Author's Notes: Just to let you know, the next 8 or 9 chapters won't be based in LA like how the story's been set so far, since these lot have a bit of travelling to do. But that won't make a difference to the content and the storyline. Anyway...
Summary: Having kept it from Stan and the boys for nearly half a year, it's finally time for Kyle to unveil what he's been planning and hiding for so long. And as always...Kyle always aims to please.
Jets
29th May 2030
Kyle's POV
"What?!" Stan says – less out of misunderstanding of what I've just said, but more out of shock at what I actually HAVE told him.
"That's right – I've booked us ALL into my privately-owned vacation-estate in the Bahamas."
"And this...I presume...is YOURS..." Stan's attention and pretty much everyone else's turns now to the giant classy jet that's standing right behind me. I raise a smirky smile and turn around slightly to gaze at the beauty.
"That's right...The Golf-Stream 10JX2 Private Model...everything you could possibly ask for in a private jet...it's in there..."
"What about a kitchen sink?" Kenny asks – standing besides his own kids who'll be joining us on this trip.
"Oh come on Kenny...I'm not THAT rich..."
"Says America's officially 6th richest billionaire who's got more dollars in his bank than rating figures...where'd you buy this thing – eBay?" Kenny replies with a smirk to which the kids laugh.
"I'll have you know, I bought it from a very good friend of mine..."
"Oh...so you DID buy it off eBay – I tell yer'...discountclassyjets30's made a huge mistake by selling these things by the thousand dollars." The kids laugh again.
"Shut up Kenny...I bought this from the CEO of Golf-Stream himself. Besides, I wanted us to travel in style – I hate crowded business flights and I thought...what the heck...I'm quite possibly the only billionaire in the World let alone America to not own one."
"Well you do now dad." Miles reminds me to which I smile.
I have to admit, it has been quite an annoyance to keep this thing a secret for over five months...and here was me thinking that as soon as I got the receipt, it would be all done and finished...ha ha, yeh right. Trying to keep a straight face back home as well as sneaking out to LAX to check that it's been kept in the best possible shape has been a nuisance to me...but I guess all that waiting paid off. And now, my new private jet is gunna have its first actual flight out of America. I've used this before for travelling to different parts of America with executives and section-directors of my business. (but not Stan, thank goodness) But I wanted to actually travel in this thing to actually GO somewhere and to another country...and now, I have that.
Jets are like comets at sunset,
Jets are like comets and something…
"Right...are we gunna stand here like lost, idiot passengers, or are we gunna actually board and go?" Kenny asks – bringing attention to the fact that we along with the jet are about half a kilometre away from the actual airport on the end of one of its runways.
"Of course" To which I take out a small thin black device and roll my finger over the top. The jet's door starts to fold out to form a cream-coloured staircase into the jet. "In we go." The four kids immediately pick up their small bagpacks and quickly ascend the stairs into the jet. Kenny picks up his luggage, hands it to the guy who's loading the heavy stuff, picks up his own smaller bag and heads into the jet himself. Realising I'm going into the jet WITH Stan, he stops and look back.
"Better hurry...I might have the urge to take the double bed if you're not quick." Me and Stan give him that 'Don't you dare' look to which he laughs and makes his way on-board – indicating that that was simply another one of his jokes.
Finally, me and Stan are by ourseves outside the jet. I put my own personal bag down for a second and move closer to Stan. "So..."
"SO..." Stan says in an equally-lovey voice.
"...What do you think?"
"Well...you certainly pulled it all out this time."
"And I'll be pulling even more out later."
"Oh...saucy husband time is it?"
"Could be..."
"Well...I'll be looking forward to our arrival with every second, my love..."
"Who said we couldn't share some of that loving on-board. I guess Kenny must have already guessed I had a double-bed built into that thing when it was being tweeked..."
"Mmmmm...well in that case..." He puts his arms arounds me and goes into that position you get into before you kiss. "I guess we both can make this a very enjoyable flight, can't we."
"For 3 hours YOU can...I've got plans of my own once we get there."
"Plans, huh? You've already got me excited, Kyle."
"Don't I always?"
"Yes...you do...and that's what makes you so great..." For the first time in a while, Stan is the one who begins the long and lustful kiss and I quickly give my half of the kiss back with just as lustful action as well.
"HEY...LOVE-BIRDS..." Kenny calls from the top of the staircase to which we both look at him. "This jet may have classy stuff, but it hasn't shoved its nose up its own exhaust jets to not include windows y'know...and if you want to be doing that, I suggest you get on this thing before I really do call the double, mine."
We both smile and give each other a quick kiss. And as soon as the luggage guy has finished loading the jet with all our bags, me and Stan pick up our own carry-bags and we head up and into the jet. The staircase folds back in and the jet door seals shut. The comforting warmth of the jet startles me and I immediately hang my jacket in the jet's hanging area where four smaller jackets have already been thrown in.
I look around and quickly familiarize myself with the jet's construction. We are in the middle bit where the seats are. AMONG the great things in this flying paradise are ten full-size, comfy cream leather seats with built-in HD TVs WITH loads of channels AND DAB Radios in front, a bar up front along with a pool table and a 30 inch telly WITH full-on hi-tech advanced surround-sound and holographic menu extras of all things. In the back section, there's a bathroom, toilet and the small individual bedrooms. But RIGHT at the back, is where my new bedroom away from the bedroom is – a circular-shaped relaxing area with a double-bed in and dimmer lights and silk curtains. Hopefully, we'll have enough minutes during our first flight to show Stan ALL the pleasures us two can get out of that room.
The kids have already begun to squeel and glee in delight at all the accessories they have at their disposal in their leather seats...and Kenny meanwhile has already decided to test out the toilet by getting rid of last night's home-made burito meal, ha ha. Stan and I take our seats facing each other on the right side with me facing the front of the jet with the kids sat in the four other seats in front of us. I'm guessing by the obscenely-looking blue bag on the left of us that Kenny has decided to take his seat exactly opposite across to Stan on the left side of the jet. He does know he's facing backwards, but then again, he's got another seat in front of him to switch between if he gets bored...but he better NOT put his feet up on it – I don't want MY cream leather seats getting harmed by his wierdly-designed shoe-studs, or I'll kill him...not literally, since he can't do that anymore, ha ha.
Jets are like comets at sunset,
Jets are like comets and something…
Kenny finally comes back from the toilet and takes his seat exactly opposite Stan on the left side. "Phew...thak God that thing's out of my system."
"That'll teach you to not put so much spice in that sauce of yours..." Stan smiles. "Guess that prooves the oh-so great Le Scruff isn't so legendary with his cooking after all."
Kenny gives a frown but smirks. "Oh...I'll remember that Marsh..."
"Marsh-Broflovski now..." I smile too.
"And I'll remember THAT as well."
"What, after ten years, you'll finally remember that." Stan jokes to which we two laugh.
"Yeh, ha ha...we'll see who has the last laugh afterwards..." Kenny smirks again as he turns his attention to his window.
"BING-BONG...Good evening sir and fellow passengers..." The pitch-clear pilot's voice calls over-head. "My name is Captain Willis and I'll be your pilot for both flights on your vacation and fellow journey. We'll be beginning our first journey to the Bahamas very shortly which will approximately be just over 3 hours in duration. Can all passengers please make their way to their seats and fasten their seat-belts – making sure all centre-tables are folded away properly in their up-right positions at the side. Remember, no smoking and moving whilst the jet sets off and wait until the holographic signs have been turned off to resume what you're doing. Welcome aboard...and enjoy your flight..."
"Oh no...I hate setting off on planes..." Miles call from behind me.
"What's up son..." I turn my head slightly as soon as I've fastened my belt.
"Dad...remember, my ears pop when we set off on planes and I don't like it."
"Here..." Kenny hands Miles a boiled-candy from one of his several packets of assorted candy. "Just keep sucking on it until we're up in the air."
"OK...thanks Uncle Kenny..."
"No problem...I'm sure your dad will assure you – sucking on it softly and not biting it is the best way to do it, I'm sure he knows." I look at him with a 'Shut Up' look – knowing what he's referencing there and he simply looks away laughing under his breath as he throws everyone else a boil-candy too.
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10 Minutes Later
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The jet roars off the ground and within a few seconds, the airport and even the whole ground is starting to look small. "Oh crap...I forgot just how take-offs feel..."
"Urrrrr...evil ear-popping..." Miles cries. "Oh God...go away ear-popping..."
"Just keep sucking on that Miles, you'll be alright."
"Yes...keep sucking away like you mean it Miles."
"Shut up Kenny." I reply with an even bigger 'Shut Up' look on my face.
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1 Hour Later
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I know the flight path means we go down slightly and then across towards Florida and then down a little, so we'll still technically go over water, but it's only been an hour into the flight and we're still over American ground – probably somewhere near the border between Arizona and New Mexico. Miles, Josh and Laura have decided to watch a Blu-Ray on the 30 inch TV and Daniel has gone to see how comfy his bed his in his quarter. Stan is sorting out some art business back at the headquarters on his laptop – much to my surprise. I didn't want work or any part of the business playing ANY part in this – we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves here, not worrying about whether our stock shares drop by a nano-fraction or not. But then again, I guess that shows Stan's really is proud of the business we've got going. At the same time though, we're on vacation and I want HIM especially to relax and enjoy himself. Ah well...I'll get him relaxed and enjoying the moment soon enough, ha ha.
Jets are like comets at sunset,
Jets are like comets and something…
And just as I raise a smile on that thought, Stan finally logs off and closes his laptop.
"Finished?"
"Yeh...just checking the art section is running smoothly..."
"Is that all?" I smirk.
"YES..." He replies as if I'm talking to him like an annoying parent to which we both smile. "...now this journey and the vacation is the only thing on my mind."
"Good...I don't want you thinking about work when we get to my vacation-estate..."
"Why do you say that, hmmmm?"
"Ha ha...I think you know..."
"What if I don't..."
"Oh well...you'll find out the answers once we get there."
"I look forward to it, dear..."
"Me too..." We giggle in low-tone like we always do once more.
"Oh Christ...you two should get a room..." Kenny replies – looking at both of us. "Oh wait...I forgot...you DO...it's back there..."
"And we'll use that whenever we want, thank you Kenny...that's not for you to decide."
"Well could you at least keep that silly flirting talk to yourself – I'm busy counting the number of clouds out here..." He smirks.
"Ah shut up Kenny...you love it deep-down, admit it. Besides...without us, you'd be lacking in the joke department..."
"I guess so...so this is a win-win situation for both of us – you get your flirting, I get my comedy." He leans down to his bag under the table. "Well...if you don't mind me..." He picks out...a magazine..."...I think it's time for me to read a bit of porn..."
"Oh great Kenny..." Stan begins. "...and while you're at it, while don't you tell the whole goddam plane while you're at it. Jesus Christ...fancy bringing porn on a flight..."
"Ah stop moaning Stan...it's better than having a fucking bomb on-board right?" Stan makes a quiet moaning noise and I look at Kenny in the same way. "Oooooo...look at the fucking bush on that slut..."
"Kenny, stop being so fucking rude..."
"Check out the breasts on her..."
"Right that's it..." Stan stands up.
"Where are you going, Stan?" I ask.
"Away from him...that's where." Stan walks off to the back of the jet to which Kenny smirks and lets out a tiny laugh.
"Awwwww...did I upset your sweet-heart, Kyle?"
"Kenny...dude...I hope you're not gunna do this around us throughout the WHOLE journey and even when we get there."
"Ah relax Kyle...me and my collection have a special bond together - behind a double-locked bedroom door at 2 in the morning, so you've got nothing to worry about. Besides...I was only messing...go on...go find your 'lover' and make good use of that double-bed you installed before I make my own uses in it first, ha ha."
I give him another odd look and I make my way out of my own comfy leather seat and owards the back of the jet – passed the three kids and towards the seperate small room quarters. I notice Daniel lying on his top bunk in the twin's seperate room and I peak my head in.
"You alright son?"
"Huh..." Daniel – lying with his hands under his head, looks at me. "Oh yeh...I'm fine...just trying to catch a few Z's – YOU made us get up earlier than usual, remember?" He smirks to which I laugh.
"Ha...yeh...I guess I did. Well...yer' brother and the other two are watching a movie, so they're in there if ya' need 'em."
"And 'Uncle' Kenny?"
"Ummmm...he's...reading at the moment...better not disturb him."
"OK...cool...thanks Pops."
Staring back up at the ceiling, Daniel resumes his lying position and I walk passed towards the last room – the double-bed room.
Jets are like comets at sunset,
Jets are like comets and something…
The door automatically opens and I gaze towards the double-bed in the centre where Stan is lying down in the same fashion as Daniel. I close the door, pass my hand over the sensor so that it stays locked for the time being and climb onto the bed – lying beside Stan's left side.
"You're not mad are you?" I ask – looking up at the ceiling too."
"Hmmm..." Stan looks at me.
"About Kenny doing and saying all that stuff..."
Stan laughs. "Of course not...I'd never get mad at Kenny no matter how sick or stupid his jokes are. I only looked annoyed just as a joke to make Kenny feel bad."
"I think he knew you were playing – he laughed also."
"Dam...ah well..." We both smile and within a few seconds, Stan climbs on top of me, press me into the soft mattress and looks down at me with a smile on his face. "So...YOU said I've got 3 hours for me to do whatever I want with you in here, huh?"
"2 hours actually...ha ha, your time's slipping away Stanny...and I hope you won't try anything too 'thorough' and 'lovey' because I want to save that for later once we get there."
"Ha ha...of course, I'll stick by the rules Kyle...so in that case..." He pulls the cream-coloured egyptian silk covers over us completely despite us still wearing our clothes. "I guess a little kissing and cuddling won't do any harm, will it?"
"I guess not..." I smile to which I put my arms around him and he begins lustfully kissing me – hardly giving me any space OR time to provide an equally-lustful kiss back, ha ha. Now that I think about it, this reminds me of the first time we ever slept in the same bed together just over 10 years ago. AH...I can't believe 10 years have come and gone like this, it's amazing. But they HAVE been the very best 10 years of my life...so far at least, ha ha.
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2 and a bit Hours Later
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Although the skyline was pretty good an hour ago going over the South Border...it doesn't even come close to the sky that we're all seing now outside our windows – clear bright blue skies with not a single cloud in sight. The jet is beginning to make its descent down and is already doing its usual flight path around and towards the run-way. The holographic signs have already been turned back on so everyone is back in their seats – waiting until this jet finally touches down on solid ground again.
Finally, a few minutes later, the descent slowly reaches down and smoothly glides and touches back onto ground. As soon as the jet comes to a stop, the captain speaks to us again with the usual 'Thank You...Enjoy your stay...Goodbye' speech. And as soon as our luggage has left the jet, all 7 of us make our way out too to which the incedible heat of this place catches us all by surprise. I see both Daniel & Miles unfastening and even ripping off their jackets to avoid boiling to death. I look at my watch which also works as a digital thermometer and it blinks 34oC in its usual cool blue font.
As soon as we've made our way down the stairs, the luggage is taken towards the main Airport building where we'll have to go through that usual boring security thing and whatnot. I doubt we'll need to be seen over for anything illegal or hazardous...well...unless Kenny's brought something WAY over-the-top in terms of a joke, that is.
"Good afternoon sir...good afternoon everybody...and welcome to Gorda Cay Airport..." Gorda Cay being one of the most private and exclusive airports in the World let alone the Bahamas. They really have improved on the place over the past 15 years and now, it's full of people with private jets and money in the bank. I look at my watch...11:47, realising my watch hasn't automatically put itself an hour forward yet. "...please follow me and we will finish off any security clearences and baggage checks before you are all cleared to go." The woman begins to walk off to which I look to the right to where she's walking towards. The actual runway we landed on is as far away from the airport as possible. So not only do we have to make a very long walk over to the building with images of water puddles tricking us at every step, but we have to do it in this incredible heat. But we begin to make our way over.
"Jeez...it's so hot..." Stan says – beginning to rub off a few drops of sweat from his forehead.
"Oh I'm sure the heat's not the only thing that's gunna be hot on this holiday for you, Stan..." Kenny replies behind us to which me and Stan look at one another again to show one another how stupid we think Kenny is. "Phew...it IS hot, isn't it? Looks like our good-old friend Mr. Sunburn will be wanting to pay us all a close visit while we're here..."
"Oh God...sunburn...I hate it...I don't wanna get sunburn."
"Don't worry Miles..." I say. "...all of you will have to take care as much as possible while we're here – the temperature and weather here is much hotter than it is in LA."
"Gah...hate putting stupid suncream on..." Daniel responds behind us.
"At least it stops you from getting sunburned son. What would you rather be – safe...or sunburned?"
I take a look around the area – we landed right next to where this island ends. To our right and behind us, is the crystal-clear blue oceans whereas in front of us is the beginning of the jungle-like area and the actual island itself. And after a really long random conversation about the weather and the holiday and even what we're gunna be doing, (but not what I'M going to, thank goodness) we finally make it to the airport buolding where shade and air conditioning saves us from eventual burning. Twenty minutes of security-clearing and collecting our bags later, we finallymake our way to the two private extended black Porsche cars by the entrance to the airport where our drivers have been waiting.
Loading the bags in and taking our seats in, we begin our journey across the island and over one of ist connecting bridges towards the main Andros Island where the main vacation area is situated and along with it, my private vacation-estate.
"Oh God...I can't wait until we get there...what does it look like...what's it got there...how big's the beach...what's the..."
"Woah...Daniel..." I calm him down. "You'll find out when you get there."
"Oh I hate waiting..." Miles adds – obviously just-as excited as Daniel is.
"Don't worry, it's only a 40 minute drive."
"40 minutes? Argh..."
And as soon as the twins begin their own conversation about what they're gunna do once we get there...me and Stan finally get the time and privacy to talk.
"Well...Kyle...already I'm impressed."
"But we haven't even got there yet...how can you be impressed already..?" I smirk.
"I'm talking about the setting...you've certainly hit the right spot when it comes to celebrating this occassion."
"Oh trust me...that's not the only thing that'll be hit on the spot, y'know."
"And what's THAT supposed to mean, hmmmm..?" He smirks too.
"Naughty...you know I NEVER reveal my plans...you're just gunna have to wait..."
"Fair enough...I trst you Kyle..." He laughs under his breath as I look out the window to view the quickly-passing tropical trees and sand paths – dragging my thoughts now to what I have planned tonight.
Perfect time...perfect setting...perfect moment...perfect everything. It certainly is gunna be PERFECT. And I KNOW...our 10th Wedding Anniversary is going to be one to remember for the both of us...
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Author's Comments: Again, this is like a Part 1 chapter since the next chapter follows immediately on from this one. And trust me...I've waited for the time where I get to write the next chapter since it's one worthy of remembering for all the RIGHT reasons. Stay tuned...you know you want to...