Actually, it's Coach

"Hey, uh- is this seat taken?"

Jodi looked up from her book and smiled, shaking her head. I slipped my bag into the overhead bin and dropped next to her, our knees brushing as I settled in. She shifted a glance in my direction before burying her nose in her book, a well-worn copy of Anna Karenina. My mind raced as I tried to remember something about it, anything from when I read it in college, but I came up blank. Rather than keep my mouth shut, I spat out a loud "Good book?"

She jumped at the sound of my voice, turning to look around the rest of the plane before over at me. "Y-yeah, it's one of my favorites."

I nodded, my cheeks burning in embarrassment, and sat back in my seat. Jimmy shot me a thumbs-up from across the aisle and I rolled my eyes.

"I read it in college."

"That's awesome."

Silence fell over us as we prepared for takeoff, uncomfortable until my fingers brushed her hip. I was trying to do my seatbelt when I felt her against my skin. It was like electricity through me and I let the belt go immediately, fumbling for an apology as the heavy buckle hit me square in the crotch.

"Oh fuck!"

I heard a few snickers around me as I cupped myself, a familiar knot forming in my stomach. Too uncomfortable to be ashamed, I leaned forward.

"Oh my God, are you alright?" Jodi leaned forward to try and meet my eyes, her hand running back-and-forth between my shoulder blades. I tried to concentrate on the pain instead of the goose-bumps on my arms, but I failed miserably as my cock hardened under my palm. "Chris, take a deep breath."

I didn't have my mental capacity to follow her directions and she saw, kneeling next to me to pull my face towards hers. Dizzy from the rush of blood to my lap, I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.

"Ma'am, we need you to have a seat."

"Yeah, just- he's hurt."

The flight attendant dropped down next to me, mimicking Jodi's position but setting her hand on my knee. I could smell her perfume and feel Jodi's breath as she spoke lowly behind me.

"He cup-checked himself-"

"With the belt buckle? Honey, it happens more than you think. It's those retractable belts, they're hell on the balls."

My coach sputtered a laugh and quickly put her hand on the back of my neck. "Chris, what do you need? An ice pack?"

Your hand on the other side of my body and about, a foot south? Your mouth? Her mouth?

"Ice pack." I mumbled, trying to subtly shift my hard-on from the tent I was sporting. If I could just line it up with my leg, maybe tuck it into my belt... my mind was racing as the flight attendant came back.

"Oh, thank you so much. Any way we can get a blanket too?"

A moment later, Jodi had set a blanket over my lap and cracked the cold-bag to cool it off. A few of the guys had their eyes on me and I blushed when she handed it over.

"Let me get your belt on-" she moved to hand me the ice pack and grabbed my seat belt. I tried to form a thought, the words to ask her to stop, but my voice was gone as her knuckles brushed my lap. I watched her eyes widen as she stopped in motion, a small smirk pulling at her lips. "You can handle it from here, right?" She cleared her throat and I sat back, closing my eyes slowly.

"I can."

We sat in a stiff silence, a long moment of uncomfortable tension, before I spoke again.

"Thank you, Jodi."

"Don't mention it." I could hear the grin in her voice and I fought my own, the humiliation fresh on my mind. The plane took off and a few minutes into the flight, I heard pages turning next to me.

"So, Anna Karenina?"

Notes

SO MANY DICK PUNS