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Written for Martin. Advent 2008.
Joe fastened his seatbelt and sighed quietly, he'd been hoping bringing Lucas on this vacation/business trip would help settle things between them, but Lucas had spent most of the trip sulking and avoiding him.

The flight attendants went through the usual safety procedures, Joe not really paying any attention until they were in the air, a pretty brunette smiling as she offered him coffee.

"Thanks," Joe accepted gratefully. Lucas refused the offer sharply turning to look out the window. Joe sipped is coffee and tied to relax, but Lucas was stiff and unnaturally quiet beside him and it just didn't seem possible. He wasn't even sure what was wrong. Lucas had been fine one day and sullen and moody the next.

"Excuse me," Lucas said, getting up and sliding past him to go towards the bathroom.

Joe sighed, exasperated, but let him by without comment, trying to focus on the in-flight movie he took a while to notice Lucas hadn't returned. Glancing down the isle with concern he unfastened his seatbelt and got up, heading towards the toilet at the back of the cabin.

The sign on the door was red indicating someone was in there, so Joe knocked. "Just a minute," a familiar voice replied.

"Lucas, are you okay?" Joe asked.

There was a dull thud and a moment later the door opened, Lucas not even meeting his eyes as he tried to by pass Joe, but the older man grabbed his arm and pushed him back into the cramped space and locked the door behind them.

"Ow, Joe!" Lucas hissed.

"What's going on?" Joe asked.

"Assault," Lucas retorted.

"Damn it Lucas, I mean what's going on with you, you've been sulking like a kindergartner for weeks," Joe said. "Have I done something?"

"I'm fine," Lucas said.

"Well I'm not," Joe said. "I want to know what's going on."

"Nothing," Lucas said.

Joe growled in frustration, pressing Lucas back against the sink, ready to slap some sense into him if he didn't just tell him what the...fuck...

"Oh..."

"Joe..." Lucas struggled against him, but Joe didn't release him, pressing him tighter against the sink, bending him back until he had no where left to go and Joe's mouth pressed against his firm and forceful and Lucas stopped struggling.

Joe pulled back, looking into Lucas' dazed expression, unsure what to say. He hadn't thought to closely, feeling Lucas' against him, feeling his obvious arousal... Joe just pushed through with it without thought and now he wasn't sure what to say.

"Joe..." Lucas said softly, the word coming out on a breath. "I uh... was kinda expecting to get punched."

Joe snorted, that was fair, he'd kinda been expecting to punch him. "This is why you've been sulking?"

"I wasn't sulking, I was just... I thought if I stayed away, kept some distance for a while it would go away," Lucas said. "I didn't want you to hate me."

"Lucas, I could never hate you," Joe said. "This... it's... well I wasn't expecting... but I promise you, I don't hate you."

"Do you... I mean you kissed me," Lucas said.

"Yes," Joe agreed. "I did and I'm not sure... you're so much younger than I am and..."

"I'm not a kid!" Lucas protested.

"I know," Joe said. "Sulking aside, I know you're not a kid."

"I wasn't sulking," Lucas argued.

Joe chuckled. "Oh you were. I just wish you'd talked to me, but this... this isn't the place for this discussion to go any further, so I'm going to go back to my seat and you're going to follow me and we're going to wait 'til we get home."

"No mile high club?" Lucas asked cheekily, a grin lighting up his features like Joe hadn't seen in weeks.

"Not even if it wasn't going to be our first time," Joe said firmly.

Lucas leaned forward daringly and kissed him. "We'll see."


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