“Since when? Why not,” he sounded confused.
Taylor scoffed. “She’s in trouble right now. I’ll tell you about it later. I’ll see you when we get there.”
“Fly safe,” Jesse told him before hanging up.
* **
Fletcher and Taylor didn’t say much as they boarded the plane. Taylor had booked them economy seats, but Fletcher scoffed and immediately upgraded them to first class.
“If I’m flying commercial then at least I’m flying comfortably,” Fletcher told him as they sat down in their adjoining first class seats. They had privacy sliders between the two of them and there were walls that blocked the aisles, so Taylor felt better about flying together outside of team-sanctioned travel.
Once the plane took off, Fletcher cupped Taylor’s jaw and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sloppier than he had intended it to be, but Taylor didn’t really mind. “You know, I don’t think you ever thanked me for winning you the cup,” Fletcher goaded.
“Mhmm,” Taylor hummed. “That hat trick was pretty sexy,” he whispered into Fletcher’s ear. “Don’t you just love it when I score hat tricks?” He playfully nipped at Fletcher’s ear before Fletcher jealously shoved him off.
“My hero,” Fletcher told him sarcastically, giving him an eye roll. Taylor bit his lip and smiled. Fletcher did play really well at the game. It was tough, but they beat D.C. 8-7. The game went into overtime and then the Seaporters secured the cup when Fletcher helped the team win the shootout.
“You can’t be mean to me. Not today. It’s my big day,” Taylor leaned back in and whispered in his ear. He double-checked that the aisle door was completely closed for the sake of his own sanity before firmly cupping Fletcher’s jaw and kissing him.
“I didn’t get you a present,” Fletcher said breathlessly as Taylor pressed a kiss to his jaw.
“I could think of a few ways you could treat me, sweet thing.” Taylor kissed him on his cheek. He loved the way he could hear Fletcher’s breathing quicken. He loved the way Fletcher’s body reacted to him.
“Another over-the-pants handy in the back of a dark plane?” Fletcher whispered humorously.
Taylor pulled his back and leaned down to kiss the front of Fletcher’s throat. “Mhmm,” he hummed against Fletcher’s soft tanned skin. “I’d rather try something else. I have another thing on my list that I’d like to try,” Taylor said suggestively.
“Flip fucking?” Fletcher quickly guessed, sounding eager.
Taylor let out a laugh. “In your dreams, sweetheart. Not while we’re in Sacramento.” He pulled the collar of Fletcher’s shirt down and began to suck on the skin at the nape of his neck. Fletcher clenched his jaw. Taylor had thought about it, and he decided he was open to trying it. He’d like to try it, but he’d prefer to do it in the comfort of his own home. Or anywhere that wasn’t Sacramento.
“What else is on that list?” Fletcher asked with an edge of nervousness.
“A few things,” Taylor told him, continuing to shamelessly give Fletcher a hickey. “You taste so good, Fletch. So sweet.”
“Babe, you’re starting to freak me out a little. How many more things are there to even do?”
“Are you my sweet boy, Fletcher?” Taylor asked softly, ignoring him. He nipped at the skin that had already started turning pink. He selfishly liked how nervous Fletcher was getting. How easy it was to make him fold.
Fletcher let out a sigh as he nodded.
“Use your words,” Taylor commanded.
“I’m your sweet boy, Taylor,” Fletcher whispered. “Areyoumy sweet boy, Taylor?” Fletcher asked sarcastically.
Taylor quickly snorted as he pulled away and gave Fletcher another quick kiss. He started to lean back in his seat, but Fletcher cupped his jaw just as roughly, if not more, and pulled Taylor back in. “What are you planning on doing to me, birthday boy?” Fletcher asked. He pressed a kiss to the side of Taylor’s neck. Right below his earlobe.
“I’m not going to tell you. It’ll be a surprise,” he answered.
“But it’s not my birthday,” Fletcher hummed against his skin. He moved his lips lower as he kissed his way down Taylor’s neck. And then Taylor heard his seat buckle click as Fletcher unbuckled and quickly dropped to his knees. He lifted Taylor’s shirt up as he pressed hot, open-mouth kisses to Taylor’s stomach. Taylor’s cock twitched with excitement.
Fletcher knew exactly what he was doing. He gripped Taylor through the material of his sweatpants and moved his hand up and down Taylor’s length.
He kissed down Taylor’s stomach and Taylor opened his knees so Fletcher could kneel in between them.
“I want to taste what a twenty-year-old’s cock tastes like,” Fletcher whispered before he mouthed Taylor through his sweats.
“I don’t think we should be doing this on the plane, Fletch. What if someone—Ow!” Taylor grunted as Fletcher fully bit him. “Are you fucking crazy?” Taylor whispered.
