Service With A Smile
Title: Service With A Smile.
Groups/Pairings: Ryo/Uchi, Koyama (slight Koyama/Ryo, Koyama/Uchi)
Rating: R
Words: 1,510
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Being a flight attendant has its perks and its drawbacks. Uchi just can't figure out which category Nishikido falls under.
Notes: *Repost* For impynymph in je-otherworlds 2011. Original is here. I'd never written Uchi before, so it was an interesting challenge.
The two of them crowd back into their small, shining space at the back of the plane, quickly clearing their cart, Koyama humming under his breath.
"Ugh." Uchi shoves his tray onto the sterling silver counter at the back of the plane. "It's too early for this crap. I don't deserve to be treated this way. These businessmen think they can just push everyone around because they've got money." He continues to grumble under his breath, opening and closing cabinets too hard, securing the snacks and drinks they've just served.
Koyama smiles to himself and follows Uchi, smoothing out his younger co-worker's actions and neatening behind him.
"You heard him. He didn't have to be such an asshole about it," Uchi continues, and Koyama nods sympathetically. "And if he actually does complain to the airline, I'll get another reprimand and I hate when Kanagawa dresses me down. He's so patronizing."
When they've got everything in place, Koyama leans back against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest, smiling mischievously. "It's a long flight and he's in your section. I guess you'll just have to sweeten his mood."
Uchi stares at him for a long minute, Koyama's smile widening into a grin, until finally Uchi smiles back, laughing in delight. The guy is pretty hot, for an asshole. "You think sex solves everything," he accuses him affectionately.
Koyama just laughs. "Doesn't it?"
To be fair, it does always seem to work that way for him. Like the stuffy, bitchy lawyer Koyama had managed to lure into the tiny bathroom, and the logistics of the two tall men squeezed in there still defy his brain, but when they'd come out, the other man had been all shy smiles and actually went out of his way to fly their airline now.
There's no way he's doing it in the bathroom, though.
A few minutes later, Uchi is going down the aisle, freshening passengers' coffees, deliberately skipping the short, cranky passenger who'd chewed him out just minutes ago. He passes him several times, until the man is practically red in the face from irritation. And that's when he stops, smiling sweetly at the man. "How can I help you?" he asks.
"I just want some coffee, damnit," the man growls, and pushes his cup toward Uchi.
Taking the cup to the back, Uchi refills it, adding some cold water, and carries it carefully back to the passenger. Just as he reaches to place the cup on the man's tray, he 'stumbles' and spills the whole thing all over the man's dark slacks.
"Shit!" The passenger hurriedly pushes his tray up and stands, Uchi already apologizing profusely.
"I'm so sorry. Please, come to the back and we can get you cleaned up."
He can hear the man spitting curses behind him as he follows, and Uchi finally allows himself to smile. As he passes into the back, Koyama is getting a few things together and they exchange a knowing look and Koyama winks before walking out and shutting the curtains firmly behind him. Grabbing two warm, wet cloths, Uchi turns to the man and offers him one. "Your name, sir?"
"Nishikido," he growls.
"Nishikido-san, I'm so terribly sorry," he says formally and bows, low. "I can't possibly make it up to you, but at least let me help you get cleaned up." Dropping to his knees, he presses the cloth against Nishikido's crotch, who starts squirming uncomfortably and backs up until he hits the counter.
"What're you doing? Cut it out. I can take care of that myself," he says harshly, swatting at Uchi's hand.
That only makes Uchi tilt his head up, looking at Nishikido through his lashes, gauging the man's protest. Genuine or not? He seems uncertain and that's enough for Uchi to let his lips curve up. "Oh no, I insist," he purrs, and strokes the cloth teasingly down. He knows he's good enough to make the man forget about his complaint and his pants. If he's lucky he'll even get a customer compliment out of it.
Nishikido narrows his eyes and holds Uchi's gaze for nearly a full minute before smirking slightly and nonchalantly wiping his fingers with the cloth and leaning back against the counter, elbows resting on top of it. "Go on then."
Uchi's always been more of a 'focus on me' sort of guy, but he loves the perks that come with being a flight attendant. He also hates being harassed. Doing this has the double bonus of making the man happy enough to hopefully stop jerking Uchi around and get Uchi some action which he may not be in desperate need of, but would certainly accept. And, as he strokes Nishikido to hardness, he has to admit that he's kind of impressed, actually.
He's also rather impressed with Nishikido's nearly silent appreciation of Uchi's hard work. He doesn't do this sort of thing that lightly, and, honestly, it's not easy to slide Nishikido's length across his tongue until it hits his throat, hand lightly wrapped around the base, so when Nishikido's eyes sort of roll back and he muffles a low groan with his arm, Uchi feels duly appreciated. Slightly less when Nishikido curses at him when the plane lurches violently for a minute of turbulence and Uchi can't help that his teeth end up where they're not wanted. He'd like to see him try this.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees one of the request lights blink on, and nearly without warning, Koyama is slipping quietly into the back room and grabbing something, and hurrying back out. Uchi's hums in amusement around Nishikido's cock (which twitches and Nishikido bites his arm to smother more noises) when he realizes that Nishikido probably didn't even see him come in.
Koyama is slightly more noticeable the next time, though, leaning against the side wall and watching approvingly and maybe looking just a little bit jealous as he watches Uchi work him over. When Nishikido's eyes flick open, Uchi feels him tense at seeing the other man standing there, Koyama shooting the man a reassuring smile before slinking over and kneeling down next to Uchi, tugging at his hair until he disengages with a muffled pop and lets Koyama have a go. Good timing, really. His jaw was getting tired.
Nishikido's face is priceless, a little red in embarrassment, his eyes wide and kind of boggled as Koyama teasingly licks the length before taking him fully in, working sloppily in a way Uchi knows feels fucking amazing. But another light blinks and he pulls back and gives Uchi a quick kiss before standing and giving Ryo a regretful once-over that makes Uchi grin, and leaves.
Plenty worked up now, Nishikido fists a hand in Uchi's hair when he parts his lips and sucks him in. Frowning instinctually, Uchi barely keeps himself from slapping at Nishikido's hands. It kind of hurts and his hair is going to be a mess now. That wasn't part of this bargain. His own hand, the one not wrapped around the thickness of Nishikido's cock, moves up from Nishikido's thigh to his hip, and he can feel the abdominal muscles there, straining to keep still and steady, and that makes Uchi feel like maybe the guy's not so much an asshole as just not a morning person, especially when Uchi grunts and shakes his head a bit, and the grip on his hair loosens and Nishikido actually sort of pets him.
It's not long after that, though, that the grip returns, and Nishikido's arm flies up to his mouth, hips bucking even though he's clearly trying not to let them, nearly choking Uchi when he spasms and comes without warning. He shakes as Uchi bobs shallowly a couple of times and finally lets him fall out of his mouth. The look Nishikido gives him is sheepish and a little grateful, and he immediately forgives him for the lack of warning. It’s a good look on him. Soft.
There's the noise of a throat clearing on the other side of the curtain, and Uchi stands smoothly, towering over Nishikido and looking down at him. He languidly zips up Nishikido's fly, the shorter man just blinking satedly up at him before smirking like he's the bigger man. It might be a little sexy. Finally, he takes a step back and flips open the curtain, bowing and saying quietly, "Again, I'm so sorry for the problem. Please forgive me," and gestures for Nishikido to return to his seat. Which he does without a single look back.
Nishikido sleeps the rest of the flight, which is fine by Uchi. He's much more attractive when he's not talking. And it gives him and Koyama a little time to giggle in the back over it all.
He may or may not be planning on calling the number Nishikido pressed into his pocket with a promising wink when he disembarked.
He does make it up to Koyama later for covering for him. It's not much of a chore.
Groups/Pairings: Ryo/Uchi, Koyama (slight Koyama/Ryo, Koyama/Uchi)
Rating: R
Words: 1,510
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Being a flight attendant has its perks and its drawbacks. Uchi just can't figure out which category Nishikido falls under.
Notes: *Repost* For impynymph in je-otherworlds 2011. Original is here. I'd never written Uchi before, so it was an interesting challenge.
The two of them crowd back into their small, shining space at the back of the plane, quickly clearing their cart, Koyama humming under his breath.
"Ugh." Uchi shoves his tray onto the sterling silver counter at the back of the plane. "It's too early for this crap. I don't deserve to be treated this way. These businessmen think they can just push everyone around because they've got money." He continues to grumble under his breath, opening and closing cabinets too hard, securing the snacks and drinks they've just served.
Koyama smiles to himself and follows Uchi, smoothing out his younger co-worker's actions and neatening behind him.
"You heard him. He didn't have to be such an asshole about it," Uchi continues, and Koyama nods sympathetically. "And if he actually does complain to the airline, I'll get another reprimand and I hate when Kanagawa dresses me down. He's so patronizing."
When they've got everything in place, Koyama leans back against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest, smiling mischievously. "It's a long flight and he's in your section. I guess you'll just have to sweeten his mood."
Uchi stares at him for a long minute, Koyama's smile widening into a grin, until finally Uchi smiles back, laughing in delight. The guy is pretty hot, for an asshole. "You think sex solves everything," he accuses him affectionately.
Koyama just laughs. "Doesn't it?"
To be fair, it does always seem to work that way for him. Like the stuffy, bitchy lawyer Koyama had managed to lure into the tiny bathroom, and the logistics of the two tall men squeezed in there still defy his brain, but when they'd come out, the other man had been all shy smiles and actually went out of his way to fly their airline now.
There's no way he's doing it in the bathroom, though.
A few minutes later, Uchi is going down the aisle, freshening passengers' coffees, deliberately skipping the short, cranky passenger who'd chewed him out just minutes ago. He passes him several times, until the man is practically red in the face from irritation. And that's when he stops, smiling sweetly at the man. "How can I help you?" he asks.
"I just want some coffee, damnit," the man growls, and pushes his cup toward Uchi.
Taking the cup to the back, Uchi refills it, adding some cold water, and carries it carefully back to the passenger. Just as he reaches to place the cup on the man's tray, he 'stumbles' and spills the whole thing all over the man's dark slacks.
"Shit!" The passenger hurriedly pushes his tray up and stands, Uchi already apologizing profusely.
"I'm so sorry. Please, come to the back and we can get you cleaned up."
He can hear the man spitting curses behind him as he follows, and Uchi finally allows himself to smile. As he passes into the back, Koyama is getting a few things together and they exchange a knowing look and Koyama winks before walking out and shutting the curtains firmly behind him. Grabbing two warm, wet cloths, Uchi turns to the man and offers him one. "Your name, sir?"
"Nishikido," he growls.
"Nishikido-san, I'm so terribly sorry," he says formally and bows, low. "I can't possibly make it up to you, but at least let me help you get cleaned up." Dropping to his knees, he presses the cloth against Nishikido's crotch, who starts squirming uncomfortably and backs up until he hits the counter.
"What're you doing? Cut it out. I can take care of that myself," he says harshly, swatting at Uchi's hand.
That only makes Uchi tilt his head up, looking at Nishikido through his lashes, gauging the man's protest. Genuine or not? He seems uncertain and that's enough for Uchi to let his lips curve up. "Oh no, I insist," he purrs, and strokes the cloth teasingly down. He knows he's good enough to make the man forget about his complaint and his pants. If he's lucky he'll even get a customer compliment out of it.
Nishikido narrows his eyes and holds Uchi's gaze for nearly a full minute before smirking slightly and nonchalantly wiping his fingers with the cloth and leaning back against the counter, elbows resting on top of it. "Go on then."
Uchi's always been more of a 'focus on me' sort of guy, but he loves the perks that come with being a flight attendant. He also hates being harassed. Doing this has the double bonus of making the man happy enough to hopefully stop jerking Uchi around and get Uchi some action which he may not be in desperate need of, but would certainly accept. And, as he strokes Nishikido to hardness, he has to admit that he's kind of impressed, actually.
He's also rather impressed with Nishikido's nearly silent appreciation of Uchi's hard work. He doesn't do this sort of thing that lightly, and, honestly, it's not easy to slide Nishikido's length across his tongue until it hits his throat, hand lightly wrapped around the base, so when Nishikido's eyes sort of roll back and he muffles a low groan with his arm, Uchi feels duly appreciated. Slightly less when Nishikido curses at him when the plane lurches violently for a minute of turbulence and Uchi can't help that his teeth end up where they're not wanted. He'd like to see him try this.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees one of the request lights blink on, and nearly without warning, Koyama is slipping quietly into the back room and grabbing something, and hurrying back out. Uchi's hums in amusement around Nishikido's cock (which twitches and Nishikido bites his arm to smother more noises) when he realizes that Nishikido probably didn't even see him come in.
Koyama is slightly more noticeable the next time, though, leaning against the side wall and watching approvingly and maybe looking just a little bit jealous as he watches Uchi work him over. When Nishikido's eyes flick open, Uchi feels him tense at seeing the other man standing there, Koyama shooting the man a reassuring smile before slinking over and kneeling down next to Uchi, tugging at his hair until he disengages with a muffled pop and lets Koyama have a go. Good timing, really. His jaw was getting tired.
Nishikido's face is priceless, a little red in embarrassment, his eyes wide and kind of boggled as Koyama teasingly licks the length before taking him fully in, working sloppily in a way Uchi knows feels fucking amazing. But another light blinks and he pulls back and gives Uchi a quick kiss before standing and giving Ryo a regretful once-over that makes Uchi grin, and leaves.
Plenty worked up now, Nishikido fists a hand in Uchi's hair when he parts his lips and sucks him in. Frowning instinctually, Uchi barely keeps himself from slapping at Nishikido's hands. It kind of hurts and his hair is going to be a mess now. That wasn't part of this bargain. His own hand, the one not wrapped around the thickness of Nishikido's cock, moves up from Nishikido's thigh to his hip, and he can feel the abdominal muscles there, straining to keep still and steady, and that makes Uchi feel like maybe the guy's not so much an asshole as just not a morning person, especially when Uchi grunts and shakes his head a bit, and the grip on his hair loosens and Nishikido actually sort of pets him.
It's not long after that, though, that the grip returns, and Nishikido's arm flies up to his mouth, hips bucking even though he's clearly trying not to let them, nearly choking Uchi when he spasms and comes without warning. He shakes as Uchi bobs shallowly a couple of times and finally lets him fall out of his mouth. The look Nishikido gives him is sheepish and a little grateful, and he immediately forgives him for the lack of warning. It’s a good look on him. Soft.
There's the noise of a throat clearing on the other side of the curtain, and Uchi stands smoothly, towering over Nishikido and looking down at him. He languidly zips up Nishikido's fly, the shorter man just blinking satedly up at him before smirking like he's the bigger man. It might be a little sexy. Finally, he takes a step back and flips open the curtain, bowing and saying quietly, "Again, I'm so sorry for the problem. Please forgive me," and gestures for Nishikido to return to his seat. Which he does without a single look back.
Nishikido sleeps the rest of the flight, which is fine by Uchi. He's much more attractive when he's not talking. And it gives him and Koyama a little time to giggle in the back over it all.
He may or may not be planning on calling the number Nishikido pressed into his pocket with a promising wink when he disembarked.
He does make it up to Koyama later for covering for him. It's not much of a chore.