Holiday Travel

Holiday Travel

Sasuke pulled his knees in close as a food and beverage cart bobbled down the aisle beside him, a cheerful attendant dispersing bags of gingerbread cookies in spirit of the holiday. It figured that the only flight he would ever undertake was one that wouldn’t even serve real food, and as he extended his hand to refuse the sugary product, a loud voice interrupted from beside him.

“I’ll eat his!”

Sasuke didn’t bother to turn to his blond counterpart, or more rather he didn’t need to. The other man was already leaning past him in order to claim the silver and red packages, his hand drifting dangerously over Sasuke’s thigh for leverage.

Sasuke pushed himself back against the seat and inhaled slowly as the blond took his time debating on what to drink, eying each of the products with scrutiny. Before he decided the blond turned his head sideways in an effort to speak with Sasuke, still supporting himself on Sasuke’s leg.

“Hey, what are you going to get?”

Their faces were close; too close if Sasuke had any say in the matter. He could see the magnetic swirl of cerulean blue in his eyes—the same innocent intensity brewing from them that had convinced him to travel in the first place. He narrowed his eyes, growing irate.

“Naruto, pick a damn soda and get off me.”

The man named Naruto frowned and returned his attention to the attendant, pointing to a bottle of water and a Dr. Pepper. The woman continued to smile, and Sasuke was beginning to wonder if she had Vaseline under her ruby red lips, forcing such a happy expression to every passenger she encountered. He didn’t have much time to think about it as Naruto jammed the water into his stomach and fell back into his chair, his normally enthusiastic visage altering into a huff.

“I know you don’t like flying Sasuke, but you did agree to come. You could at least pretend to be excited.”

To Sasuke, ‘don’t like flying’ was the understatement of the century. Aside from the fact he had experienced motion sickness all of his life, he had never been a fan of noisy clusters of people. In all honesty, he didn’t like people in general. It was a miracle he had managed to put up with Naruto with how energetic and loud the man tended to be.

He uncapped his water and took a sip, maintaining the stiff position he had preserved the entire flight. He watched as Naruto’s eyes left his, any hope of an answer lost in Sasuke’s silence. Instead the blond’s attention drifted towards whatever was happening outside of the window, which couldn’t be much because from Sasuke’s position he could only see a wing. And that was another thing.

“Why did you want the window seat again?” Sasuke couldn’t help but think his claustrophobia would be somewhat cured by the small recess of clouds and light, but Naruto had given him that look again and he had begrudgingly taken the seat in the aisle.

Naruto turned to see him sidelong, the frustration he had shown earlier vanishing into a child-like excitement.

“It’s so beautiful. Only, I’ve never flown in the winter so I didn’t know everything would be so foggy…” His attention drifted towards the window again and his eyes narrowed as he attempted to depict what was happening on the ground through some intense rounds of mist. “I think we’re over the Rockies.”

Sasuke nodded, not entirely interested. If they were only over the Rocky Mountains that meant they still had a good few hours until arriving in New York. Why Naruto’s friends lived across the country he would never know—and how he had managed to stay in touch with them would remain a mystery as well.

“Sasuke, you look pale.”

Naruto’s eyes were on him like a hawk’s, and as soon as the blond had released the statement his smooth fingers brushed across Sasuke’s forehead. The musky aroma of whatever cologne Naruto had donned for the occasion wafted to Sasuke’s nose, and he shooed Naruto’s hand away.

“I’m fine.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, noting that the medicine he had taken a few hours earlier was beginning to fade from his system. He was beginning to get a headache, and the not-so-gentle lull of the plane engine was making his stomach feel queasy.

“Sasuke, you should get up and walk around.”

Naruto tugged on his sleeve and Sasuke grunted in response. He doubted that walking around would alleviate the numbing sensation in his head which he assumed was the combination of high altitude and lack of sleep. And there was no way he was going to be able to sleep, not with the crying child in coach or the snoring man three rows ahead of them in first class.

“Sasuke—”

“I’m not going to get up and walk around, Naruto,” he said flatly, hoping to end Naruto’s insisting. He felt the blond frown from beside him even though his eyes were closed. He heard a shuffling and felt Naruto bustling about and out of curiosity poked open an eye.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke asked, as Naruto rummaged beneath his seat. He was surfing through his small black carry-on for a few minutes before he yanked out a bottle of happy pills.

“Here, take one.”

“That’s Advil, Naruto.”

The blond gave an exasperated sigh, “It’s better than nothing. I can only take so much of you when you’re in grinch mode.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the saying, wondering if Naruto had intentionally made a Christmas pun. He took the bottle and examined it.

“I didn’t spike it or anything,” Naruto reassured and his frown turned into a look of casual concern. “Hey, hey… what does it feel like?”

Sasuke turned to him with an irritated expression, “What does what feel like?”

Naruto waved his hands passively and turned in his seat, the seatbelt he had never put on falling loosely to his side.

“Motion sickness. Do you just get headaches?”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes, biting back the urge to say it only took a certain blond to give him a decent headache, but he decided that comment would be against the Christmas spirit.

“I don’t know, Naruto. It’s like you really want to fall asleep but no matter how tired you are, you can’t. I feel the plane moving underneath me and it makes my head feel numb.”

Naruto nodded, appearing appeased with the answer. He fiddled with his seatbelt and knelt back against the inner siding of the plane.

“Have you ever been to New York, Sasuke?”

Sasuke ran a hand through his soft hair, excited that the change in altitude hadn’t given it a static quality. He could feel his clammy hands against his skin as he shook his head.

“Yes, Naruto. The corporate half of my father’s company is in New York.”

How many times he had told the blond that was beyond counting on fingers, but Naruto always seemed to forget. From beside him, the blond leaned forward and puckered his lips.

“Sasuke,” his voice was almost a purr which caught the raven off guard. “Go and take the medicine.”

As Naruto peered up from below him, his tanned features and thick blond hair falling in stylized tufts around his face.

“Go where?” He jingled the water bottle in his hand.

Naruto pointed down the aisle. “To the bathroom. Wash your face, whatever. You’ll feel better after you’ve walked around.”

“Naruto, I told you, I’m not going to walk around.”

The blond heaved a sigh in frustration. “Well, of course you’re going to feel sick if you just sit here and think about it.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes as Naruto challenged him, and as Naruto raised an eyebrow in dispute, he let out an irritated groan. Fine, he would go to the bathroom and that would be his in-flight endeavor.

“Thank you, Sasuke,” Naruto said sweetly, and Sasuke bit back a cruel retort. After all, it was the season for jolliness, or so they said.

He pulled himself out of his seat, narrowly dodging a young child who was getting his in-flight exercise, and drifted in the direction that Naruto had pointed. He could feel passenger eyes on him as he wandered down the rubber footing, his shoes squeaking as he hit spots still damp from snowy boots during loading.

As soon as he hit what he assumed to be the center of the aircraft he turned into a small nook and located the familiar stick figure man that symbolized a bathroom, and pulled a small metal handle sideways in order to let himself in.

It wasn’t as if Sasuke had never been on a plane before, but the occasions had been very few and far between. Even with his experience, some things always seemed to surprise him. Like how many utilities they managed to pack inside the restroom and how little space they provided in order to maneuver around.

He crushed himself against the sink counter and placed his hands on it, leaning forward with closed eyes. He didn’t want to admit that walking had alleviated some of his headache and as he heard the pills rattle in his hand he decided he would blame it all on the Advil to save face.

He took a long breath and was about to pop open the small white bottle when the bathroom door bumped into him from behind.

Occupied sign, damnit! “I’m sorry, this is—“

“Occupied? I know.” Sasuke watched as Naruto slithered in beside him and was suddenly thankful that the bathroom had been somewhat hidden away.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, Sasuke felt the blond press up against him from behind, sending hot bouts of foggy breath over the slender curve of his neck.

“Naruto, what are you doing?” Sasuke was aggravated. Not only had he taken the blond’s advice and gone to the restroom, but now it was as if Naruto had come to check up on him. He wasn’t a child, and he already had a father. He narrowed his eyes.

“Are you feeling better?”

Sasuke couldn’t turn around to face the other man because of how close the quarters were. He twisted his head back as much as it would allow to eye Naruto and was surprised at the expression he was receiving.

“Just answer the question,” Naruto murmured, and Sasuke watched as blue eyes fell into a half lidded gaze—one more suited for a bedroom than a public restroom.

“Naruto—” he tried to gain an authoritative tone, but was cut short when Naruto’s arms enveloped his waist and soft lips began tracing the bare skin of his neckline. His head fell back instinctively, letting that feverish tongue take advantage of his crew-cut top, nipping and sucking at the meaty junction of his neck and shoulder.

Tanned hands pressed tightly against his stomach, kneading and roaming over the cotton fabric of his shirt with a tantalizing heat that made his mouth part for air. From behind him, Naruto whispered, “My question, Sasuke…”

Sasuke searched his mind for a moment, attempting to recall what it was. Naruto bit him lightly and he said, “Y-yes.”

As if reality suddenly dawned on him, Sasuke struggled to turn around, prying himself away from the blond. When he managed to get turned around Naruto was tangled tightly against him and he was planted against the sink, black eyes deceptively furious. In a low voice, he reprimanded Naruto who was peering up in satisfaction.

“Naruto—we’re on a plane. This is not the time.”

Naruto didn’t seemed fazed by his anger and ran a finger deftly up Sasuke’s leg, swirling it languidly towards his inner thigh and leading it higher, further north until Sasuke stopped it with his own hand.

“Naruto,” his voice was firm, even though his libido was not.

“Well, it seems we have a problem, then,” Naruto said matter-of-factly. He raised himself against Sasuke, pushing his torso against the other man’s in a movement to put their lips within contact distance. Sasuke raised an eyebrow out of irritation.

“And what would that be?”

Naruto leaned against him, resting his forehead against the other man’s. When he spoke his lips moved quickly in typical Naruto fashion.

“Well, if we go sit down… you’re just going to be grouchy. And you yourself just admitted that you felt better after walking over here…”

Sasuke felt the pill bottle drop into the sink behind him and he struggled to support Naruto’s weight on top of him. The blond’s hands were at either side of his waist and even in the condensed space Sasuke could tell that Naruto had the advantage over him with the way their legs were intertwined. He glared.

“I’m not walking around the plane, Naruto!” his voice raised more than he had intended it to, and he was surprised when Naruto’s finger darted up to his lips, the blond’s mouth curling up playfully.

“Shh. I know you’re not.” Naruto licked his lips and tried to redistribute his weight, placing his groin expertly over Sasuke’s with a slow grinding motion.

“And what,” Sasuke glanced down to where their hips aligned, “is this all about then?”
Naruto grinned and leaned forward, taking advantage of how close his lips were to Sasuke’s pale features. Sasuke felt him nuzzle his ear and take the lobe into his mouth, the blond’s tongue curling around it with a white-hot heat.

“It’s simple,” Naruto stated, and in between flicks of his tongue he spoke his logic, “In-flight exercise always cures the motion sick, such as yourself.” Sasuke bit back a heated pant as Naruto’s tongue lapped the contour of his jaw, “And if you’re not going to walk, well… we’ll just have to think up an alternative.”

Naruto finished his explanation at Sasuke’s lips, hovering above them with his own just long enough to leave Sasuke wondering how he was going to resist the temptation driving him into submission. He felt Naruto’s tongue glide across his lips, sliding across the slit with wet emotion, slipping further and further into his mouth until his own tongue couldn’t ignore the presence.

He closed his eyes as Naruto panted against him, his hands tracing Sasuke’s small frame to his hips in an attempt to locate the bottom of his shirt. The clammy feeling he had felt earlier was turning into a heated desire, making him breath deep in an effort not to moan.

“Sa-su-ke.” Naruto had a way of pronouncing his name that made him lose sight of things, and as Naruto groaned above him, he lost his hold on the counter behind him. Before he completely slipped downward Naruto caught him around the waist, using the majority of his own strength to make sure Sasuke didn’t have a one-on-one between his head and the counter.

“It’s too cramped,” Sasuke stated and he attempted to straighten himself back out. Naruto untangled their legs so that they could both stand up straight, though even so they were still pressed together. The blond smirked.

“It just means we’ll have to be clever.” His soft hands found the buckle to Sasuke’s designer belt and fumbled with it, yanking it gently as he undid the large under-tucked hoop.

Sasuke grunted at the tugging motion, wondering just what on earth Naruto was thinking. His nerves were tingling under his skin and the hot air from the heater and the cooling sweat on his forehead was sending him into a frenzy. He felt Naruto undo the button to his cargo pants and heard the zipper release, a sound that made him want to devour Naruto whole.

He leaned forward, lowering his head slightly to Naruto’s level and felt the blond pull his pants down with a rough tug. While libido-driven Sasuke was over-run with the urge to be pleasured in such a public place, book-smart Sasuke was hesitant. How were they going to have sex in such a small compartment?

“Naruto—”

“What do you want me to do, Sasuke?” Prussian blue eyes peered up at him, and Naruto licked his lips while he waited for an answer. Sasuke was drawn to that movement, watching as his boyfriend’s tongue—and oh, what that tongue could do—slipped in and out of those pale pink lips. His thought process regained, he narrowed his eyes.

“Naruto, I don’t know how we’re goin—”

Naruto shushed him and shook his head, letting his hands roam along the skin just above Sasuke’s boxers. Sasuke shivered unintentionally, finally feeling the cold draft that meant his pants were at his ankles.

“What do you want me to do to you, Sasuke?”

Sasuke felt Naruto’s tone grow more serious and he was positive that anything he could ask for would be provided. He parted his lips slowly, still mesmerized by Naruto’s delicious tongue.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and Naruto seemed to approve. As the blond leaned forward to obey, his hands followed the smooth curve of Sasuke’s arms, kneading and squeezing as they descended, forcing violent spasms of heat into his abdomen and up his spine. Visions of Naruto repeating those actions on his cock made Sasuke tremble against him, bucking his hips in an attempt to relieve the growing urge to rip Naruto’s clothes off and fuck him standing.

He let out a low groan as Naruto’s fingers circled his own, slowly stroking his first three digits, pushing and pulling against them as if they represented his ever-swelling member. The raven rolled his hips outward, whining against the slippery sensation of sweaty palm against moist fingers, pulling his hips up with his arm in a frantic rhythm.

A smoldering heat made his free hand grip Naruto’s hair, yanking the blond’s head back with enough momentum to earn a pleasurable cry. He kissed the swell of Naruto’s neck, sucking hard against a hectic heartbeat he could feel from beneath, panting hard against Naruto’s moist skin as the blond let out an innocent whimper.

Sasuke’s knees were shaking underneath him as he gyrated upwards against Naruto’s denim covered cock, hissing as the friction wasn’t enough. He wanted more—he needed more. He slipped his hand from Naruto’s ministrations and forced it down lower, pushing it desperately against his erection which was now peeking out from the bottom of his boxers. He slowly dragged Naruto’s burning fingers against the sweaty flesh of his length, surprised when Naruto reversed the action and pulled Sasuke’s fingers around his own hardness.

“No, Sasuke. Do it yourself.”

Sasuke writhed underneath Naruto, too impatient to argue. His hand burned against the hardened flesh and he quickly began to caress it, thumbing the tip of it until he felt the familiar bubble of pre-cum leaking from the top. As it mixed with his fingers he began to pump his palm over his cock, breathing out nonsensical gasps as his fingers slid up and down, making inaudible sounds that reminded him of the saying, ‘slippery when wet’.

As Sasuke fondled himself with an increasing dexterity, Naruto’s strong hands found his trembling thighs. The blond squeezed them tightly, pulling his hands upward in a jerking motion to better access the gap in Sasuke’s boxers that led to his balls. When Naruto’s fevered hands found them he began to rub, fingering the sacks with quick and deliberate gestures, each movement earning a guttural cry from Sasuke and an uncontrolled jerking of his slender hips. Naruto sent his free hand up to Sasuke’s shirt, pulling it high on his chest in order to reveal a pair of perfectly pink and hardened nipples.

“Naruto—uhn…touch me…”

Sasuke could feel his climax growing as his fist began to jerk forward with finality, and Naruto replied, “Hold your shirt up. And Sasuke,”

The raven peered down at Naruto’s serious tone. “…w-what?”

“Don’t cum.”

Sasuke could easily of came at those words but he instead let out a moan and let his free hand obey Naruto’s will, holding his shirt high in order to give Naruto full access to his chest—which the blond jumped at, and very quickly. Burning fingers found the hardened nubs faster than Sasuke had time to inhale, and as one nipple was being massaged by two demanding fingers the other was being sucked and teased with an impatient and calloused tongue.

Sasuke could feel a trail of saliva run down his chest as Naruto’s tongue circled his nipple, flicking it like a loose spring between his lips. Steaming bouts of air made Sasuke’s pale skin flush under Naruto’s ministrations and even though he wanted to throw his head back and close his eyes, he couldn’t help but watch Naruto bathe his upper body in tingling trails of moisture.

“Fuck, Naruto…”

Sasuke had to stifle the jerking motion on his dick to deal with the new onslaught of pleasure, pushing his chest up towards Naruto’s mouth, wanting more of that wet tongue to devour him. His chest rose and fell against the hot heat, and just as he thought the sensation couldn’t get anymore demanding, he felt Naruto’s mouth clamp against his nipple. He bit him. Oh, Gods, Naruto bit him…

“Naruto!” His hand fell loose around his shaft and he thrusted upwards against the blond, an action that was quickly remedied by Naruto’s free hand.

“Need me to take over already?” The blond chided, and this time, Sasuke did throw his head back as Naruto’s clever fingers traced the slippery rod. They were light touches—smooth and deliberate, each gentle brush of a finger making Sasuke want to jam his groin further into their grip. He tried, pumping himself towards Naruto, twisting underneath him and panting as desperate whimpers escaped his lips. Naruto was still doing that, that thing with his tongue, tugging at his dusky nipple with a slurping noise he couldn’t get out of his head.

As Naruto’s fingers began to circle him more he arched his back, feeling his release building to a climax.

“Na…ru…uhn…” He jerked his hips forward, and unsure of what to do with his free hand, used Naruto to help support his shaking form. “Stop teasing…”

Naruto seemed to glance up at this, and moments later Sasuke’s member was free of all of its constraints as his boxers were yanked down to the ground. The blond barely turned his attention away from Sasuke’s cock, spilling with even more sensual warning. He rubbed the tip softly and pulled himself higher, against Sasuke’s chest.

“Sasuke, take my pants off.”

Sasuke didn’t argue, but he worked around Naruto’s hand—oh, was it moving so painstakingly slow around his cock—to undo the metal button on Naruto’s Levis, feeling satisfied when the zipper churned and dragged against Naruto’s swell, earning a drawn out moan from his partner. He tugged them down as well as he could, still distracted by the hand slipping and sliding across himself. And he felt it—the pressure that had been growing and growing—building inside of him like a volcano ready to erupt, was about to explode.

“Na-Naruto.” It was as condescending as he could make it, which by Sasuke standards, wasn’t much at all.

“Sasuke, I’m going to fuck you, but you need to wait a minute.”

“Naruto,” Sasuke threatened, and from below him the blond breathed hard against him.

“The point of this is to solve your motion sickness problems… not to temporally alleviate them.” The blond said breathily.

Sasuke shook his head, completely confused. Why was Naruto still thinking about that? “What are you talking about?”

Naruto pulled himself away from Sasuke and shuffled to the side where the toilet sat, and pulled down the lid. Turning backwards towards a cabinet built into the wall, he withdrew a small hand towel, a luxury of first class bathrooms. He placed it on the toilet and turned back towards Sasuke, still pressed against him.

“You said that you’re not tired enough to sleep, so I’m going to wear you out.” Sasuke’s eyes widened as he remembered and he glanced over as Naruto continued to speak.

“You also said that all you could feel was the plane underneath you.” As soon as Naruto made his way over he sat on the towel and motioned a very startled looking Sasuke to his lap.

“So now you have your chance to make sure I’m the only thing moving beneath you.”

Sasuke felt his cock pulse beneath him as he watched Naruto reach over to the counter and pump some lotion into his palm, another courtesy of first class bathrooms, and lather it onto his tanned hardness. Sasuke felt his lips part as he watched Naruto’s hand move around himself, pushing, pulling and kneading as his tanned lags spread further apart to allow better access to his tender balls. Naruto moaned against his own ministrations, arching back and grinding his ass against the towel in a rolling motion, letting his balls roll over the smooth outer fabric of the hand towel.

“Sasu-ke…” he murmured, and Sasuke realized that he had begun to pleasure himself again, watching as the thick creamy globs of lotion spider-webbed from Naruto’s hand along his length, reminding the raven of what Naruto would look like covered in his own cum.

Sasuke stumbled forward and placed himself over Naruto, signaling for the blond to stop his own motions. He felt Naruto’s hot moist hands grip his ass cheeks and pull them aside, squeezing them firmly, using his thumbs to stretch the hole within. Sasuke felt the burning solid press against his outer hole and lowered himself onto it, biting back a hiss as he took in Naruto’s thick endowment, one constricting muscle at a time.

He groaned as he felt the lotion coat the inside of his tight passage, allowing him to push down a little faster as Naruto’s erection slid in. When he felt his butt hit Naruto’s thighs he sat for a moment, listening in arousal as Naruto let out a belabored moan from below him. Realizing that he was now in control of Naruto’s pleasure, he managed to smirk.

“What do you want me to do, Naruto?” He ground his hips down and felt Naruto press against him from behind, tanned hands crawling around his hips to grip his still-shaking thighs.

“M-move, baby,” he whined, and Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s hand and pulled it over his cock.

“If you slow down—I’ll slow down.” It was a threat, and Naruto nodded against him, panting as he began a slow pace on Sasuke’s cock. Its firmness had lessened during his descent, and Naruto wanted to build it up to the intensity it had before. He gently squeezed it and stroked it, massaging the slit at the tip in hopes of getting more of that delicious fluid.

Sasuke followed Naruto’s cue and slowly rose off of him, feeling his inner muscles grip and pulse against the intrusion. He felt the extra lotion slide against his entrance making sucking noises the further he lifted from Naruto. Naruto whined from behind him and he felt the blond twitch and jerk upwards and Sasuke pushed himself down, still following Naruto’s pace on his erection.

“Ha-harder…Sasu…uhn…” Sasuke didn’t have to be told. The firm grip Naruto had molded around his erection was making him breath hard and deep and he could feel Naruto’s shaft pulsing within him, growing close to climax. He shifted forward, his legs starting to feel too weak to stand anymore—much less keep up the rapid rhythm he was trying to maintain.

“Naruto… I can’t—“

“Jerk yourself off,” Naruto said from behind, hastily. Sasuke quickly obeyed and Naruto took hold of his thighs from below, taking control of their pace. He pushed Sasuke up and let him slide down quickly, quickening the tempo of the thrusting.

Sasuke thumbed the head of his cock as Naruto slammed him up and down, groaning as sweat trickled down his brow. He held the wall in front of him for support, rolling against Naruto’s cock every time it sank into him, the blinding sensation of it hitting that spot making him whimper in recourse. He felt his balls clench and his hand motions get sloppier, rubbing the head of his dick like it would unscrew underneath him. He pulled, he kneaded, he stroked… He cried out as he felt his climax nearing.

“Almost, babe…” Naruto seemed to moan, and Sasuke felt his stomach clench as an orgasm sent him against the wall, shaking as a milky stream of cum forced itself from within him. Naruto, not quite finished himself, pushed himself upwards into Sasuke a few more times, moaning and crying out with every intake of his swollen member. He twisted underneath Sasuke as he jammed himself inside one final time, letting out a long wheeze as his shaft tightened and constricted inside of the raven, pumping out its own ribbon of pleasure.

Sasuke felt Naruto’s arms give out beneath him and he fell backwards onto the blond, his breathing terse and his body weak. He could feel Naruto trembling underneath him as his orgasm continued to quake through his body, and from inside, Sasuke could feel the blond’s cum running in rivulets past the now-limp erection and out of his body. He breathed hard, waiting for the blissful haze he was in to pass, slowly beginning to notice the mess they had created in the small compartment.

“You feeling better yet?” Naruto panted from behind him, and Sasuke snorted.

“Shut up, moron. Let’s clean up.” Even though Sasuke said it, he had to sit for a few more minutes to let his vision and thoughts refocus.

After a few belabored breaths he pulled himself off of Naruto, ignoring the steady trickle of seed dribbling down his thighs, more concerned with how he was going to manage to walk back to his seat.

***

Flight 202 to New York; 20 minutes until landing.

Flight 202 to New York; 20 minutes until landing.


Naruto hummed as the last song queued on his iPod faded, signaling the finale of his Jupiter Rising download. He had been glancing out of the window for a long while, counting down the minutes until they reached the airport. He was beginning to get hungry and no matter how demanding his appetite could be, he refused to suffer through airline food.

From beneath him there was a low mumble, and after taking out his ear-plugs he glanced down at Sasuke, sound asleep on his chest. He smiled and shook his head after running a hand through smooth black hair.

Sasuke had always called him a moron but the truth was that most of his ideas worked pretty damn well. And as Sasuke breathed deep against his shirt, he withdrew the early Christmas present Sasuke had given him the day before.

A Blackberry.

Not that he had much to use it for, but it was just so… so expensive. He slipped open the smooth exterior and selected the calendar portion, thumbing ahead to the following summer. He grinned.

That trip to Cancun he had been planning in secret was now to be a surefire success. After all, motion sickness was no longer incurable.

Ah, the season of giving