Information: A flight from Ibiza to New York City's JFK, takes anywhere from 14 - 16 ½ hours. So if a flight leaves at 1:45 p.m., they will arrive at 10:30 pm. I know it's confusing but you have to remember that you do cross the time zones. Also, normally it's a connect flight but for the sake of this story, it's a direct flight.

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Brian sighed as he stretched, the moving sidewalk continued to carry him toward his gate and away from the relaxing week he'd spent in Ibiza. He'd laid out in the sun relaxing and sucked and fucked his way through a sea of oiled, tanned, gorgeous men. Leaning against the rail as it continued to move, he looked around. Suddenly his attention was caught by a blond man on the opposite moving sidewalk. Brian continued to watch him walk down the sidewalk and couldn't help but smile when he saw the bubble butt that the blond had on him. He felt his cock start to twitch in response to the sight, but he sighed. He knew that with the blond walking the other way they weren't meant to meet. It was obvious the blond was arriving, while he was leaving.

Brian got off the moving sidewalk, and went to wait for his plane to load, the blond but a wishful thought.

Brian sat in his aisle seat in first class flipping through one of the magazines that he had brought on board. He was studying one ad when someone cleared their throat.

"Excuse me, that's my seat there."

Brian looked and saw the blond from earlier looking down at him with a slight smile. Standing, Brian smiled. "No problem."

As the blond moved to get in his seat, he accidentally brushed against Brian. Brian smirked as his gaydar pinged and he wondered if it truly had been an accident. At this point however, he didn't care. The blond sat down and immediately buckled his seatbelt before reaching into his backpack and pulling out traveling supplies before he put it under the seat in front of him. Leaning back in his seat, he reached for his earphones and turned on his ipod.

Brian leaned back in his seat. It was going to be a long flight but it might not be too bad. After all, he had a pretty nice view and maybe if he was lucky he could have an even better one once they took off.

Justin finished placing all of his flight supplies in the seat in front of him, put on his earphones, and turned on his ipod. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he checked out the guy beside him. Before he had said anything to let the guy know he was there, he had paused to look at him. He couldn't believe his luck, a good-looking seat mate and unless he was mistaken, a gay one at that. He squirmed slightly as his brain began to slowly remove the man's clothes. He wondered if the real thing was as good as his imagination let him believe.

Just then he saw the guy look over at him so he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He tried to let the music settle him but he could feel the man next to him continue to watch him. He was about to open his eyes and say something when the bell rang and the captain came on over the intercom asking that all electronics be turned off and stowed away as they were ready for take off. Quickly Justin put away his ipod and looked out the window. The man beside him forgotten in the thrill that he felt every time the plane he was in took off.

Brian watched as the young man sitting next to him leaned forward eagerly and began to watch out the window. He couldn't help but smile at the excitement he felt vibrating off the younger man. He wondered if he could use that excitement to his advantage. Brian decided he would bide his time and wait for the right moment.

Justin loved take off. The excitement of watching the ground fall away and slowly get smaller and smaller, the landmarks taking on a different look, the textures that changed and formed to the eye. He also loved the feel of his stomach dropping slightly and the press against his body. Justin continued to watch and then after the plane leveled out, reached over and grabbed his sketch pad and pencils and began to draw while the sun still shone on the earth. It wasn't until the stewardess came to take his dinner order that he realized how much time had passed, and he stopped. Placing his order, he looked over the drawings that he had done and smiled. He thought they were pretty good and couldn't wait until he got back to his studio in the states to put them on canvas. He had some ideas about how to put the textures he saw into the paintings he planned to do.

Brian had been reading, glancing over now and then to see what the young man was drawing. He was impressed. When the waitress came to take their order, he placed his and then turned to the young man next to him.

"That's pretty good."

Justin looked up startled. "Oh…thanks."

Feeling a little self conscious, he held out his hand. "I'm Justin. Justin Taylor."

Brian took the hand with a slight smirk. "Brian Kinney."

Justin smiled and Brian felt his breath catch in his throat. Just then the stewardess came with their drinks and cutlery. A minute later she returned with their meals. Quietly they began to eat.

Finally Justin couldn't take it any longer. "So what do you do for a living?"

Brian looked at Justin and smirked. Reaching for the magazine he had been looking at, he opened it up to an ad and handed it to Justin. "I did that."

Justin looked at the ad in confusion. "Did what?"

Brian sighed and shook his head. "The ad. I created that ad."

Justin continued to look at the ad. "Oh, okay. It's nice. Although I have to admit that it doesn't want to make me buy the item."

Brian laughed. "God, I hope not! It's aimed at straight men over the age of sixty."

Justin laughed. "Well that leaves me out."

Brian looked at the sketch pad lying in Justin's lap. "So is that a hobby or do you draw for a living?"

Justin closed his sketch pad and put it away. "If you're asking if I'm an artist, yes. So, where are you headed? New York or farther?"

Brian knew that Justin had purposefully changed the subject and let it go. "I'm traveling to Pittsburg. You?"

"New York but I travel a lot. I have to go to California next month." Justin sighed.

"Was this trip for business then?" Brian asked.

"Oh no," Justin laughed. "This was strictly pleasure. I needed a vacation to charge my batteries so to speak. What about you?"

Brian stretched as he pushed the chair back into a more comfortable position. "Oh, it was definitely for pleasure. A little reward for a job well done."

Justin leaned forward a little bit. "So where did you stay?"

Brian chuckled. "I stayed at the Los Molinos."

Justin chuckled then. "Ritzy. I guess you really did treat yourself."

"Let me guess where a young gay boy like you stayed. The Marigna," Brian smirked.

"Wrong. I may be young but not that young. I stayed in a sea view room at Ibiza Playa. Of course the artist in me wanted to stay at the Hotel Montesol but I found that it's only the outside that is really appealing to the eye."

Brian was impressed; maybe there was more to Justin than he thought. Just then the stewardess came back around asking if they would like another drink. Brian immediately ordered a Beam. Justin ordered the same. When their drinks came, Justin took a drink and looked at his sketch pad longingly. Brian saw him do so and reached for his magazine.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to finish looking over my magazine. I always enjoy looking over the competition and seeing what accounts might interest me."

The smile Justin sent Brian was huge. "Oh, that's okay. That will allow me to finish up some of the sketches I was doing."

Justin reached for his pad and was soon lost again in his art. Brian meanwhile looked through his magazine and then reached for a book that he had bought to help kill the time. The stewardess returned several times, each time flirting more with Brian which he found funny. Each time Brian had a refill and automatically refilled Justin's glass as well.

It wasn't long before Justin began to shift in his seat. It was enough to bring him back to the present and realize that he had to use the bathroom. Standing up, he was a little unsteady and wondered how much he had drunk. He only recalled ordering the one drink but couldn't remember the glass ever being empty.

Looking at Brian, Justin said, "Excuse, me."

Brian smiled and stood up, letting Justin out. He watched as Justin moved toward the bathroom. Looking around, he noticed that most people were either asleep, watching the movie, or working themselves. There wasn't anyone just looking around. Moving toward the bathroom, himself, he stood waiting for Justin to unlock the door. He couldn't keep the smile off his face or his cock from getting hard at the thought of what he was about to do.

Just then, he heard the door click and start to open. Justin stood in the doorway and smiled when he saw Brian standing there. He also felt his cock twitch when he realized just how tall and hot he was. "It's all yours."

"I'd hoped you'd say that." Brian said as he pushed Justin back inside the small stall and shut the door behind him.

"Wha..." Justin tried to speak but quickly was stopped by Brian capturing his mouth in a deep kiss.

Justin hesitated for just a moment and then returned the kiss. In the cramped bathroom, he couldn't help but feel Brian's erection pressed against his growing one. Breaking off the kiss and leaning back a little to judge Brian's face, he yelped as he almost fell into the toilet.

Brian caught him though and gave a short laugh.

Justin laughed nervously and blushed with embarrassment. "It's a little tight in here."

Brian smirked. "I like tight. Are you tight, Sunshine?"

Justin groaned as Brian pulled him up against him. "Yeah, I'm tight."

Leaning down, Brian began to kiss Justin again and the kisses quickly became heated. Brian pushed Justin's t-shirt up so that he could rake his nails over his nipples.

Justin moaned into the kiss and reached for the jeans of the man in front of him. Upon finding that they were button-flies, he quickly pulled them open so that he could free the cock that he had been envisioning.

Brian released Justin's t-shirt and reached for his pants. Within seconds, he had them undone and was pushing them down. Then he was back at Justin's shirt, lifting it up and off with a growl. Justin wanted Brian's shirt off as well but couldn't do what he wanted which was to rip the buttons off. He did, however, quickly unbutton it, only to have Brian pull him once again closer so they were chest to chest and cock to cock.

Justin began to rub against Brian, enjoying the friction that was being created. Brian reached into his jeans pocket without breaking off his kissing and pulled out the small bottle of lube and a condom. Opening the lube he squirted some onto his fingers and teased Justin's hole with it before sliding his finger inside.

Justin broke off the kiss with a gasp and humped against Brian again. Brian tore open the condom package with his teeth and handed it to Justin. "Put it on me."

Reaching for the condom, Justin leaned back and slowly rolled it onto the hard cock. As he rolled it on, he squeezed and rubbed, feeling all the ridges created by the veins. Brian leaned his head back with a groan. Looking back down at Justin, he captured his lips once more, when Justin looked back up at Brian. Bending down, he grabbed Justin under his butt cheeks and lifted him up, setting him down on the narrow counter where the sink was.

When the cold metal of the sink touched Justin's skin, he jerked. "That's cold!"

Brian laughed. "Don't worry; I'll heat you up in no time."

He quickly pulled off Justin's pants and then pulled Justin to the edge of the counter, he waited for him to wrap his legs around him. Once Justin did so, he knew he was ready and slowly began to slide into him. Justin's breath hitched at the initial pinch but he simply leaned back to take more of Brian's cock in. Brian smiled, knowing what Justin was doing and thrust all the way in. Justin's eyes grew wide and a small line of perspiration appeared on his upper lip.

Brian pulled Justin back into his arms and licked at the salty line before claiming his lips once more, as he began to thrust in a steady rhythm. Justin tried to keep the moan he felt rising from escaping and clung tighter to Brian.

Due to the cramped quarters, Brian was going to have to do all the work until Justin found that if he unwrapped his legs and braced his feet against the wall behind Brian that he could move a little also.

When Justin began to move, Brian tried not to groan. The new angle allowed him even better and deeper access. With the new position, Justin was now leaning back once more but he didn't care about the sink faucet digging into his back. All he cared about were the feelings that being fucked by this man were giving him. Justin bit his lip to keep from making any noise and looked up at Brian's face.

Brian had his head leaned back and he appeared lost in the moment. Opening his eyes, he looked down into the bluest eyes and felt a strange tug in his chest. Seeing Justin biting his lip made him want to be the one biting, nibbling, and licking it. Bending over he began to do just that. The friction caused by their bodies proved to be too much for Justin and he came with a gasp. Feeling the walls of Justin's ass squeeze his cock tightly, Brian stroked inside him twice more and came himself as Justin's walls continued to milk him. Collapsed on top of him, he enjoyed the feel of being buried inside Justin as their tremors slowly subsided.

Suddenly, Brian realized that Justin was being pushed against the faucet and stood back up, hurriedly. "Sorry, I'm sure that was painful. I forgot about the sink."

Justin leaned back up, which brought them flush against each other once more and winced slightly. "That's okay. It was worth it."

Smiling, Justin leaned up and captured Brian's lips for a deep, long, kiss. The position they were in trapped Brian's cock inside and Justin could feel it twitch. Groaning, he broke off the kiss. "As much as I would love another round, we are in one of two bathrooms for the first class passengers. I'd hate to think that there is someone outside the door waiting to use it."

Brian couldn't help smiling back. "Damn, well, maybe a little later then, we can do this again."

Slowly he pulled back in the little room that was given them and slid out of Justin. Removing the condom, he flushed it and tucked himself back inside his jeans. Lifting Justin off the sink, he sat on the closed toilet so that Justin could put his pants back on. While he was doing that, Brian looked down at his chest, grabbed a paper towel from the sink, got it wet and began to clean his chest off before he buttoned his shirt back up. Reaching for another paper towel, he began to clean off Justin's chest as he finished tucking himself in and closing his pants. When he was done, he gave a final lick to one of Justin's nipples and handed him his shirt.

Once they were both dressed, Justin reached for the knob on the door but was stopped by Brian who turned Justin's head around and kissed him. When he broke off the kiss, he nodded for Justin to go on first.

Justin opened the door slowly, with held breath, hoping that no one was there waiting. When no one was there, so he released his breath, walked out the bathroom door, and returned to his seat. A minute or so later, Brian returned to his seat as well. Looking over at Justin, he smiled. "Maybe a little later we can go for round two."

Justin smiled back. "I'd like that."

At that time the stewardess came over and asked if there was anything they wanted. They very politely declined and went back to talking.

Over the next few hours Brian did something that he never did. He talked to his trick and got to know him, but the thing that surprised him was that he was actually enjoying himself.

A little bit later, when the plane was quiet and most of the passengers were asleep, they returned to the bathroom for another experience of the Mile High Club. This time Brian sat on the toilet and Justin sat upon him. Of course with the tight quarters, it made it so they had to sit back to chest. Once they were through, and cleaned up they once again returned to their seats where they talked a bit longer before a yawn from Justin stopped it.

"Sorry, I guess I'm more tired than I thought," Justin said as he tried to stop a second one.

Brian smiled. "That's okay. I could use some sleep as well."

Justin smiled. "Well, good night then."

Brian continued to smile. "Good night."

Both men leaned back in their seats and got comfortable. Within minutes, Justin was asleep. Brian turned his head and studied the face of the young man next to him. He found himself smiling as his eyes closed and he too slipped into the world of dreams.

A few hours later, Brian awoke to the dinging of a bell as the fasten seat-belt sign was lit up. Feeling a little strange, he realized that he had his head leaning against Justin's head and Justin was leaning on his shoulder. For a minute he thought of jerking up suddenly to remove Justin's head but realized that he really didn't mind the feel of it. It allowed him to enjoy the softness and scent of the man's hair. Taking a deep breath, he smiled as he rubbed his cheek one more time against the softness. Brian quickly raised his head away from Justin and sat up straighter when Justin sat up.

Justin felt the movement and began to stir. Smiling slightly embarrassed, he apologized. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make it too uncomfortable for you."

Brian smirked. "Not a problem, that is as long as you didn't drool."

Justin laughed and brushed at Brian's shirt. "Nope, no drool."

Brian laughed as well.

Just then the pilot came over the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are beginning to make our approach to JFK airport in New York. We've made good time and are ahead of schedule. The weather is a balmy 78 degrees and the current time is 10:00 p.m. If you will listen closely the flight attendant will announce the gates for those of you who are catching a connecting flight. Thank you."

Brian listened to the flight attendant and received his connecting flight information. Nodding, he turned to Justin again. "Well, I think we might just have enough time for one more trip to the bathroom. Are you up for it?"

Justin laughed and Brian felt his stomach flop. "Brian, I'd love to but I think that I'm going to have to decline this time. I mean, look around. Everyone is awake and starting to get ready to land."

Brian sighed. "Suit yourself, Sunshine, but it's your loss."

Brian got up and moved toward the bathroom. Just before he went inside, he looked over at Justin, then went inside and shut the door.

Justin waited a few minutes then looked around. No one seemed to be paying any attention, and let's face it, he really wanted one last time with Brian. Slowly he rose from his seat and made his way to the bathroom. He waited nervously until he heard the lock on the door click and then with a quick look around, pushed a surprised Brian back inside, shut and locked the door.

Without a word, he pushed up against Brian and began kissing him as he busily undid Brian's pants. Breaking off the kiss, he pushed Brian down onto the toilet, knelt down in front of him and took his cock into his mouth.

Brian leaned his head back and bit his lip to keep from moaning. Leaning his head forward he watched as Justin's mouth moved up and down his cock. "Damn, Sunshine."

Justin looked up and pulled almost all of Brian's cock out, just sucking on the head before going all the way around, deep throating him. Justin swallowed then pulled back a little before doing it all over again.

Brian wrapped his hands into Justin's hair and pulled. Justin looked up questioningly. "I'm going to come if you don't stop."

Smiling, Justin lowered his head back to Brian's cock. Right before he sucked it back into his mouth, he said. "That's the idea, isn't it?"

Brian leaned his head back against the bulkhead and let the sensations roll over him as Justin brought him to his orgasm. He almost cried out but managed to keep his mouth closed. He didn't open it again until Justin stood up and kissed Brian, giving him a taste of himself.

While they were kissing, Brian opened Justin's pants, releasing his cock and proceeded to reciprocate. When he stuck a finger up his ass, Justin let out a whoosh of air and came hard. Leaning back against the door, he tried to catch his breath as Brian softly tucked him back into his pants.

Standing, he straightened himself up and smiled. "I think that just might be a new record. Three times on one flight."

Justin smiled back at him. "I know it is for me."

Slowly, one at a time, they made their way back to their seats in time to hear the pilot inform them that they were beginning their decent. Justin hurriedly packed his items away and put his case back under the seat. Then he looked out the window, watching the ground rising up to greet them.

Brian couldn't help but watch Justin and marvel at the innocence, no, the joy of life, that Justin projected. When the flight landed, and they were informed they could leave the plane, Brian let Justin out in front of him and they disembarked. Standing outside the gate, they realized that they had a little bit more time together as Justin had to walk past Brian's gate to go to baggage claim.

When they reached Brian's gate, Brian reached inside his wallet and pulled out a business card. Flipping it over, he wrote his cell phone number on the back. "If you're ever in the Pitts, give me a call. I'll show you around."

Justin smiled and took the card. "Thanks, and here…" Justin handed Brian one of his cards. "If you're ever in New York, I'll do the same."

Brian nodded, looked at his gate and realized they were going to start boarding soon. He hated goodbyes. Turning to Justin he said, "Well, this is it. It's been great, Sunshine. I hope to hear from you one of these days."

Justin nodded. "Yeah, me too. It's not as if New York is that far away."

Brian smiled. "Yeah, well…later."

Justin turned. "Later."

Walking down the hall, he turned when he heard the flight was going to board. He stopped as he watched Brian move toward the door of the jetway. Just before he got on, he turned in the direction where Justin had walked away and saw him standing there. With a quick wave and a smile, he was gone.

Justin turned and continued down to baggage claim. The trip had been good, but the flight home had been the best. Looking down at the business card he still carried, he smiled and tucked it into his pocket. Who knew, maybe one day, they'd see each other again.

The end

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