Vegas 29
WARNING: If you are sensitive about hockey, this chapter is not for you. Just saying.
"Well I don't know what you were expecting, punching the security guard like that." Alfred took the ice pack and cloth the stewardess had brought over for them and pressed it just to the side of Matthew's eye in an attempt to bring down the swelling. Matthew just rolled his eyes before he closed them, leaning his head back against the seat.
"Not now, Al. My head still hurts." He scowled a bit as Alfred chuckled beside him. He didn't see how his misery was so amusing. He felt a warm breath by his ear and shivered a bit as it mixed with the cold of the ice pack.
"Does that mean you won't be interested in joining the mile-high club anytime soon?" Matthew opened his eyes to give Alfred the most blank look he could muster. Judging from the other's amusement, it just came off as annoyed instead. Alfred shifted in his seat, turning to face him properly. "Ah, come on, Mattie. At least they let us stay until the end of the game, and the Maple Leafs all signed your jersey afterwards." Matthew laughed a bit to himself quietly.
"Not going to mention the part where those bastards dragged me out onto the ice to join the picture with the Stanley Cup?" Alfred grinned.
"Well, I didn't want to rub in your face that the Red Wings won. Again. They did a good enough job of it already, I think." He laughed as Matthew shot his hand out, hitting his arm.
"How much longer is this flight, anyway?" Alfred shrugged and pulled open the window cover, looking outside.
"Looks like we're still over Alaska. There's at least a few more hours. Get some sleep. We're going to lunch as soon as we get there." Matthew nodded a bit, closing his eyes again.
"Sounds like a good idea." Alfred fell silent beside him as he flipped through the AirMall catalogue, and Matthew soon found himself drifting into a deep sleep.
"Hey, Mattie! The in-flight movie is starting! Check it out! It's that one with the penguins! I watch this with the kids all the time! I love this one." Matthew sighed as he opened his eyes again. So much for getting sleep.
"Don't they usually show newer movies on flights?" Alfred looked over and smiled a bit.
"They had G. on before, but you slept right through it. I didn't want to wake you up." Matthew blinked a few times before deciding not to mention he had just woke him up now. "You look so cute when you're asleep."
"Uh...Thanks, Al. So do you." He closed his eyes again, determined to go back to being cute while he was asleep. Beside him, Alfred grinned, leaning close to his ear again. He ghosted a few kisses over his neck lightly before lowering his voice. Matthew loved and hated when he did that. It was so distracting. Didn't Alfred realize he wanted to sleep?
"Are you sure you don't want to? With Alaska home, you know we won't get time again until after the wedding." Matthew's eyes snapped open. He fumbled with his seatbelt until he managed to unhook it, then grabbed Alfred's arm and pulled him out of his seat on his way to the back of the plane. If the other passengers were amused or disgusted, and Alfred was making that pervy grin behind him, he didn't care.
Waiting until after the wedding was just too long for his plans. Alfred had foiled them on three separate occasions yesterday alone by being quicker on the draw, and Matthew was determined to leave it at that.
