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III.
They've been flying for more than two hours and everything seems to be fine.
There hasn't been even the smallest turbulence … save for the inner tremors for Matthew and Dominic.
Wherewillhebenow?Ofcourse,inthecorridor,whereverelsecouldhebe?Yeah,but..whatwillhebedoing?I'msurethathe'sflirtingwithsomepassengers,maybetheonewhocameherebefore,mayberightnowhewillbecourtinghimshamelessly! Afterall,savinghisimpossible,horribleattitude,thatbrunetwasn'tbadatall! Matthew ponders as he tortures a cuticle on his index finger with his teeth, until he tears it off, a painful gesture that brings him back on planet Earth.
"Damn you, are you listening to me?" Chris snaps. "I asked you to give me the coordinates!" he repeats, out of patience.
"Huh! Sorry," the co-pilot immediately activates himself, giving his chief what he wants.
"I didn't think you were sick like that guy!" Chris grumbles.
"Which other guy? And why sick?" Matt narrows his eyes at him.
"I meant that steward. He stuck to you like a magnet. I thought he would have behaved more decently, but he never changes!" Chris grumbles.
"So do you know him?" the other asks very curiously.
"I've met him a couple of times, but usually he's not so exuberant!"
That answer flatters Matt, but he needs to know something else.
"Do you know his name?" the co-pilot asks casually, pretending that he wants just to make a general conversation.
"I don't remember or maybe he never told me, but it's not like he and I chatted a lot!" the captain replies.
Matt snorts, resigning himself. That name is still a mystery.
"Anyway, if you call us 'sick' just because we have a different taste in matters of sentiments, because it's sentiment nonetheless, forgive me, but I think that it's you who is the real sick person!" Matt states, not beating around the bush.
Chris is dumbfounded.
"But.. I... it's not that I have something against gay people, it's just that… oh, c'mon! if Adam was with Eve there must be a reason!" Chris justifies, as he remains concentrated on the flight.
"Of course there's a reason! Poor, dear Adam! What was he supposed to do? God didn't gave him any other choice!" Matt strikes back, remaining focussed as well.
"Okay, let's not face topics that are bigger than us, let's say to each his own!" the captain establishes.
"Deal!" the co-pilot nods satisfied.
"However, stop playing the bloody teenager in love! You can think about your beautiful steward later. We're about to land in half an hour. Correction: you are about to land, get ready for that," Chris informs him.
"Will you let me land?" Matt asks, thrilled, and the other smiles at him, nodding.
"Anyway, see? Even you said that he's beautiful!" Matt ponders out loud.
"Oh, shut up!" Chris grumbles, rolling his eyes.
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"Does anyone else want something to drink?" Dominic asks with a hello-point smile as he passes the seats in the corridor.
"Lucky for us, Dom seems to have recovered. No more distractions," Emma comments to Kate, as they stand in a corner, not too far from the blond.
"Honestly, I don't see why Dom cares so much… like he had any chance with that co-pilot!" Kate replies, raising her tone on purpose, "Anyone knows that, it's the most classical cliché: add a co-pilot to a captain and love is what you obtain… oh, it rhymes, too!" she giggles, but she's the only one to do that.
In the meantime, Dominic is filling a girl's glass, but he's paying attention to their conversation.
Afterall,nowthatIthinkaboutthat… whenthecaptainsawmewithhimhesentmeawayalmostfuriously… asifhewasjealous! he mumbles to himself.
"What the heck you're blathering about?" Emma reproaches her colleague.
"Trust me, it's as I said. All the captains and co-pilots have… that little manufacturing fault, you know what I mean!" Kate goes on impudently.
"Do you mean 'gay'? It's not a manufacturing fault!" Emma points out.
"Whatever!" the other shrugs. "The point is they probably will be there in the cabin, all alone, making moony eyes to each other. Just wait for the airplane to land and I bet those two will shag like bunnies!"
Hearing her words, Dominic jolts, spilling the glass all over the girl who he's serving, a pretty brunette around twenty-seven years old.
"Oh my, I'm so incredibly sorry!" he immediately apologises, wiping her dress with his neckerchief.
"Don't worry, nothing happened. It's only water," she smiles sweetly. "Besides, you're so gorgeous I forgive you!" she winks at him sexily, stretching her hand to him. "I'm Jessica," she introduces herself, batting her beautiful aquamarine eyes.
AndI'mnotthekindofguythatyouthinkIam.I'msorry,sweetheart!- he thinks, but does nothing but introduce himself as well, shaking her hand before leaving.
Kelly has observed the whole scene and approaches Dom, seeing him a little upset.
"My dear, if I were you I wouldn't mind at that bimbo Kate's squawk! " she starts, putting a hand on his shoulder, leaning closer to whisper something in his ear.
"Anyway, if there's something I can guarantee to you for sure, it's that Captain Wolstenholme is anything but gay!"
"Kelly!" the blond chuckles, looking at her with amazement.
"I've never said I'm a saint!" she replies, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.
Althoughnowthereareveryimportantconsequences! the girl muses, as she caresses her belly tenderly.
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With all the concentration that he's capable of, after Chris announced the imminent landing and the staff made all the routine checks, Matthew brings the plan lower and lower, gradually, making the landing gear exit and turning the impact with the landing strip so softly that it's almost like there even wasn't a strip at all.
"Well, my dear boy, I've rarely met someone who is so extremely skilled at landing… save me!" Chris smiles, pleasantly surprised, as a big applause comes from the corridors.
Matthew smiles back at him, satisfied by his own work.
"Excuse me, but I don't want to, and I can't, take merits that are not mine!" Chris asserts, taking the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've landed to Nice. Thank you for flying with the Starlight, we wish you a nice stay. Before you leave the aircraft there's something that I guess you should know: this perfect, turbulence-free, serene flight was not performed by me but by my worthy co-pilot, Matthew Bellamy. You remember him, don't you? The previous prankster, but this was his first flight and it has nothing to do with the beginner's luck. So I guess that he deserves some appreciation, right?" Chris concludes and his announcement generates a resounding applause from the corridor of Business and Economy class.
"Go, Matthew, go!" Dominic yells, and he's the one who is clapping his hands the loudest.
Matt stares at Chris with eyes full of gratefulness.
"Okay, but don't you dare think that I forgot your punishment, it will come, I just still have to decide how," the captain warns him with a severe tone.
"That's right," Matt approves, ready to leave the cabin.
To him, the end of that flight means one thing only: he's free to go wherever he wants and he's free to reach whoever he wants.
Or at least that's what he thinks, because there's something that he didn't expect.
Chris' announcement makes the passengers want to congratulate with the co-pilot, so they take Matthew aside and cover him with attentions that he can't refuse.
Dominic would like to reach Matthew, but the crowd of people prevents him from doing that.
Gaia has been the fastest passenger and now she clings happily to Matthew, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"So you performed the landing… you're so extremely good!" she meows.
Matthew is forced to make the best of a bad bargain, as the girl shows him to her friend.
"See, Jessica? I told you he was gorgeous! Can you take a picture of us together?" Gaia exhorts her friend, and the other obliges.
"Yeah, he's not bad, but I prefer the blond steward!" Jessica giggles.
Jointheline,sweetheart!EvenifIdon'tthinkyoucanbeathreattome! the brunet thinks, but disguises everything with the falsest of smiles.
"Well, Matt, since you ended your job there's nothing wrong with me 'renting' you for a while to go to drink a coffee, right? C'mon, let's go!" Gaia decides for them both, dragging Matt away under everyone's eyes, even Dom's eyes, who observes the scene from afar, upset.
Wherethehellishegoing? he wonders, disheartened.
Tom reaches him, grinning madly.
"Success! I followed your advice and… you were right, she gave me her number!" he informs his best friend, waving the piece of paper as if it was a trophy.
"I'm happy for you," Dom sighs, deeply sad, as Tom is already dialling that phone number.
"Tom! But I still have to leave the airplane!" Emma chuckles, waving her hand to him from the other side of the corridor.
"I know, I was just assuring myself that you are playing fair!" the brunet justifies.
"I'm playing very fair. See? This is my number for real, take all the advantages, my dear stud!" the hostess challenges him, hanging up.
"Hey, buddy, you seem anything but happy," Tom comments, concerned, as he puts his mobile in his pocket.
"He's gone. Did you understand? Gone! I wanted to spend with him as much time as possible, instead I don't even know where the hell he's gone to and why! Honestly, how many chances do I have to meet him again?" Dom confesses.
"You're right, it's not so probable. I'm sorry, Dom, but c'mon, cheer up! There will be so many other gorgeous co-pilots or stewards or captains who…."
"No, Tom, can't you see? It wasn't one of my usual fancies, this time it was different!" Dom cuts him off, almost crying, as they leave the almost empty airplane.
"Different?" the brunet frowns.
"Yeah, even if I spent but a few very precious moments with him, they mean a lot. When our eyes locked there was electricity. Just like when we held our hands. You know, Tom, I've been flying for so many years and I keep leaving and arriving in so many different places that I hardly remember where I actually live, but with Matthew… I felt like home." the blond murmurs.
"Wow." Tom states as they call a taxi to their hotel.
"Yeah. Wow." Dominic sighs, glancing at the airport one last time.
TBC
a little Disclaimer : that thing about 'feeling like home ' is inspired by 'Sleepless in Seattle', one of my favourite movies ever 3
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