Selling Feet Pics

You packed two nights before your morning flight. You taped a checklist to the wall of your shared bedroom with Jason weeks ago, every now and then seeing new checkmarks beside each needed item. His in red pen and yours in green. You made that checklist because you’ve spent enough years with people in your ear asking what they needed to bring the night before or the morning of after telling them a bunch of times. Verbally. Through text messages during the week. Shared notes the second the trip was planned. Somehow it never stuck to everyone else but you. 

Now, on the drive to the airport. You gazed  out the window, the passing buildings, people walking along the sidewalks. Your mind was only one way thing.

Beautiful and tropical Costa Rica.

The beaches of Guanacaste called your name. The excitement of finding tiny lizards and frogs in your hotel room made your heart beat. Exploring the vibrant city of San José made your leg twitched as you imagined just being there.

The daydreaming was cut short when the car pulled off towards Terminal 3. Ready to take the bags like you always did every trip, you got out of the car with a sigh and rounded the back to the trunk and the sight made you pause.

Jason had gotten out quicker than you did and already had all the bags and suitcases. He caught you staring at him from the corner of his eye like he’d grown two heads as his arm rose to shut the trunk.

“What is it?” He asked, the thud of the trunk shutting brought you back to reality. 

“The.. bags..” was all you could managed to say, lifting your hand to point at him warily. Oh no. You must’ve died before your trip! 

“Yeah? What about them? I got them all.” Jason raised an eyebrow, jerking his chin behind you at the terminal. “Let’s get moving, baby.” 

You turned around and headed towards the terminal, entering through the automatic sliding doors. The airport. Where everyone came during their first day on earth after going to the grocery store and amusement park. 

All sorts of people walked by. Families with a crying baby and a bad toddler. Couples where the girl pushed the large and heavy suitcases while her boyfriend followed behind her on his phone. Elders who were just as overwhelmed that they’d stop in the middle of human traffic. 

Looking around for the airline, you walked straight towards the checkin kiosks before Jason called out to you.

“Hey! Where you going? TSA is that way.”

Turning around to look at him, you felt like you were slipping into a coma. “W..what? Yeah, I know. I just.. don’t you need to check in?”

“What? No, I checked in on my phone. They let you check in 24 hours before your flight, ya know?”

Before you could even try to register that he already checked in and you didn’t have to help him do everything he could’ve done a day before made you lightheaded. You stepped into the airport and you haven’t felt stressed within the last three minutes. 

You haven’t felt stressed within the last four months of this trip being planned and booked! 

You followed behind him towards security which was the ultimate test. Sure, he’d been good leading up to this moment but there was no way that Jason happened to be perfect at traveling.. right? At some point, he’d piss you off. 

Your eyes lingered on his arm, the way it was stretched out holding the handles of the suitcases together to make them flow along the floor easily. How he had placed your carry on bag on top of the suitcase and how he had his backpack as a carry on hanging onto both shoulders so it wouldn’t bother him! 

It all happened so quickly and.. easily. He had your passports together and ready in his hand, letting you know to pull out your boarding pass as the two of you approached the TSA agent. 

Now standing in line for the security checkpoint, you stood beside him anxiously. He noticed, of course. He always did.

“Nervous?” He asked with his charming yet teasing grin. 

You shake your head, taking in a deep breath and straightening your back. “No, of course not. Are you? Going through TSA is serious. Don’t hold up the line, okay? Put the carry ons first, then our personal items. Take off your belt, remember that. Anything metal should be off and in the basket. Make sure you have anything in your pockets.”

Jason nodded, impressed. “You can be a TSA agent. You’re mean like them too.”

You give him a playful glare before you both step up to the empty spots. You take your personal items bag to help him take off the load and swiftly follow the rules of TSA. Shoes off. Nothing in pockets. Electronics stay in bags now (thank god.)

But then you see him, effortlessly lifting the suitcases and pushing them forward when the agent says so. His hands dig into his pockets, quickly work his belt, and takes off his shoes because they’re above the ankle. How did he even know about that rule? You’d forgotten to tell him and he still.. knew.

You walk through the detector first. Perfect. Nothing was flagged and you watch Jason, waiting for him to have forgotten something in his pocket or for the TSA to yell at him to come back and separate his belongings into different trays.

Nothing. He walks through and meets up with you on the other side as you two wait for your bags. Even then, he has you wait as he grabs them. He’s out of peoples ways, putting the trays onto the stack rather than being the person who just leaves them there and causes congestion. He even helps an elderly lady with her too heavy bag. 

“Alright,” he sighs as he comes over to you with all your combined bags. He looks above you at the screen of departing flights. 

“Gate 3C. Agh, we got a shit ton of time. Let’s get you something to eat, hm? And before you ask— yes, I’m sure.” He grins, lifting his hand to gently pat your cheek lovingly.

“I’d never make a trip like this hell for you. I’m only here to make sure you have a good time, pretty baby.” Jason brings you into his side as you begin to walk through duty free stores and restaurants. As he hauls all the bags, he makes sure he still has a way to touch you and hold you close. 

After eating at some restaurant you both agreed to, Jason makes sure you both are at the gate at least an hour to thirty minutes before boarding for your peace of mind. He’s sitting beside you, reading a book he picked up from the bookstore by your gate, his leg bouncing and his arm draped over the back of your chair.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, giving you a sideways glance with a smirk before closing his book, keeping his spot with his thumb in between the pages. He lifts his head and turns to see you better. “What’s going through your mind? Talk to me,” he tells you softly. 

“Nothing, I..” what could you say right now? You’d just been thinking about what amazing things you must’ve done in your past life to finally deserve the perfect travel companion. Something you’ve been wishing for but was always cursed with people who still needed help to wipe their ass. 

“When we get to the hotel room,” you breathe, keeping your voice soft and personal. He raises an eyebrow in interest. “I’m going to fuck you. All night.”