Priceless to me

Disclaimer: I do not own Cabin Pressure or any of the characters, they belong to the amazing John Finnemore.

A/N: Well, I am completely in love with Cabin Pressure and have spent the last 2 days reading Martin/Douglas slash, and felt like I should contribute to it. Reviews much appreciated, hope you enjoy x

In this story, there will be some American bad guys, I mean no harm to any American, I just had to think of a country that wasn't Britain and America was the first one that came to me x

Warnings: In the story will be violence, some psychological issues, male/male sexual content and homophobia.

Chapter One: My weakness

"Morning Chaps! Coffee for you, Skip! Coffee for you, Douglas!"

"Thank you, Arthur." Replied Martin, flashing a friendly but slightly flustered smile at the exuberant flight attendant.

"You all right, Skip?" Asked Arthur in his usual chirpy tone, "you look ill."

"He's fine, we're both fine, thank you, Arthur." Douglas cut in before Martin could answer, that seemed to satisfy Arthur.

"Okay, see you, Chaps!" And with that, Arthur was out of the room.

As soon as he was gone, Martin turned to face his boyfriend with an eyebrow raised. "Answering for me, now?" He smirked, "do you expect me to play the little house wif...uhhh..."

Before Martin could finish his sentence, Douglas had claimed the younger Captain's mouth with his own again, successfully cutting off any and all speech from Martin's mouth.

After a minute or two, Douglas broke away for air and stared in awe at Martin's beautifully flushed cheeks and distracting swollen lips.

God, he's beautiful. Douglas thought.

"There is one thing about Arthur that annoys me," Douglas began.

"One thing?" Asked Martin with a hint of sarcasm.

"He always walks in when I'm trying to snog the life out of you."

Then the pair were kissing again. Douglas licked Martin's bottom lip and Martin opened his mouth naturally, allowing Douglas's tongue to slip through.

Martin moaned contently as Douglas's tongue came into contact with his, he melted further into the kiss, still completely amazed at the ways Douglas's tongue in his mouth could make him weak at the knees.

Martin moaned again when he felt Douglas's hand over his crotch, palming his now hard member through his trousers, never breaking the intoxicating kiss, Martin knotted his hands in Douglas's hair, pulling the older man closer to his body.

The fact that they were in the flight deck went out of the window for Martin, when Douglas was kissing him, he could make Martin do anything.

It was his weakness.

The delicious taste of Douglas undid him...

That was the exact moment the familiar and yet unwanted voice of Carolyn rang through the flight deck.

"Gentlemen, why do you have to subject us all to your public displays of affection?"

Martin and Douglas broke apart immediately, Martin was flushed and embarrassed as always, but the forever sharp-witted Douglas remarked;

"Well, it wasn't a public display of affection until you walked in."

Carolyn put her hands on her hips. "Aren't you two supposed to be flying a plane?" She asked them, apparently finding it beneath her to answer Douglas, or she couldn't think of a good enough come-back.

"Carolyn, we're on the ground." Martin interjected, suddenly overtaken by a fit of giggles from Carolyn's comment.

Carolyn huffed at Martin and Douglas had to stop himself smiling at the display of pure adorableness from his boyfriend.

"You're just jealous." Douglas joked, pulling Martin to him and kissing him again.

Carolyn rolled her eyes at the boys but smiled secretly, happy they'd found each other, as she walked out of the flight deck.

"Douglas, I swear if you don't stop that, I will crash the plane."

Douglas smirked at the Captain but didn't retract his hand from Martin's inner thigh.

"But I would never let you crash the plane," he replied huskily, his hand closing over Martin's crotch.

"Douglas!" Martin shouted, arching his hips up to Douglas's hand whilst the plane lurched dangerously.

When the plane was flying at level again Martin turned to Douglas.

"See, I told you." Martin told Douglas, sounding huffy.

Douglas chuckled and retracted his hand.

"You owe me when we get to the hotel in America." He told Martin, and Martin grinned, wondering what Douglas had in mind.

"Well, that's us done for the night." Carolyn said to the group in the lobby of the hotel. "It's been a long night, how about we go for a drink?"

"Sorry, Carolyn," said Douglas, smirking his "I'm up to something" grin. "Martin owes me a debt."

Before they even got to their hotel room, Douglas was on Martin, kissing him hungrily, Martin didn't care about anything else but the feel of Douglas's lips on him. It had been a long flight to America and Martin hadn't been able to touch Douglas at all, and these days, Martin could barely go five minutes in a room with Douglas without kissing him.

Since they'd gotten together a year ago, it had quickly become one of his favourite past times.

"God, I want to fuck you..." Said Douglas breathlessly between kisses.

"Oh, God..." Martin panted as Douglas attacked the spot on Martin's neck that drove him crazy. "Oh, God...do it..fuck me..."

They were both brought out of their passion by an attention-seeking cough. The pair turned to see two men, presumably American, in the corridor staring at them.

Martin's cheeks flared up into the brightest red Douglas had ever seen them go, they all stood there awkwardly for a moment, but the two men didn't say anything.

After a moment, Douglas realised that Martin couldn't move, so he took his boyfriends hand and lead him to their hotel room, away from the men who continued to gawk at them. Douglas was trying to pretend he hadn't seen the hatred in their eyes.

As soon as they were in the hotel room, Douglas shoved Martin against the door and began kissing him like his life depended on it again.

Martin wanted to forget everything that had just happened and have amazing sex with Douglas like he'd planned, like he'd needed to for hours.

He wanted Douglas's kiss to make him weak at the knees like it always did.

But something was wrong, somewhere in the back of Martin's mind was worry...he couldn't get the hate-filled stares of the two American men from his mind...

TBC...