Chapter 3 finally! So sorry for the wait...
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"So here is my dilemma Mr. Queen." Malcolm stated, sipping the water they'd brought. "I need to take a trip to see some of my new companies. We haven't heard from them, but it would be the perfect opportunity for the league."
"You want me there to protect Ianto." Oliver replied, leaning back into his chair. He regarded his friend's father intently. Asking for help still came just as easy as a 'macho' man asking for directions. Especially for someone with the older Merlyn's skillset and resources. Once again he was surprised by just how far Malcolm would go for the young man.
"You'd be well compensated and I'd pay your expenses of course." The older Merlyn smiled. When it came to those he loved, money was no object.
"You seem awful sure they'll try something…" Oliver stated slowly.
"It's what I'd do." Malcolm mused, shooting his cuffs.
The younger man nodded. It made sense and as in any case like this. The older Merlyn was trained by the league and knew their methods. He trusted Malcolm's judgment…this time. "Let me talk to my team." Oliver sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Of course." Malcolm agreed, standing and shaking Queen's hand. All he could do was hope the younger man would agree. For now he had a world trip to plan for and a scamp named Ianto to tend to.
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"You think I should go?" Oliver queried, looking right at felicity. He'd almost already decided that he would go, but he didn't like the idea of being away from his city for so long. He cared a lot about their charge and the last thing he wanted was Jones taken to Nanda Parbot by force.
"To keep Ianto from the league…yes, you should go. Best case, you get a cool vacation with Tommy and Laurel. Worst…well, we won't think about that." She replied resolutely and with a smile. "It's nothing to just ignore if it has even Malcolm worried." She added, raising her eyebrow.
"Don't worry, we've got you covered man." Diggle assured, knowing the protection of Starling City was what was holding Oliver back.
"You guys are sure?" Queen asked one more time.
"Yes now go." The tech huffed, pushing Ollie towards the stairs.
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Oliver showed up on the tarmac, suit cases at the ready a few days later. He was shaking Malcolm's hand as Ianto's head peaked out of the jet's door. "O-Ollie!"
"Hey buddy, ready for a trip!" Queen smiled, looking past the older Merlyn to see Tommy and Laurel wave as they boarded. He acknowledged them with an incline of his head.
"O-Ollie g-g-going t-too?" Jones asked, clearly excited at the prospect as he let his other friends pass.
"Yep I'm going too." Queen smiled again, hefting his bag to his shoulder, he watched as Jones clapped his hands in glee and slipped back inside. "You really think they'll try."
"I'm not taking any chances." Malcolm sighed, scanning the hanger with narrowed eyes. His fingers itched for his bow and his fists clenched.
"Fair enough." Oliver noted the older man's discomfort and looked around as well, but saw only an otherwise empty hanger. He nodded an all clear and they headed for the jet.
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The plane ride was rather uneventful however, that was only after take-off. No one had thought to warn Jones about the ear popping. They hadn't planned on it being this bad. Ianto cried, whined and whimpered. Forcing the older man to bring him to the back as the younger man proceeded to ruin another of Malcolm's good ties. Fortunately, he had packed extras. "Shhh Jamil Waladi, it will pass." The older Merlyn cooed, holding his bundle tightly.
"O-ouch D-daddy o-ouch." Ianto sniffled, felling like his head was slowly crushing in on itself.
Lucky for them they were in private rooms and the older man didn't have to worry about the others reactions to the title, his charge had given him, trusted him with. The older Merlyn hoped he never betrayed that trust and God save him if he ever did.
His jet, having contained a more secluded and soundproof bedroom for longer flights allowed them to be alone. "I know baby boy I know." Malcolm tried again, carding his fingers through his distraught younger lover's hair. Knowing it would help his charge sleep, he deftly lowered Ianto's zip and fit his hand inside the opened trousers.
Jones felt the first soft touch clamoring for his attention. Trying to override the pressure in his skull. He started, his brow furrowing. "D-dady?" The younger man questioned, his hips flexing, searching out more of the teasing strokes.
"Shh sweet boy. Focus on my touch. Close your eyes, just enjoy." Malcolm purred, teasing his thumb over the already leaking head. Jones eyelids fluttered and he gasped as the older Merlyn continued to play. Slowly turning his younger lover into a relaxed and moaning mess. Ianto came with a lazy purr, barely able to keep his eyes open to see his love licking the younger man's cum from his palm. "Sleep Jamil Waladi." Malcolm commanded as he hefted his charge over to the corner bed.
Everyone else seemed to have nodded off. The older man shrugged and quietly crept in beside his lover. Delighted when Jones had just enough energy to get his angel off before, snuggling to sleep in Malcolm's open arms. So far so good, but things could always change.
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