Thank God their plane had arrived early, Victor thought to himself with a sigh of relief as they went back to get their bags. Airports were never a place he liked to loiter; it wasnâ€™t that he had anything against Mathias, and judging by the other maleâ€™s expression he was probably ready to get out of here as well. Or maybe not so much since the walk to the plane had been quiet. He could feel himself falling right back into that business demeanor once again, evident in the way he walked. When he took a look at the plane he was completely surprised and immediately felt like a kid in a candy store. A private jet!? It was amazing! Not even his own father had a private jet; just how rich or special was this guy to have his own private jet? Mathias didnâ€™t seem too excited about it but Victor just assumed that it was because he has probably ridden it so many times.<br/><br/>It took a lot for him to not completely show just how much he was admiring this. A private jetâ€¦ he was riding in a private jet. He knew better than to brag about it so he would have to keep it to himself, he knew, but he was fine with it. It almost made him feel like a celebrity or something and it made him sad that the flight was only a few hours. According to Mathias dinner was about to be served in a bit and whatever he wanted to drink, he was welcomed to it. This was definitely something he was not use to. Normally he would be shoved in the usual passenger plane dealing with the crowded aisles and crying babies and whatever other annoying things took flight with him. Here there was peace and quiet and he enjoyed it. When he finally stopped gawking and took a seat he sighed with relief as he sank back into the seat, smiling a bit.<br/><br/>â€œAt least the ride will be comfy,â€ he commented, looking over to Mathias with that same sparkle in his eyes as before. Ok, part-time business robot produced by his father or not, Victor was still human as well as a teenager so he couldnâ€™t help but show how excited he was about riding in a private jet. This really was his first time as much as he hated to admit it. He wondered if there was even a full bathroom, full sizes by jet standards anyway, or a bedroom. Maybe there was even a TV or refrigerator. From the sounds of things there was a place to cook food, right? Oh he wanted to ask so many questions! He held back seeing as Mathias didnâ€™t look like he was feeling well, his giddy mood fading a bitâ€¦ but then he remembered something, thinking back to the limo ride.<br/><br/>This was a planeâ€¦ and they were obviously alone save for the pilot and a few other people. They could so whatever they wanted without anyone looking at them oddly.<br/><br/>Victor smiled to himself as he leaned forward, looking Mathias over some more. Should he dare press his luck? Every fiber of his being was telling him to just fucking go for it, but then again what he got punched in the face. Nervousness hit him, but he pushed it back, continuing to smile a bit, part of him not caring that the other was not feeling well for the time being. Briefly he wondered If Mathias did not like flying if he was sick but let it pass, mustering courage to speak to the male. Unfortunately when he did it came out a bitâ€¦ unexpected, unprofessional, too soon, pushy, â€œAnd since the ride will already be comfortable, what do you say about making it a little more comfortable?â€ Immediately he kicked himself. He probably sounded like a jerk but he couldnâ€™t help it.<br/><br/>When he was woken up earlierâ€¦ he just knew he had to experience something like that again. It was wonderful and forbidden at the same time. It could ruin this entire assignment. Strangely he decided he didnâ€™t give a flying fuck about all that. He knew his father was going to hit the roof if he found out he even suggested it, jeopardizing everything, and that was what made him shudder but even thenâ€¦