Page 38 of Fear of Flying
While he sipped his coffee and waited for room service to arrive, he decided to check in and catch up on the scroll from his friends on the Discord server. He grinned, chuckling at their antics and the slew of memes people had shared, and he raised his eyebrows more than a few times as he skimmed a particularly heated debate on whether Superman really could travel faster than the speed of light and how that could possibly even make sense, no matter what the comics had said. The science was baffling to Drew, way over his head, but he delighted in the fact that the debate existed at all.
Mild-Mannered1022
hey, speaking of travel. Wasn’t @NotPeterParker supposed to be back today? He usually checks in after business trips.
OGJimmyOlsen
Dunno, man! But there was that massive snowstorm that closed a few airports.
Clark&Lois4Ever
ahh, that bites if he got stuck. Hopefully he’ll send us proof of life soon, lol
LeapTallBuilding52
Snowmaggedon! Where’s Supes when you need him, eh?? lol!
He loved that they kept tabs on each other, and as he skimmed through the rest of the scroll—smiling at the playful teasing and conversation and @Farmboy1993’s plea for help troubleshooting something and @MadDogLane jumping right in with answers—he found he was more sad than he normally was to have missed it all, to not be more a part of things. With his job, it wasn’t as easy to check in as often as he wanted, but today, it was hitting a little harder for some reason.
Drew smiled again, wistfully this time, as he tapped out a message letting everyone know he was fine, stuck in Pittsburgh for another day at least, and that he’d catch up more later. He watched for a minute as the reaction emojis started popping up under his message and a few people responded with messages of their own, and his heart surged with warmth and affection for his pocket friends.
After not too much longer, the room service arrived, and he’d just finished painstakingly setting everything up on the large dining table when Zach emerged from the bedroom wearing the other luxury robe. He was bleary-eyed, scratching the back of his neck, and his hair was mussed from sleep. Still, seeing him somehow stole the air right out of Drew’s lungs. So it was at least a second before he could clear his throat and say anything.
“H-hey, good—good morning,” he stammered. He was struggling to breathe evenly, especially when Zach’s eyes finally seemed to focus on him and a bright, gorgeous smile spread slowly across his face. God, he was handsome.
“Good morning,” Zach said, his voice a bit husky, maybe from sleep. He made his way over to the dining table, padding across the room barefoot.
Drew’s pulse kicked up a notch as he took a step toward Zach. God, he needed to get a grip. It wasn’t like the man was going to put on shoes first thing in the morning. But damn, there was something about bare feet and wearing nothing but a robe and that smile that was intimate in a way he’d never known before.
Zach’s gentle touch on his face startled him out of his daze, fingers scratching lovingly at his beard. “Where’d you go just now?” he asked.
“Ahh, nowhere. I just . . .”
“Got lost in my eyes?” Zach quirked another grin at him, this one softer but teasing.
Drew laughed lightly. “Something like that.”
Zach’s hand settled against his neck, and he drifted in closer, stretching up to brush his lips against Drew’s. “Good morning,” Zach said, his thumb dragging roughly against the facial hair low on Drew’s cheek.
“Didn’t we already say that?” Drew smiled, bringing a hand up to Zach’s face and tracing his fingers along Zach’s jawline and over his lips.
Zach shrugged. “It’s a really, really good morning. Probably deserves saying twice.”
“Well, in that case...” He leaned in to kiss Zach’s cheeks and jaw and then his lips, and between kisses, he said, “Good morning... good morning... good morning.”
Zach deepened the kiss, tugging Drew just that much closer. It was slow but not absent of heat, though Zach kept it brief. “Upping the value, are we?” he asked, his lips still brushing against Drew’s.
Drew nodded. “Yeah. Mm-hmm.” He pressed his lips to Zach’s again, reveling in the warmth of the touch and the slightly minty taste from his toothpaste.
“You taste like coffee,” Zach said, then kissed him again, sweeping his tongue lightly through Drew’s mouth.
“I’ll make you your own, you know?”
“Mmm...” Zach pulled away slowly. “I’ll take you up on that. It does taste amazing this way, but I don’t think there’s enough caffeine to wake me up.”
Drew chuckled and, though he was reluctant to leave Zach’s touch, stepped away toward the wet bar area to make Zach some coffee.
“I see you ordered up a feast for us again. Can I look?” he asked, his fingers hovering over one of the domed, stainless-steel plate covers.