Although Storm Hawks is still a small, unnoticed (for the most part) show, I love the relationship between Junko and Finn. It's great chemistry, so why not do a fanfic with these two? With that said, enjoy!
Slash warning alert!
The Mile-High Club
Sixteen. I guess you can say it's an age where everything changes. Your clothes, your friends, even your outlook on life. It was Aerrow who offered me a place in his band of merrymen, or more realistically, rejects.
As time goes on, as I found out, even rejects can find a place to call home. The Condor, as far as I was concerned back then, was my first real home. Back on the homeworld, my parents never gave a shit about me. It was always the name-calling and verbal abuse that powered my hatred for the life I had.
Then everything changed. My personality became that of a laid-back optimist. Countless times, my friends and co-pilots would ask me if I had ever had a serious thought in my brain. Oh, if only they knew…
I never revealed this secret side of my friends. If I did, I knew the questions would come pouring in. I didn't want or need to be treated like a victim.
Then he came. A massive brute of a guy, we found Junko while trying to locate another crystal. He was a runaway, most of his family destroyed by the Cyclonians, or in hiding.
I remember the first time he boarded the ship. Standing physically at over six foot, he acted as if he were two feet tall. Aerrow had gotten him a blanket, and the poor Wallop just sat there, staring, trembling. If I live to be a hundred, I will never forget that look he had plastered to his face.
Reality makes itself known again as I'm falling a couple thousand feet to my doom…and yet…I feel at peace. These memories are comforting me when I need it most. I close my eyes and let the wind take my body, when…
I feel another force grab me by the arm. I open my eyes in a flash and I see a streak of tan skin then a worried face. I look down and find that I'm sitting on Junko's EL.
"Are you OK, buddy?" he asks, voice trembling with fear.
I want to answer, even with a nod, but I'm slowly fading into black…
I'm awake again, but in a daze. I notice that I'm laying in the medical bay on the Condor, because trust me, I've been in here one too many times. I can't fully open my eyes, but I can feel Junko looking at me, his worry rolling off of him in waves.
"Dude, you're awake!" the Wallop smiles, but quickly fades as he sees me start to cough. I see him bolt off of the chair, and a moment later, return with a glass of water. He moves to my bed and slowly lifts up my head, and tilts the water to my mouth. I slowly drink, feeling a rush of gratitude for my best friend.
Seemed the water's helping, because I felt the words forming on my lips. "Thanks Junko."
He just smiles and sits back down on his chair. "You scared us there, buddy. We thought you were a goner!"
Even though I was starting to feel better, I was still in a daze. "What happened to me?"
Junko looked at me and cleared his throat. "You were hit directly by a Cyclonian soldier. You got knocked off your ship and luckily I saw you falling just in time."
Realizing how close I was from death, something inside of me broke and started to silently cry. Junko looked alarmed and jumped up once again to sit on my bed. This time, however, he took me in his arms and hugged me, reassuring me I wasn't a lost cause. I knew Junko hadn't seen this side of me too often and could only comfort me when I needed it most. Right now, it was the best gift anyone had given me.
My wallop friend gently put his hands on my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "Finn, I know things have been rough, and usually I'm the one to be scared or insincere, but I'm going to be the one to stand tall this time."
I smiled through my tears and nodded. With Junko's help, I was sure I'd be back to normal soon…
It turned out that both of my legs were injured during the fall. Piper and Stork had done what they could to treat me, but it would be a couple more weeks before I would be able to walk steady on my own.
A couple days into my therapy, Aerrow had noticed my unhideable stink. "Dude, you really need a shower."
I laughed nervously. "I can't even stand up for more than a minute. How am I going to wash myself?"
Shit, I should have just keep my mouth shut!
"Get Junko to help you," he said simply, as if he were asking Junko to get me another glass of water.
"Dude, that's embarrassing!"
Aerrow noticed my concern and sighed. "We've used the showers as a team before. Besides, it'll only take a couple minutes if you hurry."
I groaned as a wheeled myself to the showers…
It seemed Aerrow had already called Junko to his task, because he was waiting there for me, clad only in a towel. His muscled, hard body seemed to radiant under the lights. I gulped as I tried not to look at him without getting more aroused then I already was. "It's ok, Finn, I needed one anyway too. Ready?"
I nodded as he lifted me from the wheelchair, supporting me. Junko, always one step ahead, and assembled a makeshift bench. I sat down and began removing my clothes, and stopped when I was only in my boxers. He turned to look and blushed a little. "You can go ahead…I won't look again."
As I peeled off my last layer of decency, The Wallop removed his towel, and I was in the presence of male perfection. I had never realized just how well Junko had taken care of his body. His back muscles were clearly visible as he flexed, as my eyes went lower and lower…
I turned quickly, feeling embarrassed. I closed my eyes and heard Junko laugh. "Yeah, that might be easier on both of us."
Just then, I felt cold liquid spread through my hair, and strong but gentle hands start massaging my scalp. I gasped a little in surprise. "Don't worry, dude, I'm just washing your hair for you."
His hands continued their magic on my head and I began to feel warmer and more relaxed. I felt water spray onto my scalp and his hands rubbing the remaining shampoo away. "Just let me wash myself and you can, um, finish the other parts," he laughed nervously.
A moment passed and I heard him take a couple steps away. Another showerhead whirled into life and I heard him scrubbing.
I knew I shouldn't have looked, but I was too damn curious. I opened my eyes to the sight of my best friend soaping himself up, and more noticeable, his maleness rising to attention. It continued to grow and grow until it looked to be almost a foot long. I let out a surprised gasp and almost lost it. Junko was so good-looking and apparently well-endowed…how could he be so timid and shy?
I noticed he was finishing and I quickly squeezed my eyes shut. I heard his footsteps walking towards me, then behind me. "What…"
"Don't worry, I'm just gonna do your back. You've got some pimples, buddy."
"Har Har!" I laughed sarcastically, until I felt his hands massaging my back. I stifled a moan as a felt his magic fingers work their way up and down my sore back, doing wonders.
Just then, I felt hardness pressed against my lower back. I instantly knew what it was…
I felt Junko jump back and curse himself. "Alright, buddy, we're good to go I think," he said nervously.
I pretended not to notice as I looked up into his handsome face and smiled. "Thanks a lot."
A couple hours later after dinner, I noticed Junko had locked himself in his room. I wheeled my way over and took a deep breath as I started to knock on his door…
Uh oh, cliffhanger! Chapter 2 coming soon; thanks for reading and reviews!