Turbulent 2

Turbulent

Part 2

Posted: February 1, 2008
Title: Turbulent
Author: Ian Howe

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It had been one of those days. I had been scheduled to work the evening service from Heathrow to San Fran on New Year's Eve, and after flying back the next morning I'd have a week off to enjoy my well-deserved holidays.

At least, that had been the plan until a supposedly five-months pregnant woman had gone into labour while we were crossing Newfoundland. She'd turned out to be eight and a half months pregnant, but the doctor we got on the radio had suggested to divert and get her to hospital ASAP.

That little stunt had brought us to land in Calgary. By the time the ATC had cleared us for take-off to SFX, a gadget in the cockpit had failed. The replacement had also been faulty, and while we were waiting for another spare the weather had played us a nasty trick: When we finally had an operational airplane again, the flight had been cancelled due to snow storms.

Needless to say, the cabin crew bore the brunt of the passengers' frustration. Everybody was anxious to be home for New Year's and we wouldn't make it. The ground staff were doing their best to provide accommodation for all those stranded passengers – our flight wasn't the only one cancelled. In a word, it was a mess. They got it sorted out in the end but it was late evening before I was finally allowed to retire for the night.

It felt as if I'd hardly closed my eyes when my mobile started to bleat. Sitting up, I silently cursed myself for not switching it off before going to bed.

"Alun Davies speaking." Answering, I tried to sound neutral, hoping this wasn't a BA operator telling me that our flight plan had again been cancelled. All I wanted was to go home and sleep. Since I couldn't have that, I'd settle for sleeping until the very last minute before having to leave early the next morning to continue our journey to SFX, but the rumbling voice on the other end made me snap wide awake.

"Alun, hi, how's things? This is Sean," the caller chuckled, "and I always thought I was the one who was hard to catch."

My heart was beating madly while I tried to come up with anything to say. "S-Sean?" I finally managed to stammer, hoping he wouldn't put the phone down immediately.

"Yeah, Sean, Sean Bean. We met on a flight from L.A. to London a few weeks ago." He paused. "Look, maybe I'd better call you another time?"

No! Another time probably meant never. Taking a deep breath I replied, "No, no, it's fine, only a bit – unexpected." My brain appeared to finally remember how to work my tongue. "And it's a very nice surprise. How are you?"

"Me? Things couldn't be better. Well, almost, and that's why I'm calling. See, I got some time off work and I thought we could meet. If you're free, that is, and if you don't have other plans?"

Sean seemed a little insecure now, but my heart filled with joy. Not only had he remembered me, but this most gorgeous of men wanted to see me again! And it didn't even clash with my schedule.

"I'll be free for the whole next week, so any time suits me fine, really." I smiled and added softly, "It's good to hear your voice, Sean."

"Perfect." He sounded genuinely pleased. "What about Friday, then? Gives me time with my families and we could spend the weekend together?"

He wanted to spend the whole weekend with me! "Sure, that'd be great." An idea entered my head and I hesitated for a moment. I'd planned to spend my holidays home in North Wales. Until now I'd never taken anyone up to my little refuge, a cottage in the mountains, but why not invite Sean there? "Would you like to come to Wales?"

"Now, that sounds promising. Since I'll be visiting my parents in Sheffield I'll be half way there already. Do we have a date, then?" He chuckled again.

"Yes." My mouth was dry and I wasn't sure this was really happening.

"Where are you, Alun? You sound knackered, mate," he asked softly.

Well, there was nothing wrong with his perception. "Right now, in a hotel room in Calgary. Trapped by a snow storm but I'm fine, really..." My body betrayed me with a yawn and I broke into a happy giggle. "Sorry, it's been a long day."

"I'd better not keep you up then and I'm really looking forward to see you in a few days." We arranged to speak again on Thursday and he rang off, telling me once again how happy he was that I could make it.

After switching the mobile off I'd stared at it blankly, feeling pole-axed. Had Sean really called me? Or had it just been a weird dream, the fall-out of a too-long day mixed with my disappointment that he hadn't called me back after I'd left my number on his answering machine a few weeks ago?

I fell asleep before making up my mind. On waking the next morning, I checked my mobile and the call list confirmed it had not been a dream. I had a date with Sean Bean.

The remainder of the week had passed in a flurry. I'd worked my shift back to England, visited friends and relatives, and taken care of the cottage. On Thursday, I'd driven down to Llandewi and tried to call Sean. I had no landline up there and no signal for the mobile either. He hadn't answered so I'd left a message suggesting to meet at the Cath a Chi¹, our local watering hole, fervently hoping that he hadn't changed his mind.

Friday night at the Cath a Chi, I was still hoping he hadn't changed his mind when he didn't show up at the appointed time. Checking my mobile over and over again, I grew more and more nervous. Maybe this was a mistake after all. Why couldn't I leave well enough alone? Be happy with the memory of our short encounter instead of spoiling it with reality?

The door opened and my insecurity melted away as soon as I saw him enter the pub, golden-haired and gorgeous with a boyish grin on his face.

Sean clapped his hand on my back. "Alun! Good to see you, mate!"

I stood, unable – and unwilling – to suppress my delighted beam and immediately found myself wrapped in a crushing hug. Pressing back, I wondered if the sudden heat against my crotch could really mean that he was hard. Although I know that I'm not unattractive I hadn't expected such a desire from his part, but it wasn't the right time or place to ask.

"And you," I replied happily. "Can I get you something to drink? Did you have a good trip?"

"Yes to both," he grinned.

I raised my hand and waved to Arfon who was on bar duty tonight. While Sean gave me a quick summary on the road conditions two beers arrived, a pint for him and a second half for me. It wouldn't do to drink more when I wanted to negotiate the hills and there might be more snow later.

After we'd toasted, Sean asked me where the loos were. Now this needed a little explanation. Over the years, a few strangers had gotten lost on their way in the cellar, so I thought I'd better show him.

His grin widened and he winked at me. "You're desperate, mate!" His chuckle told me that he was joking, but it made me blush as my cock certainly liked the idea.

Apparently, Sean had read my thoughts as he whispered, "Me too, and I think we should withdraw to a less public place soon."

Nodding sheepishly, I got up and led the way. The toilets in the Cath a Chi were reasonably clean but not the most inviting environment for a quick tryst.

Sean had a pee – "That was hard!" – and while washing his hands his eyes fell on some of the graffiti.

"How on earth do you pronounce this?" He pointed at a scribbling on the wall.

Cringing, I wondered briefly what convincing lie I could possibly make up, but Twll din pob sais² couldn't be translated into something harmless like Ioan loves Bethan since there are no names in it.

"It means 'English arseholes'. I'm sorry Sean. Some stupid people around here aren't too fond of the English," I said apologetically. Literally, it meant all English are arseholes, but I guessed he wouldn't be too interested in the semantic details.

His green eyes narrowed. "But you do like English arseholes, don't you?"

My knees turned to jelly. Did he really mean...? I could only nod wordlessly, and there it was again, his chuckle, slightly ironic, but knowing. I was lost.

"I thought so." Sean nodded. "I suggest we finish our beer and after that I hope your place isn't too far from here." He gave me an intent look.

"Half an hour's drive, sorry 'bout that." For the first time since I'd bought my cottage I wished it were someplace less remote.

Sean cocked his head. "Then maybe we'd better get on our way soon?"

Five minutes later we were sitting in my Land Rover heading toward the mountains. I'd recommended that Sean leave his car behind as the road was a little unpredictable in winter and he'd followed my suggestion.

After driving for ten minutes, the road changed to a dirt track and only the safety belts stopped us from being tossed about in the car.

"Uh-oh..." Sean's lips tightened.

'Uh-oh' indeed as the ride would continue to be bumpy for at least another ten minutes. "I hope you'll be alright?"

"I'm immune to turbulence with you around."

Sean's cheesy grin made me groan. "Just let me know when to slow down or stop, okay?"

"Nah, you won't have to. I'm in a bit of a hurry, yer know?"

This time, the grin was immediately followed by an expression of pure lust. I levelled my eyes on the road again and tried to blank the promise in Sean's eyes out. First of all, I had to get us safely to my place, but then I was pretty sure we'd make short work of each other.

We continued the rest of the drive in silence and arrived at my cottage not a second too early. While I had spent the afternoon making the place nice to welcome him, I knew now that I'd show him around later. First things first.

Sean left his bag in the car and we went straight to the bedroom where I lit the fire I'd prepared earlier. When I stood from kneeling in front of the fireplace I noted that Sean had already undressed. My eyes bulged at his unashamed nakedness as he was lounging on the bed, licking his lips and lazily stroking his erect cock.

I was stunned for a second, then took my clothes off and joined him on the bed. Gods, he was gorgeous. His golden body and musky scent made me dizzy with need. He captured my mouth in an almost brutal kiss and we were both panting hard when he finally broke it.

"So, took dune pope seis²?" Sean rolled over on his front side and wiggled his bum.

The glorious sight was an invitation I couldn't refuse. His pose answered another question I'd been wondering about during our drive. Many men I've been with were reluctant to be taken by someone they'd only just met. Sean's suggestion earlier at the Cath a Chi that I liked English arseholes had indicated that he expected me to top, but I hadn't been sure. Now I was convinced that he wanted to bottom and I couldn't wait to be in him.

I marked his droll Welsh pronunciation to tease him later as this wasn't the time, then I changed position and knelt between his spread legs.

Parting his cheeks, I gasped at exposing the tiny pink pucker. My cock throbbed heavily at the thought of sliding into this sweet little hole. I flattened my tongue and gently swiped it along his cleft, delighting in his shudders. After applying one more wet swipe I let the tip of my tongue circle his quivering entrance. His breathing became ragged and he was trying to press back against me.

At his heartfelt groan I gently wiggled the tip of my tongue inside him, savouring the feel of his tight muscle around it. He was getting more vocal as I slowly pushed deeper. My hands held his hips firmly in place when he tried to impale himself on me. Slowly, I began to fuck his hole, wishing I could reach his pleasure centre.

By now I could feel how much he needed to be touched inside, so I gently slipped a well-lubed finger in along with my tongue, sliding slowly in and out, in and out, again a fraction deeper with each push until my fingertip lightly brushed his prostate and – his moans travelled straight to my cock. I could hardly resist the urge to rub myself against him, but that would have meant to stop my caresses and I wanted to feel him squirming under my touch for another while.

My free hand wrapped around his balls and I added a second finger, followed by a third a little later. I slid my fingers in and out of him, twisted and corkscrewed them, carefully stretching. Meanwhile, I continued to lick around my fingers at his entrance. His moans became desperate, letting me know it was time to take things further. Sean, I need you now!

Wishing to see his face when I entered him, I slowly rolled him over on his back. Unable to resist lying on top of him, I covered his whole body with mine as I engaged him in a passionate kiss, pressing my hardness against him. My hungry tongue plundered his mouth and the sensation was driving me mad. I broke the kiss, panting hard and looked into his beautiful eyes. They reflected the same desire that made me breathless; we couldn't wait any longer.

I moaned when I rolled a condom on and coated my swollen cock with lube, then lifted his legs over my shoulders. Our gazes locked when I slowly aligned my cock against his hole and began to push. I saw his eyes widen for a moment as I pressed the head in. Gasping loud at the sensation of being surrounded by his velvety heat I had to stop for a second to regain my breath.

Gods, Sean, you're so tight and hot – I wouldn't last long! I felt him tremble against me as I set up a slow, sensual rhythm. A slight change in angle and his thrashing head and fists tearing at the sheets told me I'd found his pleasure centre again. I continued, aiming to rub against the gland with each stroke. His moaning increased and I had to slow down again before the tingling in my balls indicating imminent climax became too strong.

I wanted to draw it out, make slow, gentle love to him, and merge my body, my soul with his. While licking the sweat from his skin at the small hollow of his throat – Ah, the taste of him! – his moans become incoherent and it was even harder for me to hold back. Until now, my hands had held his hips in place to ensure I touched his sweet spot every time I thrust into him, but now my cock was taking over completely.

I was going crazy with the friction; this was an intensity I'd rarely experienced before. His eyes had completely lost their focus and a thick rope of pre-cum was drooling from his beautiful cock. Moving one of my hands from his hips I placed the fingers on his crown, peeled the foreskin down, and delighted in his desperate gasps.

As I gently stroked his cock I could feel his body tense in anticipation. The tingling in my balls got stronger and they began their crawl upward. I thrust faster and faster, trying to hold back, but it was a lost cause. This was so good – Oh Sean, Sean! SEAN!!!

He threw his head back in ecstasy and I felt the base of his cock thicken in my hand. It was now, Now, NOW, NOW and he cried his release, letting go completely. I couldn't decide whether to focus on the look on his face or the hot gushes of his seed pouring out of him along with his sobs. Gods, he was so beautiful!

His hands flew up to my hips as his body arched and he drew me even deeper inside him. His clenching muscles massaged my cock and I was lost, the floodgates opened as I came and shot deep inside him in a blinding flash of light. I heard someone scream and realised it must have been myself. The sensations overwhelmed me and my body was jerking helplessly, my voice still sobbing with the almost unbearable intensity with which my orgasm washed over me.

Sean, I love you. I was shaking and I barely managed not to collapse on top of him; we were both utterly spent. I'd have loved to remain inside him but my body gave out and I rolled over, lying next to him panting hard. With a last effort I took his hand into mine and met his eyes. My heart lurched in pure joy at the love I found in them before they closed slowly.

The last thing I registered was his kiss when he pulled the blanket up and nestled close against me. Then, sweet dreams claimed us both, limbs entwined and as close as two lovers can ever be.

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¹ cath a chi, cat and dog.
² twll din pob sais, literally: hole arse all English.

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