hhanon | Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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...COme on, can't have been the only one thinking it.

... YES YES YES~~~~~!!! You implanted that in my brain. Thank you for giving me something to fantasize about tomorrow during group paper review!! :DDD

The plane to Belfast was small. There were only eighteen rows; they were lucky to have been able to get on the flight at all. As it was, Caroline was up near the front but Jim and Simon had ended up next to each other at the back.

Jim watched Simon struggle to get comfy in the small seats, the legroom insufficient for his tall frame. It was times like this that he was thankful he was short – not that he would admit that to anyone, of course.

Just as he thought Simon was comfy the man tried to get up.

“Need a piss.”

“Not until the plane’s taken off.” Jim told him, holding his hand up to command him back into his seat.

Simon fidgeted back into his seat and muttered at the hostess as she checked they were all buckled up. Jim tried to distract himself by tweeting, pointedly ignoring Simon’s intermittent mutterings until he was asked to turn his phone off.

Then, all that was left to do was stare out the window, try not to get annoyed by Simon ruffling that ridiculously springy hair of his, and wait for the seatbelt sign to ping and turn off.

Simon clambered over him as soon as it did, heading immediately to the tiny cubicle at the back of the plane.

When ten minutes had passed Jim started to worry.

When thirteen minutes had passed the hostess started to worry.

“I’ll check on him.” Jim told her, standing up and knocking lightly on the door.

“Simon? It’s Jim. Are you okay?”

“Got a bit of an issue.” Came muffled through the door.

Jim sighed and turned back to the hostess.

“Don’t worry about him, I’ll make sure he’s okay.”

She looked uncertain but nodded and turned back, striding down the aisle to help with the serving of the tea and coffee.

He knocked again.

“What is it Simon? Are you sick? I told you not to drink that much.”

“…are you alone?”

“Yes, why?”

The door clicked and opened slightly.

Jim poked his head round the door and huffed when he saw Simon leant against the sink, his jeans pushed down to his thighs and cock out and in his hand.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Hoping you’d join me?” Simon replied lazily, stroking his cock as he spoke.

Jim looked at the small space with incredulity, wondering how they could both fit in that space when it was barely big enough for one person. But he went in anyway, scrunching his face up as he struggled past the door and feeling silently victorious when it shut behind him.

But that meant they were pressed tightly together, Simon biting his lip while his cock rubbed against Jim’s jumper.

“Turn around, I don’t want you to stain my clothes.” Jim told him, hands immediately to Simon’s hips to help him turn round. It meant the taller man now had his face rather squashed against the light above the mirror, but his cock was now leaking over the sink.

“Why couldn’t you have waited until we had landed?” Jim hissed as he tugged Simon’s trousers and briefs down at the back.

Simon shrugged and hit his elbow on the door, long limbs uncooperative in the tiny room.

“Was pissin’ and he woke up.”

“Stay still.” Jim said, trying not to let his exasperation show through his voice. He leant back and fumbled with his own jeans, freeing himself and pumping his cock to full hardness with practiced strokes.

Jim reached under Simon’s arm to the liquid soap, squeezing a small amount from the dispenser onto his hand before slipping it between Simon’s thighs from behind.

“I don’t have time to fuck you properly as the plane will start its decent soon. Bend down a bit and bring yourself off and try not to make too much of a mess.”

Jim stepped back as far as he could before pulling Simon back to him, slipping his cock between his thighs and sighing at the sensation, grinning mischievously as the tip of his cock nudged the back of Simon’s balls.

“Oh, and stay quiet.” Jim said before drawing back and thrusting forwards again. “I doubt the walls are soundproof and I don’t want the entire plan to know what we’re doing.”

Simon nodded and bit his lip, leaning his forehead hard against the lightshade and stroking himself in time with Jim’s thrusts.

Simon came quickly, shuddering and spilling into the sink just as Jim had hoped. So Jim sped up his pace, thrusting harder and faster and delighting in the feel of Simon’s thighs squeezing him.

When Jim came it was messy, running down Simon’s thighs and into his underwear. A quick wipe with some toilet roll cleaned the worst up, but Jim did not bother being thorough. Instead, he wiped and tucked himself away neatly before pulling Simon’s jeans up roughly.

“It’s your fault your underwear is soiled.” Jim told him, before unlocking the door and struggling out, leaving his friend to regain his composure.

The woman across the aisle from him gave him a strange look as he took his seat once more and he smiled back politely, knowing only the slight blush in his cheeks could give him away.

Then the seatbelt light came on and the hostess came back, asking after Simon.

“Oh, he’s fine. Was just a little nauseous.” Jim replied, giving her his best smile – the one that was incredibly charming and spoke of innocence and truth – and she returned it shyly.

“Had a bit too much to drink, has he?” She asked in hushed tones.

“Is it that obvious?”

Simon stumbled back, looking completely out of it as he gave the hostess what was probably meant to be a smile before clambering over Jim once more, back to his seat by the window.

Jim rolled his eyes at the hostess and she shook her head, reminded him there were paper bags tucked in the pocket in the seat in front, then resumed her own seat for landing.

“We should fly more often.” Jim said as Simon resumed his fidgeting.

Simon simply hummed in response and stared out the window.

...My brain just broke. @_@ That was...

I love this!!

All the awkwardness of a cramped space with Simon's long limbs and desperate need. All the little touches - Simon hitting the door with his arm, squashing his face on the light over the sink, Jim improvising with the soap - make it feel realistic. The humor is spot on from Simon ruffling that ridiculously springy hair of his to Jim replied, giving her his best smile – the one that was incredibly charming and spoke of innocence and truth.

Still, it's the fact Jim takes charge that makes me bounce in my seat. I love Jim taking charge, especially when he's paired with Simon because it adds another layer of hotness to it, since it's this tall, gangly guy being with a small, cuddly guy with the smaller one in charge. It's a weird kink I have, so it's a real treat to see it written so well.

To paraphrase - Jim taking the lead in a well written, quick and dirty sex scene with Simon makes my brain melt in the best possible way and I'm just going to point enthusiastically at this fill going EEE!!

Thank you!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

hahaha sounds like a game of sardines there.

Great stuff.

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH.

YES.

YES.

ALL THE YES.

Poor Simon, being all tall and lanky and smooshed in. <3333 AND JIM TWEETING! Aw, all the aw. <333 And springy hair! And When ten minutes had passed Jim started to worry (Ignore my shipper brain, I love love to an indecent amount~)! And Jim sending the air hostess off!

AND THE PORN-!

I could honestly, honestly quote all of it - but just know that I love all of it. <3333 Especially the But that meant they were pressed tightly together, Simon biting his lip while his cock rubbed against Jim’s jumper And Jim being unable to resist and Jim being in charge! (Also a major kink of mine, I must say.) And slipping his cock between his thighs and sighing at the sensation, grinning mischievously as the tip of his cock nudged the back of Simon’s balls, and having to be quiet!

The woman across the aisle from him gave him a strange look as he took his seat once more and he smiled back politely, knowing only the slight blush in his cheeks could give him away made me giggle, I must admit. <3333 And Simon being absolutely out of it afterwards! I love it when characters are so completely braindead after sex, it's just... Another major kink, yes. <3333

And doing it again! Oh yes. <333

So, yes - basicallly brilliant and wonderful and :DDDDDD *HUGS*

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[RPF] Jim/Simon, mile high club

Re: [RPF] Jim/Simon, mile high club

FILL: [RPF] Jim/Simon, mile high club 1/2

FILL: [RPF] Jim/Simon, mile high club 2/2

Re: FILL: [RPF] Jim/Simon, mile high club 2/2

Re: FILL: [RPF] Jim/Simon, mile high club 2/2

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