Chip sat down next to Jeff on the plane, filled with resentment. Jeff matched that feeling with guilt, but couldn't hide a coy smile as he thought about why their flight had left without them in the first place.

The biting, the hair tugging… it was all so sexy and raw… but to have Chip play back was somewhat rare. Now he wouldn't even look at him. "Can I get you anything?" a perky stewardess chimed, interrupting his train of thought. "Oh, my dear, you could get me tons of things. But let's start with 2 Bloody Mary's… and a glass of wine for the boy." That earned him a glare from Chip, but he answered to the girl's unsure look. "Red, please." She nodded and then continued to bounce down the rows.

"You know, I am older than you," he said with a roll of his eyes. Jeff scoffed. "8 years ain't nothin'." Chip hid his boyish grin; he didn't want him to know how simply infatuated he was by his so many quirks. "Think about it this way: I'm almost a decade older than you." Jeff pondered for a moment. "That just means that one of us has game," he shrugged, and Chip couldn't contain his laughter this time. Jeff smiled back, because he loved seeing his boyfriend happy.

The rest of their time there was awkward, to say the least. But every now and again he could make Chip smile, and in return would place a secure but loving hand on his thigh. Jeff tried to not get too excited over it, but there's not much else to do except… think.

It's first class, no one's around.

We could sneak off to the bathroom together.

What about asking for a blanket and fooling around under there?

No. that's how we got into this mess.

But still… to make up maybe?

"Hey, Chip?" Jeff felt shy. Shy? He'd never been like this around him before. "Yeah?" Chip sighed, taking out his earphones. Jeff made a quick glance around to see if anyone was looking, then kissed him fast, but deep. Chip didn't pull away but didn't return it as much either. "Would an apology mean anything to you right now?" Jeff asked with a weak smile. He thought for a minute but shook his head no. "Probably not, sorry."

"Well listen, I have an idea." Chip physically moved away. "Your last idea wasn't really the best." A wave of guilt overcame him again. "I know, but…" Jeff trailed off and Chip picked it right back up. "It's going to be something about sex, something kinky. Well guess what, Jeff? I don't have your teenaged state of mind. I had a wife, I had a family. Maybe you really are too young for me."

Jeff's heart jumped into his throat, but he swallowed it quickly. "This isn't my fucking fault; I just didn't think that I'd be dating such an old man who probably still needs fucking Viagra. I can get head from wherever; you should feel lucky that I chose you." But as soon as that left his mouth he knew he was wrong. That was the wrong thing to say and they both knew it.

"Is that it? I'm lucky to have you?" Chip snarled under his breath. Jeff quipped back a response without thinking. "Well your wife obviously didn't want you." He literally covered his mouth after the last syllable dropped. Chip was hurt, and shocked as well. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he pleaded, placing an arm around his shoulders but getting pushed away. "Stewardess, I'm going to need something stronger to drink."

Chip was now downing drinks as if he were with Jeff on a Friday night. Jeff. Everything relates to Jeff. He decided though that 4 shots of Gray Goose were enough for now.

"Jeff, is that you?" A woman passing in the aisles stopped by their row, and he looked as equally confused as Chip. For all he knew, this was just another one of his one night stands… but he played it off cool, like always.

"Hey… you! It's been a while!" he said with a grin that only Chip could tell was fake. "I know right? How's life?" Jeff went on about some neutral topics while he racked his brain to try and remember this woman. "Anyways, how are you?" he asked, hoping to get some idea about how he knew her. "I've been well; I'm still going to AA meetings with 6 months sober! How come I never see you there anymore?"

At that moment, it hit him like a ton of bricks. "Oh! Right… just… started going on tour! But staying sober, three months," he lied, thanking some higher power that the stewardess had already cleaned up the many finished alcohol glasses. "Well that's great," she crooned. "And this must be the man that you were telling us about! Very nice… well I'll leave you guys to it!"

Jeff felt Chip's hard stare on the back of his neck and uneasily shifted around. "Alcoholics Anonymous? When did you go and why the hell didn't you tell me?" Chip pressed with an abnormally calm tone, but feeling crushed all the same. "It was right before we starting dating. I wanted to try and get sober for you, but I couldn't do it. So I just dropped out and tried to erase it from memory."

Chip was silent, and each second felt like an eternity. "And what was she saying about some guy you would talk about?" Jeff turned red and moved his gaze down to his shoes. "You were drinking, but had total control over it. My goal was to at least get to where you are." Chip's heart melted, because he'd never heard these thoughts. He kissed an embarrassed Jeff. "You sap."

The pilot came over the intercom and told them that there would be about 10 minutes to landing. "Thank god," Jeff groaned. "I'm ready to get out of this uncomfortable bitch and back to the hotel." Chip slipped an arm around his back and rubbed it, getting out all the knots.

"I can't wait to go back to the hotel either," he said, taking his hand back and laying it on his younger partner's knee. Jeff knew he was already on thin ice, so he tread carefully. "Getting airsick?" he laughed, almost nervously.

"No, just ready for some private time," he purred. His hand travelled slowly up Jeff's inner leg, causing him to inhale sharply. "Private time?" he mused, not skipping a beat. "For what?" He moved further up until he was now absentmindedly fiddling with the zipper on Jeff's pants. "Oh, I don't know. What were you thinking?" he asked calmly.

This was one side of Chip he loved, though it didn't always show. "I know what I'm thinking, but I want to know what's going on in that sexy head of yours." Chip bit his lip and Jeff tried not to growl quietly, like he usually did on instinct. Their faces were just inches apart, breathing in sync. "I just know how bad you want to see all the things I'm imagining right now," he whispered in Jeff's ear. "Then let me in, babe," Jeff pleaded, realizing that he sounded desperate.

The voice of the pilot announcing that they had landed was the only thing they heard. "Mm, tonight, tonight… you'll see then, won't you?" his voice rumbled softly as he sauntered past a frustrated Jeff. He couldn't help but smile though, because he knew that making him wait was bad enough. But at the same time… was it okay to stoop to that level?