A few hours later, Ryan and Stephen found themselves sitting in the airport. Getting back to the gate was hell. It seemed like they got recognized every five steps. They were stopped for autographs, pictures, and mindless banter from their fans. They didn't mind getting stopped by kids so much. As for the adults, don't they realize that Superstars are people too? They have things to do and places to be. After a few minutes, Ryan and Stephen agreed that it would be best to split up and walk separately as the WWE has a very strict rule forbidding Superstars from doing anything that might ruin the illusion of the onscreen story. This kind of pissed the two of them off today. So much for a nice afternoon together.

Ryan sat on the opposite side of the seating area from Stephen. He hated it, but he made the best of the situation, taking out his computer and seeing if he could log onto the internet. Free for the first half hour, $3.99 per half hour after that. Really? Oh, well, it took his mind off of the fact that he was temporarily separated from the man he wanted to be with. God, he was like a freakin' puppy left alone when his owner goes to school.

Ryan felt a brief vibration in his pocket before hearing Sheamus's theme. He quickly silenced his phone as he withdrew it from his pocket.

New text message: "ducking into the bar. u alright?"

Ryan typed a quick response: "yeah im fine. thanks."

Stephen stood up and walked to the sports bar just a few yards away. He took a seat on a stool and ordered a Guinness. That's right, folks; they don't get much more Irish than him. He half-mindedly watched the baseball game on the TV behind the bar as he drank his beverage. After a while, he turned his attention back to the seating area. He saw Ryan sitting there typing away on his computer. He couldn't help but just stare at the young man for a minute.

"Am I dreaming? Is he really mine?" he wondered to himself.

Stephen had been taken by Ryan from their first meeting. Now, it wasn't romantic feelings right off the bat, but he felt drawn in somehow. But as he got to know Ryan more and more, he began to realize how much he liked the boy and his personality. Sexuality was something that Stephen had been fighting with for several years. He had always considered himself straight but on occasion he would have some not-so-straight thoughts. Ryan was the first guy he'd ever actually been interested in romantically; in fact, Ryan was the first person he'd been interested in at all for quite a while. Did he like guys or did he just like Ryan? Sexuality aside, he also couldn't help but feel somewhat like a cradle-robber. After all, he was 32 and Ryan had only been legal for two years. What could a 20-year-old possibly see in someone his age? Ryan could have any of the younger gay or bi superstars on the roster, ones that Stephen considered more attractive than himself. "Why me?" he wondered. All these questions faded away as he realized all that mattered to him right then and there was how much he wanted to be with Ryan. Just a few more hours and it would be just the two of them. He just had to get through.

"God, get a hold of yourself, Stephen," he thought to himself, "You're acting like some lovesick teenager."

He realized that Ryan was now looking up at him. All he could do was lift his beer bottle and give a little smile. Ryan smiled back and then returned to his computer. Stephen felt warm inside.

"What the hell, Stephen? Warm inside? Really?" he scolded himself.

He felt like a 15-year-old boy who just got asked to borrow a pencil by the pretty girl that sits in front of him in math class. Or…well…the pretty boy in this case.

"Act your age, Stephen. Be a man. Play it cool." He reminded himself.

The loudspeaker sounded, "Now boarding…"

Stephen snapped back to reality. He paid for his drink, gathered up his carry on, and headed over to board the plane.

Ryan took his seat on the plane. Because Stephen had bought the ticket later than his own, they were not sitting together. Stephen was a couple rows behind. Oh, well, just got to get through this flight. He made himself comfortable. Once the plane had gotten into the air and electronic devices were cleared for use, he took out his iPod and put in his earbuds. Flying always made him a bit sleepy. It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep, his head filled with music.

"I've longed to discover something as true as this is…" was the last thing he heard before the blanket of sleep covered him.

The plane jarred slightly as it hit an air pocket. Ryan woke up. He looked around and realized he was still onboard the plane. He stretched a little. Voices on his iPod now sang something about a telephone. Waking up a bit more, Ryan realized he had to use the lavatory. He unfastened his seatbelt and stood up. It was at this point he realized he had an erection. Yeah, the joys of being male. He pulled his shirt down lower and walked down the aisle toward the restrooms, passing Stephen on the way.

After doing what he needed to do, he washed his hands and looked in the mirror. He got his hands wet and rubbed some water on his face. As he was drying his face with a paper towel, he heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah, just a sec," he called out.

He threw the paper towel away. As he was unlatching the door, there was another knock.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on…"

He was cut off; just as he began to open the door, a large man forced his way into the lavatory. Stephen shut the door behind him and latched it.

"Hey," Stephen uttered in a low tone.

"Hey," Ryan smiled back.

In the tightness of the restroom, Ryan could tell Stephen was having the same man problem that he had had just a few minutes earlier.

"Ya know, I've ahlways wanted ta try somethin'…and I've never been in the right circumstances with the right person…"

Ryan knew where this was going. He wrapped his hands around Stephen's neck and kissed him.

"Mr. Farrelly, welcome to the Mile High Club," Ryan stated in a formal voice.

Stephen moved in for another kiss. He softly bit Ryan's bottom lip this time; Ryan liked it. After a few moments of intense kissing, Stephen backed off.

"Guess what I remembered this time," Stephen said pulling a small bottle of lube from his pocket.

"Thank God," Ryan smiled.

Ryan was just barely able to turn and face the other direction. The restrooms were small enough for the average sized person, but throw a beast of a man like Stephen into the equation and it was not a situation for the claustrophobic. Ryan undid his jeans and slid them down with his briefs. Next, he pulled his t-shirt up to get it out of the way and used one arm to brace himself against the wall. Stephen rolled up his shirt and pulled it up and behind his neck, leaving his arms in the sleeves. He then undid his belt and jeans. First, he attempted to release his erection through the opening in the front of his boxer briefs.

"Fuck it," he said, just pulling his underwear down and out of the way.

Stephen grabbed the bottle of lube and opened it. He squeezed a bit into his hand and worked it up and down his shaft. Next he squeezed a bit more onto the tips of his index and middle finger and began to work it around Ryan's opening. Ryan jumped a little at the cool sensation. Without warning, he plunged in. Ryan winced in pain.

"Sorry! Do ya want me ta stop?" Stephen asked, starting to pull out.

"No, wait," Ryan responded, placing a hand on Stephen's hip

"Sorry, I'm new to this."

Ryan waited for a few moments as the pain faded into a pleasurable sensation.

"OK," he gave the word for Stephen to continue.

Stephen slowly began to work his way in and out. The standing position allowed him to go deeper. After a few thrusts, he found just the right spot.

"Oh, right there," Ryan was barely able to get the words out it felt so good.

He bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Stephen continued to pump faster and faster.

"Yeah," Stephen groaned. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. He smiled slightly. The feeling of Ryan's tight muscle around his erection was amazing.

Wanting more, Stephen gripped Ryan's waist and began to pump even harder and faster, using the hold for more leverage, forcing Ryan back and forth. Ryan could feel Stephen's scrotum slapping his ass. Stephen began panting heavily before he clenched his teeth. Through his clenched teeth, he emitted a soft growl-like sound. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping skin. As the point of inevitability neared, Stephen lowered himself and buried his face into Ryan's shirt; biting at the fabric to prevent himself from moaning loudly. He ran his hands up until his arms locked around his partner's torso. Ryan could hear a deep growl coming from his lover. Fluid suddenly began to flow. Ryan bit his lip even harder to muffle the ecstatic sounds of his orgasm. Then he felt the contractions of Stephen's muscle buried deep inside him. He could feel the warmth flowing inside. After a few moments, it was over. Ryan trembled in the aftermath of the intensity as Stephen had a slight spasm. Stephen rested his head on Ryan's back. The smaller man placed his free hand over his lover's. The two just breathed heavily for a moment.

Finally, Stephen spoke, "Damn."

"That was hot," Ryan agreed.

The two cleaned themselves up and replaced their clothing.

"Thanks, babe," Stephen said kissing Ryan's hair, "I'm gonna head back ta my seat. Ya might want to wait a minute or two before ya do the same; it might look suspicious if we head back tagether."

"Agreed," Ryan said, planting a kiss on Stephen's neck.

Once Stephen had exited, Ryan returned to his task cleaning up the mess they made. After that was completed, he turned to the mirror and fixed his hair before stepping out the door. As he shut the door behind him, he noticed a flight attendant was giving him a look…a knowing look.

"What? Like you wouldn't?" Ryan remarked before turning and heading back to his seat.

The woman just nodded with a smile before returning to her work.

Ryan sat back down and fastened his seatbelt. He turned around a looked at Stephen who just gave a sly smile and winked. Ryan turned his face back to the front and smiled. This was the best flight he had ever had.