgeted with his zipper, a knock sounded.

"Taken" he said, until it happened again.

"Taken!" He growled, a little louder, and it sounded once more.

"Jesus Christ" he snapped, pulling his zipper back up and opening the door to find Corey.

"Oh" he said, as his boyfriend pushed into the tiny cabin with him.

"What are you doing?" Ethan asked, as the two of them were pressed together.

"You" Corey smirked, and unzipped Ethan's pants for him.

"What?"

"You! I'm doing you"

Ethan watched, amused, as his boyfriend slid his jeans down to his ankles and stood back up.

"Mile High Club" he grinned, and somehow managed to twist Ethan around until his underwear clad butt rubbed against Corey's crotch.

"Is this a good idea?" Ethan whispered, as though the thunderous sound of the engines weren't enough to drown them out.

"Uh... The best?" Corey laughed, and pulled his boyfriend's underwear down.

"Your asshole is still wet from last night" he sniggered, and slid his finger into Ethan's ring.

"Fuck" he moaned, grabbing one of the hand rails.

Corey yanked his own trousers down now, grabbing hold of the base of his long, hard cock and stroking it as he finger fucked Ethan. A moment later, he positioned his head against his boyfriend's pink opening and pushed.

"Ouch!" Ethan yelped, and the two of them laughed as Corey pushed deeper and deeper, until he was fully inside him.

"You never let me fuck you" Ethan moaned as Corey rearranged his guts.

"Because my dick is bigger" Corey groaned, thrusting hard.

"So what!"

"So I fuck you, that's the rules!"

"What rules? There aren't any rules!"

"My rules, now shut up and take my dick"

Ethan felt Corey's cock rub against his prostate and began to moan louder until he remembered that it was this that had blown his cover with his dad. He did his best to put it to the back of his mind.

"You're so fucking hot" Corey gasped, holding Ethan's naked waist as he ploughed his hole.

As the two scouts were in the throes of passion, the entire plane began to rock violently. Ethan froze, his hole clenching with fear and causing Corey to slip over the edge.

"Holy shit" he groaned, fucking even harder as the plane continued to rock.

A moment later, his balls began to empty into a terrified Ethan and just as he finished, so did the awful turbulence.

"Well that was fucking amazing" he laughed, pulling his semi-erect, wet cock from his boyfriend's used hole.

"You need to pee?" Corey asked breathlessly as he pissed in the toilet next to Ethan.

"I already did" the embarrassed scout groaned, pointing to the sink where he'd lost control of his bladder.

Corey laughed, as did Ethan and a moment later they left the tiny restroom.

"Young love" the camp flight attendant beamed as the pair walked out.

They froze as the man winked with a grin and continued up the aisle, and laughed with each other as they got back to their seats. Thankfully, everyone was still asleep.

"So you don't love him more than me?" Ethan asked, leaning his head on Corey's shoulder.

"I don't love him at all you dick" he smirked, and slid his hand into Ethan's pants, "now sit back and relax" he added, and pulled the blanket over the pair of them.

As Ethan sat back and felt his plump rod being pulled from his pants, he looked out over the clouds and distant sea below.

Perhaps he could get used to flying after all.