This was the second time today I'd stared after him as he slammed a door behind him.
The only difference was the first time it had happened I wasn't so confused, and things had been a lot less complicated.
Chapter 4
"Alex? Alex, what are you doing here? Where are we? What's going on? Alex?"
I blinked a couple of times, trying to get rid of the blur that was clouding my vision. His face was a pale outline against the darkness of the room, fading quicker into its depths as I squinted and scrambled after him. As I ran harder, the farther he seemed to drift away from me. My heart pounded fiercely against my ribs, drumming and jumping as it skipped beats and pulled my emotions in a vicious circle driven by my growing desperation.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
He was almost gone.
I screamed his name. He couldn't leave me. He can't disappear. I can't live without him… I screamed again as I lost my footing, and time seemed to slow down as I began to fall steadily into the darkness.
My eyes flew open with such speed that the room began to spin rapidly around me as I groaned. Acid washed through my stomach, nausea ripping its way through my system with staggering speed. The room was still spinning as I got up from my seat, stepping around several legs before I stumbled down the aisle to get to the bathroom. Thankful for the little luck I had, it was free, and I managed to shut the door before the sick overwhelmed me. I coughed and choked as I leaned over the toilet, a steady pounding beginning behind my ears. It felt like someone was standing behind me with a frying pan, bashing me over the head every other second. As the minutes ticked by, the idea of trying to stand was becoming less and less appealing, and my eyelids had begun to droop while my head rested against the wall.
It was the most uncomfortable, comfortable thing.
A knock at the door followed by a flight attendant asking if everything was alright from through the door made me force myself into a sitting position. I cleaned myself off, staring into the tiny mirror on the wall in the, what seemed to be too brightly lit bathroom, and then opened the tiny thin door.
A woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties with wild bright fire red hair was standing there, a concerned look on her face. I assured her everything was fine quickly before she escorted me back to my seat. The way she followed made me think of a fan girl, and when she asked if I need anything else, I was sure I must have imagined the implication in her tone and the look of disappointment as I quietly declined. If I had been my complete usual self, I might have taken her up on the offer I suspected, but instead I bought a ridiculously priced glass of vodka and rested my face against the cool glass of the airplane window. I sipped at the drink absentmindedly while I gazed at the clouds below us, for once the saying 'your head is in the clouds' seemed almost literal. This wasn't the first flight I'd been on by any means, but the sight was always something to admire.
"Hey, Jack-Attack, what was that about?"
I lifted my face from the window, blinking as I realized it had only taken seconds with my skin against the cool glass to almost put me asleep. I literally was exhausted. Pete was leaning forward in his seat, his arms folded across the headrest of my seat. When I turned, his face was only a couple of inches from my own, and I jumped in surprise. "Awwh, Fuck man!" I complained as I felt my drink splash over the sides of the glass, and spill onto my jeans. Almost immediately I could feel the sticky liquid soaking into the material to my skin underneath. "What do you want?" I asked, annoyed as I shifted in my seat to try and become less uncomfortable.
"What was going on between you and that flight attendant?"
I rolled my eyes.
Always classy, Mr. Wentz.
"Nothing," I shrugged, again shifting in my seat to no noticeable change in my discomfort. The old woman in the seat next to me, glared through her tiny spectacles, the wrinkles on her face pulled her mouth down into a permanent frown. It was obvious she was getting fed up with my moving around. Well, she didn't have vodka soaking into the crouch of her jeans, did she? I hoped not.
Pete leaned back into his seat, looking displeased but not like he was going to let the subject drop. He crossed his arms, gazing at me. "Then why did you two come from the bathroom together?" he pressed, raising his eyebrows so they disappeared behind his messy bangs. I rolled my eyes. "She was just asking me if I was alright, then for some reason followed me back to my seat. I felt sick."
"What's wrong?"
I looked up to see Alex standing at the end of the seats, looking at me with concern in his eyes.
My heart swelled warmly.
"You were sick?" he repeated, resting his hand on the headrest of the seat he was standing in front of. The man sitting there glared ruefully up at Alex, who didn't seem to notice. "Are you alright?" I smiled, the warmness that had gripped my heart since I saw his face had begun to burn steadily through my chest and into my veins, seeming to warm every part of my body. Even my fingers had a tingling feeling to them while they burned. My eyes darted back to Pete who was staring curiously, and I felt the heat flood to my face. I had forgotten that we weren't alone. "Yeah, I'm fine, Alex. Probably just jetlag."
I wondered if anyone else noticed how my voice got warmer when I said his name.
He smiled back at me, and I thought I saw a spark of something foreign in his eyes. I didn't have much time to wonder about it before it disappeared, and he shifted where he stood. "Well, I have someone in first class that I'd like you to meet. A good friend of mine, he's given us permission to seat with him for a while. Free overpriced drinks anyone?" he grinned. "Sounds awesome," I set the now mostly empty glass I was holding on the seat after I had gotten up, and pushed my way past the legs of the woman and the man. They both made irritated noises as I passed.
"Is there enough room for three?" Pete asked hopefully. Alex turned to him, a look of mock apology on his face. "Ahhhh sorry, Bro, but there's only room for two." Pete frowned, and sighed as he sank deeper into his seat again, as if settling in for a nap. "Oh well, you famous people go live the highlife, and us lower-class men will sit here and sip cheap vodka for outrageous prices." Alex and I laughed as his eyes closed, and he let his head drop back.
Smartass.
I grinned at Alex, before he stepped around me and lead me back down the aisle towards the curtain that separated first class from coach seating.
Secretly I was glad it would only be us.
Alex stepped around the curtain, holding it aside for me as I ducked through. He pulled it back across silently before taking my hand and pushing me with gentle force through the first class bathroom door. I gasped as I stumbled into the fairly generously sized space compared to the one in coach, and fell back against the marble top of the small counter, avoiding the built-in sink.
"Alex? What the hell?" I complained, starting to push away from the counter.
I stopped dead when he closed the door.
And that sexy smirk spread across his face.
The shudder that ran up my spine was enough to make me gasp as I felt my cock begin to get hard. One look. One fucking look, and it was enough to get me aroused. The grin that spread across his face was a clear indication that he realized what kind of affect he had on me. I hated it, while at the same time I loved it. My cheeks were burning as he stepped forward to place his hands on my chest, leaning all of his weight into me; it caused my hard cock to press into his crouch. I moaned softly. "Why are your pants wet?" He murmured as he ran his hand along my crouch area. "Spilt vodka," I gasped, having to cut my sentences down to a few words. He smirked disapprovingly. "I guess we better get these off then…"
I moaned… the fire that had started burning in me since I saw him in the aisle suddenly erupted like gasoline to an open flame. His fingers where at the edge of my jeans, taking their sweet time to unzip and unbutton before dragging the dampened fabric torturously slow down my thighs. My hips pushed forward without any conscious command from me, and Alex pressed his forehead into the skin just above my growing erection. He finished pulling my jeans to my ankles, trailing his fingertips up my legs and thighs until they rested on the hem of my boxers.
"Oh dear, it seems these are wet too."
I shuddered. Fucking Hell.
Alex ran his tongue over my stomach, and around my belly button as he gradually released my straining cock from my boxers. He let go when they were at my knees, and I barely felt them as they dropped around my ankles. "So, babe, I heard you were feeling sick? Well how about I do something to make you feel better…" And before I could even think to do anything else, he took me into his hot mouth, running his tongue in overwhelming patterns along the shaft. My head rolled back as I grasped the counter and tried to stifle my moans.
He was so fucking good.
How the hell did he get so good?
I was about to try and think it through, when he pulled me deeper into his throat.
The gasp that escaped me was strangled as I tried to cut it off halfway from my lips. We were thousands of feet in the sky, in an airplane bathroom together, while Alex was down on his knees in front of me giving me the best head I'd ever received. For a moment I wanted to laugh. Never in a million years, in any of my fantasies did I ever expect this.
My thoughts were abruptly snapped back to Alex's mouth around my cock as he paused for a moment to suck on the head, his tongue running quick circles around the tip. I bit my lip hard, my hands tightening on the marble until it became almost painful. Even then, I was shocked to realize the pain only added to the pleasure. Alex moaned with my cock enveloped around him, and the sweet vibrations made my knees shake with the intensity of my arousal. I wanted to fist his messy hair, and fuck his mouth into oblivion, but this didn't feel like that. It felt nice and almost caring, not a dominating and rough kind of thing. Not even my want was enough to want to ruin that. And as I drew closer to my climax, my moans started to become less and less controlled.
"Alex," I gasped.
"Mhm?" More vibrations. I groaned.
"I'm getting close."
He smirked at me, and I shivered. I couldn't believe how fucking hot that was. The smirk played at his lips for longer while he teased the head, before he grasped the base of my erection and used his other hand to reach back and play lightly with my balls. I jerked forward unexpected, gasping while a wet moan escaped my clenched lips. Without giving me time to recover, his mouth assaulted my cock, and I felt him suck me deeply into his throat. All of my self-control had been lost, and the moans had begun to tumble unrestrained from me. I wondered briefly if anyone on the plane would hear this.
Quickly I was being driven faster and faster to my peak, the overwhelming feeling of his tongue on my cock sent ripples through me like a small taste of what my final orgasm would feel like as I was pushed over my peak.
It was delicious.
Finally it was all too much, and wave after wave of ecstasy plunged me into a reverie of bliss as I rode the pleasure of my orgasm. My cum filled his mouth over and over again, and I felt him work almost effortlessly to swallow around me. He was still looking up at me when my fingers unclenched from the counter. I pulled back slightly, almost reluctantly, and he let my softening cock slide from his lips. He ran his mouth across his arms, smirking as he grabbed my boxers and the my jeans, pulling them back up as they were before.
I placed my hands over his, and we did up my jeans together. As the button slipped into place, I looked into his eyes.
Alex smirked at me. "Feeling any better?"
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