My entry for the Wrassle Slash Library prompt contest on tumblr. Prompt: Hey asshole quit kicking the back of my seat its a 10 hour flight.


Tyler peered out from behind the curtain that separated the galley from the main cabin, registering the call light flashing towards the centre of the economy section.

His teammate Becky looked at him with pleading eyes as she continued to try to swipe at the mess spilled on her skirt courtesy of the young traveller in row twenty four who didn't seem to understand how a sick bag worked.

"Fine. I'll go."

"Thanks Ty. You're a doll."

Quietly and efficiently he made his way through the darkened cabin, lights dimmed for the long night flight. He didn't really mind the disruption, it broke up the long uneventful spell until they were due to serve breakfast.

Except on drawing closer to the source of the call, Tyler realised that actually in this case, he did mind.

The passenger who had summoned help was currently leaning into the aisle, waving frantically and grinning at Tyler's approach,

Tyler sighed and turned on his professionally helpful smile, reaching up to turn off the call before bobbing down to address the young man.

"Good evening sir, how may I be of assistance?"

"I'm thirsty, could I get some water please?"

"Of course. Still or sparkling?"

"Still."

Gracing the occupant of the seat with that professional smile once more, Tyler returned to the galley to collect a chilled bottle and delivered it to the passenger.

He had barely managed to return to the galley and grab himself a drink when the call bell chimed again.

Becky was off dealing with her vomiting guest again, so reluctantly, Tyler headed back into the cabin.

And back to the same passenger.

Who once again was leaning into the aisle and waving far too enthusiastically, his dark curls held back from his eyes by the sleep mask that most of the other people on the flight were making use of correctly.

"Yessss?"

Tyler's smile was a little less professional this time, a little more of a grimace.

The passenger grinned up at Tyler, dimples forming on his cheek, brown eyes sparkling.

"Could I have another pillow? Pleeeeease?"

Tyler bobbed his head tersely.

"I'll check to see if we have any extras sir."

Pillow found and delivered, the next time the call sounded, Tyler had barely managed to make it back through the closed curtain. Becky, her previous passenger asleep at last and skirt quickly switched out for the spare in her carryon, volunteered to answer.

It was only a moment before she returned, laughing quietly to herself.

"Sorry Ty, he says he wants you…"

Huffing out an exasperated breath, Tyler flung back the curtain and marched down the aisleway once more, the professionally helpful smile a mere memory.

"What!?"

His voice as as harsh as it could be while still remaining a whisper. He rolled his eyes as the seated man jiggled about in his seat and peered up at him with puppydog eyes.

"Ty baby, you know I can't sleep without my goodnight kiss…"

He wiggled around in his seat, feet catching against the back of the seat in front of him.

"Hey asshole! Quit kicking the back of my seat! This is a ten hour flight and I would like to sleep!"

Tyler quickly snapped into professional more, apologising to the disgruntled traveller before turning back to the source of the hassle, his nuisance of a boyfriend.

"Xavier! I am at work! I told you if you were going to use my staff perks, then you would have to behave…I should have known…"

Xavier pouted at Tyler and fluttered his eyelashes.

"Just one little kiss…then I'll be an angel. Promise."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"Fine, but one more ding from you and I'll stuff you in the overhead bin until breakfast."

Crouching beside Xavier's seat, he pressed his lips to the other man's in a quick chaste kiss.

"Now go to sleep, Xavi."

"Night night Ty."

As he started back towards the galley, a hand shot out from the seat in front of Xavier, halting Tyler in his tracks.

"Got one of those goodnight kisses for me, cutie?"