The Airport

"Fuck, the alarm didn't go off."

"I thought you called for a wake up call."

"I thought you did."

"Shit"

"Look, we're alright, we have time, if we move NOW. Come on, we still have time for a quick shower."

"And a quickie in the shower?"

"No, we don't."

"Shit, I'm sorry Brian."

"Don't be, it's no ones fault, shit happens. Move your bubble butt."

—after shower—

"Thank god you made us pack last night,"

"Yeah, being anal does have some advantages at times."

"We have to go now or else we have to pay for another day."

"Right behind ya."

"Nothing changes."

—in the cab—

"This sucks big time Brian."

"I know Baby, but we had a great time."

"Yeah, the beach was great."

"What little we saw of it."

"Well I wasn't the one who wanted to spend our whole vacation in bed."

"Admit it Justin, the hotel was great, the bed was comfortable, room service had a pretty good variety of choices, the pool was right outside our door and we had a Jacuzzi in our room; why would anyone want to leave the room."

"You forgot one important thing."

"I don't think so."

"Phenomenal sex."

"Oh yeah, that too."

—Justin elbows Brian's ribs—

"We're here."

"Come on let's check in."

—entering the main terminal---

"Oh man is everybody flying out today?"

"Looks like it. Now no metal in your pockets?"

"Check"

"Did you take it off?"

"Yeah, I hated to do that."

"Me too Sunshine but we can put them back on once we're in the plane; better safe than sorry."

"I guess."

"No belt"

---Justin looking down at his beltless cargos—

"Check"

"Loafers instead of sneakers or boots."

"Check, I hate these shoes Brian."

"Stop pouting, they xray every thing and practically make you strip, they'll probably have some big burly bear check you out to see if that bubble butt of yours is real and not padding. Remember to flash him that smile when he does a body cavity search."

"Ha, I bet they'll get some big dyke named Zelda to search your body cavities."

"God forbid, I'd rather have Mel do it."

—both men shudder at the thought—

"It's our turn."

"Showtime!"

—nothing beeps as the guys make it through the first gate---

"How much time do we have?"

"About two hours, hungry?"

"Yeah" ---Justin wiggles his eyebrows—

"You do know that you have a monorail for a brain."

"A what?"

"One track mind."

"Oh, I learned from you didn't I?"

"To bad I'm such a good teacher."

"You mean lucky for you."

"Yeah, Sunshine, lucky for me."

"Hey look, a men's room, come on."

—the boys enter the men's room quickly scanning to see if they're alone; they head for a urinal as the one guy in there is about to leave—

"Yuck, he didn't even wash his hands."

"Hurry up Sunshine, I know I like sex in public places, but I'd rather not be caught by an air marshal."

—they get into a stall and lock it—

"Hurry Bri, I can't wait."—Justin says as he's bouncing on his toes and lowering his jeans to expose his ass—

"Patience little one."—Brian whispers into his lover's impatient ear— "Patience"

—removing what he needs from his pocket Brian is sheathed and lubed in seconds, he slides his hard cock in to Justin's warm quivering ass—

"This has to be fast Baby."

"I know, do it."

—Brian pounds into Justin as Justin leans on his arm biting himself to prevent his moaning to be heard; they both cum hard and fast—

"I so needed that."

"You think you had enough these past two weeks."

"Never enough Brian, never enough."

"We still have time to get something to eat, airplane food sucks."

—sitting at an airport café, eating sandwiches and sipping coffee–

"You're pouting again Sunshine."

"Well this totally sucks Brian, we're supposed to be on our..."

"Vacation"

"Vacation and we can't even travel home together."

"Look it wasn't my fault that the return flight reservations got screwed up and the travel agent did her best to fix it, at least we're flying out together, just not on the same plane and we'll land minutes apart besides she arranged a little surprise as an apology."

"Really? What?"

"We're booked at the Waldorf for a few days and we have tickets to a show and we can go to as many museums your little heart desires as long as my feet hold up."

—Justin was about to jump up and throw himself into Brian's lap but realized where they were so he grabs Brian's hand and squeezes tight—

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"You can thank me later at the Waldorf."

"You can count on it and this time I'm going to make sure we actually leave the room."

"Looking forward to it. Hey we have time to get you some snacks and magazines for the flight."

"You're not getting anything?"

"No, I'm planning on sleeping so I can be nice and refreshed for your thanks when we get to the hotel."

"Smart man."

—overhead announcement—

"Hey I think that's me."

"Yeah, I have about 20 more minutes. Go Baby, I'll see you there, just plant yourself at the baggage carousel and I'll find you and no talking to strangers."

"Yes Daddy"

"Brat, go"

—as they wave goodbye Justin takes out his cell phone and calls Brian—

"Hey"

"Hey yourself, what are you doing?"

"We didn't get a chance to kiss goodbye, what if..."

"Nothing will happen and I kissed you in the men's room."

"Brian I miss you already."

"Me too Baby; have you boarded yet?"

"No not yet they haven't called my row yet."

"Then stay on the phone as long as possible, okay?"

"Yeah; hey Bri remember when you went on that business trip when we first got back together."

"The one when we had phone sex for a week?"

"Yeah, that one."

"What about it."

"Ya know what I'm going to do to you when we get to the hotel?"

—Justin starts to whisper low into the phone eliciting moans and low growls from Brian—

"Shit Justin how am I supposed to walk with this rock in my pocket?"

—Justin giggles—

"Your ass is so going to be mine when I get you in bed."

"My ass is already yours. Where are you?"

"They're calling my flight, I'm almost at the gate. You?"

"On board, I stowed my stuff; fuck this flight isn't even half filled, I have the whole row to myself. They shoulda been able to get you on this plane. Brian I want you so bad."

"Soon Baby, soon."

"Brian, I have time to go to the bathroom."

"No Justin don't do that."

"Too late, I'm in and I'm jerking off thinking of you and how I'm gonna suck you the minute you get off the plane."

"Fuck; Justin I'm on the plane, I'm going to the bathroom."

—Justin continues to tell Brian all the things he has planned for him and he starts to finger his own hole—

"Brian I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah Baby me too."

—Both men cum in the tiny cubicle; panting and trying to quickly straighten out their disheveled clothes—

"Sir, you have to return to your seat."

"Brian I gotta go."

"Me too Baby."

"I love you Brian."

"Me too Baby, me too."

—about 4 hours later, at Kennedy—

"Justin, where are you?"

"I'm headed for the baggage claim area; you?"

"I just got off the plane."

"Brian, I want you, I want to fuck you, I want to suck you, I want to eat your tight hole."

"Shit Justin stop it you're killing me; fuck I need a bathroom."

"Yeah me too."

"This is all your fault, I'm in this nasty bathroom tugging on my dick."

"Brian I want you so bad, need to cummm."

—both men are panting into their phones; they each emerge from a men's room on different levels of the airport; Justin gets to his baggage carousel and waits for his luggage—

"Baby, you still there?"

"Yeah Bri, the bags are coming out now."

"Okay, stay there, don't move, I'm almost there."

"‘K Brian; this place is even more crowded than Florida."

"I know that's why I don't want you to move, keep talking to me Baby."

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Yeah but my flight was full, lot's of crying kids."

"Oh my poor, poor stud, all the widdle babies kept you awake."

"You'll pay for that Sunshine."

"Promise?"

"Yeah big time."

"Brian, Brian? Where are you?"

"Right behind you Baby."

—the lovers hug and manage a little kiss, but this being NYC no one seems to care or notice—

"You have everything?"

"Yup"

"Okay, hang onto them tight I'm the next one over."

"Brian do you want me to get a cab?"

"No, that's not how it works here and besides I think the agent arranged a car for us, so just stay put I don't want you to get lost again."

"Brian I'm not a child."

"Believe me I'm well aware of that but you can easily get swept away here in this crowd, please Justin humor me just stay next to me."

"Alright"

"And stop pouting. There's my stuff, come on see if you can spot some one holding up a card, I'm not sure whose name will be on it."

"There, over there."

"Thanks the gods; I'm Brian Kinney."

"Right this way sir, I have a cart for your bags. Just follow me."

—settling in the limo—

"Phew we made it."

"Yeah but this is rush hour we may be stuck here for a while."

"Thanks fine with me Brian as long as we're together."

"Excuse me driver?"

"It's Boris, sir."

"Boris, about how long is it to the hotel?"

"Well in this traffic it may take a couple of hours, there's a mini bar and a few snacks in the cooler, the controls for the radio are overhead."

"Thank you"

"No problem sir, I'll get you there as soon as possible."

"No rush, I'd rather we get there in one piece, take your time, we can amuse ourselves."

"Whatever you say sir; I'll raise the partition, there's an intercom if you need anything."

"Wow this is cool Brian."

"Yeah, cool, I'm just glad to be out of the airport and all that noise."

"You like the noise at Babylon."

"Different noise, besides I always have something to distract me there Sunshine."

"Brian is that partition sound proof?"

"I believe so."

"Good"

—Justin toes off his shoes and begins to wiggle out of his pants, he starts to tug on Brian's zipper as he kisses his lover, their tongues dueling in their mouths—

"I never fucked in a limo."

"First time for every thing. How do you want it?"

"On my knees with you behind me. I want it hard, I want it so hard that your cock threatens to choke me."

"Oh god Baby."

—they maneuver around so that they facing the back of the limo on the floor with Justin leaning on the seat. Brian prepares himself and Justin and slides in—

"JustinsohotsotightIloveyourassIloveYOU"

—Brian shoots his load, filling the condom to the brink, Justin splatters the limo seat; they rest against each other and then help each other, cleaning up the mess, when finish they rest together, Justin leaning on Brian, Brian able to stretch out his long legs—

"Sir, we're here."

—after three fun filled days in the Big Apple, Boris is there to bring them back to the airport—

"Thank you Brian I had so much fun."

"Me too Sunshine."

"I can't believe all the museums we visited."

"Me neither, my feet will never be the same."

"How ‘bout I massage those tired feet after we get back to the loft."

"Sounds good to me, just as long as there are other parts you'll massage as well."

"Oh I think that can be arranged."

"Hey their calling our flight."

"Go on Brian I just want to get a snack."

"Hurry Justin I don't want to leave you behind."

"Fat chance, I'll be only a minute."

—Brian's cell phone rings—

"Hello?"

"Brian"

"Justin? What are you doing?"

"Brian do you know what I'm going to do to you when we get off the plane?"

"Oh god Justin stop, shit another rock in my pocket, you little shit, wait till I get my hands on you!"

—lots of Justin giggling as he boards the plane—

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