Phck, how did I get myself into this shit? His shaft was solid in the tight, silky pouch. The weeping pink head was peeping out of the tight, elastic waistband. The string had returned to rub uncomfortably between his cheeks, and now he had the added sensation of the plug blocking his entrance. He squirmed, feeling the plug shift and prod his passage. He took a slow breath. It felt good. It wasn't so good that he was about to blow his load, but it was enough to bring little thoughts bubbling to the surface. Thoughts about teasing his own nipples. About touching himself. About reaching back to tease and thrust the plug for more stimulation. He pulled the thin duvet up to his chin and squirmed.

I probably shouldn't...He'd basically sold himself for the flight. It wouldn't be fair if he got off without Nines being there. Nines had paid to do that, or at the very least watch. Phck, what would it be like if he watched? Gavin bit his lip and closed his eyes as he imagined Nines watching him. Dressed in a full suit. Sipping an expensive drink. Sitting in a chair with his legs crossed. Just watching. His silvery eyes would glint with heat and ice, telling him to give him a good show. Phck, I could give him a show...He could do it in his head, at least. In reality, he knew he'd lose his nerve. He sighed softly as he leaned back into the pillows, stroking a teasing hand over his pecs as he imagined Nines watching him with cool eyes.

He shifted a little beneath the covers, rocking his hips up as he felt a gentle buzz fill his passage. His thighs parted as he planted his feet on the thin mattress. He brought up his free hand, using both of them to stroke and tease his pecs. His thumbs paused to press and circle his hardened nipples, sending tingles shooting down to his straining cock. He could already feel a warm spot forming on his pelvis where his tip was weeping. The buzzing paused a while, leaving him warm and wanton as he continued to tease his nipples, thinking of Nines watching with an almost disinterested air. A shiver ran through him as he imagined those silvery eyes roving up and down his almost naked body. Naked but for the small G-string he'd been gifted.

Gavin licked his lips and turned his head as he slowly trailed one hand down to his abs. His workout regime was working. He could feel the muscles coming together in the faintest outline of a sixpack. He didn't intend for it to become obvious. He wasn't a bodybuilder or anything like that. He liked to be toned, but not so much that he'd put anyone off. He circled his fingers across the firm muscles and caressed his navel, slipping lower to his pelvis. He took in another breath as the vibrations started again, almost as if Nines were really watching and encouraging his progress. He imagined that was the case. The sinful smirk that would tug Nines' lips as he pressed the button and watched him writhe. He gasped and blinked his eyes open as a phone rang. He looked around, almost in a panic, until he remembered there wasn't a phone. He fumbled with the remote until he found the accept button.

"Hello?" He tried not to sound too flustered as he held the remote in one hand and looked up at the white ceiling, where the reading lights and emergency gas supply were stowed. The main lights had been dimmed for the evening, leaving just the glittering star patterns down the aisles to light the way. A small sound escaped his lips as the vibrations grew stronger, teasing his entrance and quivering walls. His shaft twitched at the attention, but remained trapped within the snug material. His heart stuttered as he waited for the caller to speak, panicking that they may have heard his stifled whines.

"Hello, Gavin...Are you enjoying yourself?" It was Nines. Gavin almost sighed in relief, though that was short-lived as another buzz filled his passage. Phck...There was something more exciting about those little buzzes now that Nines was on the phone listening. It was almost like the feeling of being watched. He could just imagine Nines relaxing in his own private pod. Sitting primly in the chair. His seatbelt securely fastened as the plane shook. One hand resting on the armrest as the other reached for the waistline of his pants. "Are you touching yourself?" Gavin was hesitant to answer, unsure which answer Nines was hoping for. "Hmm?" Teasing phck!

"A-a little..." Gavin still wasn't sure what Nines had wanted to hear as a stronger buzz began. Knowing it was Nines, he didn't bother to hold back the small moan that rumbled in his throat. He wanted Nines to hear. He wondered if the sounds would be enough to make him touch his own shaft in return. He could imagine Nines' hand stroking the outside of his pants, feeling the length within twitching and hardening.

"What are you doing now?" Nines' question sent heat searing through Gavin's cheeks. He'd never been good that the whole dirty talk thing. It made him cringe with embarrassment. "It's only us...tell me." It was a soft, encouraging tone. Gavin licked his lips and steeled himself. Would that be good enough for Nines? He didn't want to dampen the mood. It was probably going to sound really flat and unexciting.

"I'm-uh...I'm lying under the covers...touching my chest." He almost cringed. It was so bad. He sounded so fucking nervous. He was surprised to hear a low breath on the other end. Really? He was pretty sure Nines was relying more on his own imagination than his words. "Sh-should I do anything else?" Gavin asked uncertainly. He was more than willing to get some guidance here. Not because he didn't know how to touch himself, but because he wasn't really good with the whole talking out loud thing. He could imagine dirty talk all day long, but actually doing it was another story.

"Play with your nipples...Pinch and roll them..." A small breath shuddered out as Gavin stroked his way up to his pecs. He bit his lip as he did as he was told. Somehow, it felt better doing it when Nines told him to. There was something almost sinful about touching himself with someone else listening in. "How does it feel? Tell me..." By the almost breathy sound of his voice, Gavin guessed Nines was doing a little touching of his own.

"I can feel little sparks in my stomach...It feels nice..." He really wasn't sure if he was doing it right, and maybe that showed in his tone, because he heard Nines let out a low, silken chuckle. It was a nice sound. It was even nicer as the buzzing started again. He didn't hold back the small moan this time, and openly squirmed and rocked his hips as he continued to pinch his nipples. Nines hadn't told him to stop.

"How do you feel now, Gavin? Would you like to do more?" Gavin almost whined at the suggestion. Of course, he wanted to do more. His cock was fucking throbbing. He was dripping pre-ejaculate all over his pelvis. His ass was slick and plugged. That annoying string was rubbing uncomfortably, and he was getting hot under the thin duvet.

"Phck, yes! What should I do?" He hoped he didn't sound too needy, but the soft chuckle suggested Nines was pleased all the same.

"Fondle your balls and rub your taint...but you can't touch your cock or the plug." Gavin left one hand teasing his pecs as the other moved lower. He parted his thighs wider and tugged the string out of the way. It was a relief just to get the now damp material unwedged. He let out a small, relieved sigh as he massaged the soft skin between his thighs. By pressing back, he could actually feel the plug against his walls. He breathed deeply as he planted his heels and rocked into the touch. "How do you feel, Gavin?" Gavin whined softly as he cupped his balls, gently toying with the loose flesh.

"It feels good..." It was a pretty lame reply, but he was sure his little moans were getting the point across. He squirmed as the plug buzzed again, long and hard. Gavin closed his eyes and imagined Nines again. How he'd be sitting elegantly in his chair. Maybe he was touching himself. He could imagine it. Nines sitting there with his hand around his cock. He didn't know, but he imagined he was pretty hung. Fuck, how would it feel when he finally-

"What are you thinking about, Gavin?" Gavin's skin heated at the question. Should he tell him? He squeezed his sack gently for a little encouragement. Nines had asked the question, likely knowing exactly what he was thinking about. If he told him, would Nines fulfil the fantasy later? Phck, only one way to find out.

"I was thinking about you...jerking yourself off..." Gavin closed his eyes again, imagining Nines on the other end. He already had a hand around his thick shaft. He was gripping it, ready to make the first pump. He was wearing a smug smirk from hearing his reply. His silvery eyes were hot with unspoken promises. Of all the things he wanted to be doing to him right now. The things he would be doing, if not for the rocking of the plane. The plug buzzed in reward for his honesty.

"I'm thinking of you, too...Are you still wearing my gift?" Gavin whined softly at Nines' admission. He jerked his hips up and stroked along his perineum again, right up to the bulge of the plug. It would feel so good to just tug it a little. To twist and pump it. He left it. Nines had told him not to touch it.

"Yeah...I still have it on...Phck, I want you to take it off!" He melted a little as he heard Nines chuckle on the other end. Gavin whined softly. Fuck, when would the seatbelt sign turn off? He wanted Nines to come in and absolutely rail him. It didn't help as the buzzing resumed. He teased his balls again, resisting the temptation to move higher.

"Oh, I intend to...The moment this sign goes off, I'm going to come in there and rip it off with my teeth." The whine that escaped Gavin's lips was almost feral. Fuck, he wanted that. He cursed under his breath as he teased his nipples and stroked his taint again. Not being allowed any real stimulation was frustrating. He wanted to grip his shaft and fuck his own hand until he spilled. He was fucking solid. Hard and dripping. "Would you like that, Gavin?" He was an asshole for even asking at this point.

"Phck, please! Yes, phck, I want you to..." Gavin trailed off as he closed his eyes and imagined it. Kneeling on the bed, plugged and ready. Watching over his shoulder needily as Nines stormed over and dropped to his knees. Feeling his teeth graze his skin as he gripped the string. The relief of the thong finally being peeled off. His cock springing free. The plug being pulled. Nines' cock pressing against his tight entrance. Stretching him. Filling him. He whined softly.

"I will, Gavin, I will...Be patient for me..." He had such a soothing voice. It was a voice Gavin would happily listen to for hours. It was a voice he wanted to hear giving him instructions. Telling him how he was doing. Telling him all the things he wanted to do to him. He whined again as the buzzing in his passage returned. Phck! I want it...Nines...

"Please! I want-" Gavin cut off with a moan as the buzz increased. He wanted to touch so badly.

"No, Gavin...Wait for me." Nines was firm, and Gavin whined his obedience as he squirmed on the sheets. He would have turned on his side if not for the belt fastened over his waist. It wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose enough for him to wiggle over like that. "I can't wait to get you on your knees...I bet you'll take my cock like one of your brother's Tracis...Is that right, Gavin? Will you suck me right in?" Gavin moaned needily as he imagined it.

"Phck, I'll suck you alright...Phck, Nines...Please, I want..." Now that he'd thought it, Gavin wasn't sure where he wanted to feel Nines' cock more. In his buzzing passage or filling his throat. Was Nines rough? Would he grip and pull his hair like those other guys? Or would he be gentler? Would he let him work at his own pace? Would he enjoy it? "Phck, let me suck it!" He was beyond embarrassment at this point. His body was thrumming with unfulfilled need.

"Gladly...I bet you can take it all, too. I bet your throat was made to be fucked. Perhaps your brother based the Traci blueprints on you...You're wasted as a detective, Gavin. Had I found you sooner, I would have made you mine." Nines' voice was like silk as he teased. Gavin moaned, unsure whether or not he should be offended. He put it down to dirty talk and imagined himself on his knees for Nines. His shaft would probably choke him. Fuck, he hoped it would choke him. "What are you imagining right now, Gavin? That I'm ravishing you?" The tone was playful, but there was an undertone of hope.

"Yeah...Phck, I want you to fuck my throat like a phcking Pocket Pussy!" Gavin moaned even louder as the vibrations in his passage reached a crescendo. It wasn't enough to make him come, but he really wanted to touch himself. Teasing his tender nipples and fondling his balls wasn't doing enough.

"As soon as the sign goes off, I expect you to get on your knees, ready to fulfil that fantasy." Gavin whined needily at the almost growled demand.

"Yes! Phck, Nines, I want it so bad!" Judging by the low growl on the other end and the seemingly endless buzzing in his ass, he was pretty sure he'd figured out dirty talk. He squirmed, trying to get a little movement on the plug as he ground his rump against the mattress. There was a small beeping sound above his head and the seatbelt sign flashed. Heat swirled in the pit of his stomach as he watched the orange light blink out. He almost sighed in relief as he pushed himself up to his elbows.

"Get on your knees. I'll be right there." The line clicked just as Gavin reached for his belt. He wasted no time as he unstrapped and tossed off the covers. He didn't even tuck the tip of his dripping shaft away as he got to his knees and stared needily at the door. He even opened his mouth in anticipation. He half expected Nines to shove it straight in.