Affection for the Airplane
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I don't own the Ultimate Muscle characters.
Terry watched Turbinski take his morning flight. Terry had always like watching airplanes taking off when he was a kid. Especially when he was a really young kid around 5 years or so.
Maybe because airplane enable men what men weren't suppose to do: fly. Airplanes were a graceful, acceptable blasphemy in conservative Texas.
Maybe because he felt stuck and airplanes weren't. Terry had felt stuck in Texas, while everything exciting was happening everywhere else. Stuck in father's footsteps, a place he didn't want to be stuck in. Airplanes were anything but stuck. They flew all sorts of exciting places that little Terry could only imagine: Brazil, South Africa, New York, maybe even Antarctica.
The sky had always represented a truly free space. None owned the sky, nor could anyone control it. Plus there was so much to explore and you probably could see everything from the sky.
Terry had always thought an airplane-chojin would like really chunky and awkward looking. Comrade Turbinski was a little clunky, but not too awkward. In fact, Terry thought he looked pretty sleek.
He also had pretty cute abdominal muscles.
Hey, where did that thought come from? Terry pondered. Oh hell, I'm young. No better time to have bisexual thoughts, Terry figured.
Turbinski had fleshy-looking abdominal muscle, so Terry figured that some parts of him had to be biological.
Maybe even down there? Terry's nose bled and he discreetly giggled to himself.
Terry wondered what it would be liked to fly with Turbinski. Well, technically he couldn't fly among Turbinski's side, but he probably could fly in Turbinski, since he could transform into airplanes and stuff.
Heh. Fly in Turbinski. That sounded so dirty. So very, very, dirty.
Terry wondered if having sex with Turbinski automatically qualified someone for the Mile High club. After all, he was part airplane
Suddenly a song lyric came to Terry's mind "Excuse while I kiss the sky."
Would kissing Turbinski be like kissing the sky? Would his lips taste of air? What did air taste like anyway?
Why the hell was he asking himself these question anyway? It wasn't like he had the guts to actually pursue another guy. Not to mention, he wasn't just another guy, but a chojin. A Russian chojin, who's country had long been a foe to America.
T and T, not meant to be. Heh, that rhymes, Terry gave a weak chuckle.
Terry then kicked himself for fantasizing about something that he would never have the guts to do: pursue a relationship with the handsome Russian. It was stupid to fantasize about things that would never happen in real life.
After all, his family would never forgive for dating someone who was half-airplane.