Posted: April 2004
Title: The Mile High Club
Author: Bee and Myr
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: DW/SB

*** WARNINGS *** This story is rated NC-17 and contains:
* Angst (fear of flying)
* Male slash
If this disturbs you don't read any further.

Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. We, the authors, make no claim through this work as to the characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Beta: ourselves.
A/N: Written on-line. End of tale 30th of March 2004
Timeline: Leaving NZ for the various premieres of TTT.
Summary: The horrors of flying resolves in nice comfort.

/…/ Indicates thoughts.

~*~ : Indicates change of POV.

*****

Dave went to and fro from the cupboard in the bedroom of his hotel room. He needed to check a he would have enough clothes for the next three weeks. The premiere of ‘The Two Towers' would be his first and he looked forward to it and the following junket. As soon as he had finished packing, he realized he had to hurry up not to be late. He called a cab in advance and luckily, it was waiting for him when he came down to the lobby.

~*~

Sean closed the top of his suitcase with a resounding snap, and closed his eyes.

/I can do this; I've done it many times before. It is just another plane ride. Not a problem./ Opening his eyes again, he glanced around the room to make sure he had not forgotten anything. Nothing in the main room needed to be added, so he headed to the bathroom. Once inside he noticed his razor.

/Can't forget that./ Picking it up, he caught his reflection in the mirror. Wide, apprehensive green eyes stared back. The slight sheen of sweat on his forehead heightened the pallor of his skin tone. Looking away in disgust, Sean headed back to his carry on and placed the razor inside. Determine he had everything he needed; he called for the bellhop to collect his luggage.
Breathing deeply to maintain a threadbare calm, Sean rested his head against the wall of the elevator.

/Well, at least I will be flying with Dave. That's a good thing./ Feeling the car finish its decent, Sean straightened up and tried to clear any lingering emotion from his face, he needed to appear, calm and in control. As the door opened to the lobby, the bellhop stepped back and allowed him to exit first. Walking with a determined stride, attempting to appear as if he had not a care in the world, Sean spotted Dave standing near the doors, waiting on him. Sean raised his hand in greeting, a smile of pleasure relaxing his features.

~*~

Dave nodded with a big smile at seeing Sean coming down in time. The Brit wore a nice outfit. Sean had a lot of style and Dave admired that. He grabbed his luggage and they went to the cab. The car piloted into traffic and on the back seat, the two men sat silent but comfortable in each other's company for a while.

~*~

"So, uhm, how are you, Dave?" Sean asked, thinking how he sucked at idle chitchat.

"Ready for this? The press conference and all? Ready to fight off those vultures?" Rambling on with nervous energy, Sean continued, "I tell ya what I'm not looking forward to answering; the same bloody question, 'Were you upset when they deleted the scenes between Boromir and Faramir?' How many damned times can they ask?" A nervous laugh filled the car. Sean jerked at his own sound, belying his calm facade. Another deep breath and Sean turned his head to look at Dave.

/How can he sit there so calm? How can he sit there and look so good?/ Shock at the unintended question widened his eyes momentarily. /Whoa, where did that come from?/ Sean asked himself as his gaze traveled over the other man, taking in his figure, trim and muscles.

~*~

Dave swallowed. Sean looked very uncomfortable. He reached over and patted Sean's thigh.

"Easy mate," he smiled reassuringly and removed his hand. Sean still looked uncomfortable but clearly put on a brave face. Dave looked away and followed traffic for a while. Sean was so kind and sweet natured. It was a shame Sean feared flying. However, Dave looked forward to flying with him - fright or not.

~*~

/Do I really look that pathetic? Can everyone see how much I hate flying?/ Sean was lost in thought when suddenly a light tapping pressure was felt on his thigh. Looking down in surprise, he saw the hand of the other man there. Right there, on his thigh and he liked the feeling. Raising his eyes, he saw that Dave was no longer watching him, but looked out the cab window.

This gave him a chance to look at him. /He is an attractive man,/ Sean continued to stare as the car brought him closer to his greatest fear.

/God, please don't let me make a fool of myself./

~*~

Dave's knee slid towards the middle for a few seconds, but as he felt the trembling man, he moved away. Sean didn't really need this. Or did he? Dave stole a glance. Sean's eyes were closed.
/Perhaps you do need it; mate./ Dave thought and decided he would do what he could to make Sean's travel as comfortable as possible.

Finally, they were at the airport. Time to check in.

~*~

Sean closed his eyes and tried to relax, to gain some control over his errant nerves. He could feel the trembling in his own body, muscles and control strained to the breaking point. He could feel the heat emanating from the other man.

/How close is he sitting to me?/ Cracking an eye open, Sean was just in time to see Dave move his knee away from his. /Now that's interesting./ While Sean dwelt on this development, they arrived at the airport and had their baggage claimed by a skycap. His steps dragged, as would a man on his way to the gallows, slow and beleaguered, falling further and further behind Dave.

~*~

Dave stopped from time to time to make sure Sean was with him. He was very quiet as was Sean. He finally put a hand on Sean's shoulder and walked beside him. Sean seemed to relax a little, and Dave was glad.

"Do you want anything? Last chance?" Sean looked at the drugstore, but shook his head. Dave understood. What ever Sean might feel like, he could get on the plane. Right now, the Brit probably just wanted the flight over and done with. Dave felt a bit guilty at looking forward to the flight but came to the conclusion that what ever he felt couldn't change Sean's fears.

~*~

Sean walked with his head bowed, looking at the floor. His head snapped up when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder. Dave had returned to walk with him, this gladdened him and he could feel some of the tension drain from him. Not all, but enough so that the tight, constricting feeling in his chest lessened.

"Do you want anything? Last chance?" Dave asked.

/Last chance! What did he mean by that? Bugger! Bugger, did Dave know something? Get a hold of yourself, Bean. If Dave knew anything, do you really think he would get on the plane?/ Shaking his head in negotiation, Sean continued towards the boarding area, Dave in the lead.
As Sean thought back on Dave's words, "Want anything?" a thought continued to swirl around in his mind, /Yes, I want you. I want you./

~*~

Finally, they boarded the plane and were shown to their seats. Sean had the outer seat and Dave the window seat. They spent some time getting comfortable.

Dave watched Sean for a while. His eyes were closed and he mumbled something to himself repeatedly. Dave tried to hear it, but gave up, and opened a small carry-on he had brought with him. In there, he had a script he was interested in. He noticed Sean look from time to time and thought that was good. Hopefully the handsome Brit could forget about take off... he hoped.

As soon as the flight attendants began preparing, Dave immediately realized Sean was close to panicking and quickly he put down the script and grabbed his hands.

~*~

Perspiration dotted his forehead as he took his seat next to Dave, glad he did not get the window seat. So much easier to ignore the fact that soon they were thousands and thousands of feet about ground level.
Quickly fastening his seat buckle, Sean leaned back and closed his eyes again. /If I cannot see it, it cannot scare me, it cannot hurt me./ The childish thought kept him occupied for a few moments.

Sean started talking to himself at that moment, "We are not going to crash, everything is fine. No problems here, I can do this," the litany was repeated continuously. Sean opened his eyes and began looking around the cabin.

/Exits, there must be exits here somewhere./ He could feel it then, the panic attack that he had managed to hold back was creeping up on him. The flight attendants were talking now.

/GET OUT, I NEED TO GET OUT! NOW!/ Reaching for the safety buckle on his belt, he felt hands on his. Dave was holding his hands, and Sean could feel himself relaxing once more. Looking into the gaze of the other man, Sean blocked all out except that sight. It was a beautiful sight.

~*~

Soon they were in the air and Dave still held Sean's hands. It felt natural. Sean complexion remained pale, and as soon as the sign indicated belts were no longer required, he motioned to Sean to get up. Sean complied and puzzled, he followed Dave to the men's toilets. He made him drink some water from the faucet.

"Better now? Ready to go back?" Sean shook his head. David nodded.

/Ok - we have plenty of time. No need to rush this./ After a few more minutes, Sean smiled, "I think I can handle it now!"

Dave said nothing. Sean still looked scared out of his mind, but he lead him back to their seats well knowing it wouldn't be the last trip to the men's room.

~*~

Sean could feel his stomach heave as the plane started its ascent. He clutched tighter to Dave's hand, his lifeline now, and felt reassurance flow through him. Breathing deeply, Sean strove to regain some small measure of calm. And succeeded, mostly due to the man that continued to hold him together by his simple touch.

/I could get used to this./ When the 'fasten your seatbelts' light went off, he felt Dave nudge him to move into the isle. He grudgingly complied, not liking the fact he was now 'walking on air'. He could feel Dave guiding him towards the men's rooms. After splashing cool water on his face and taking a few mouthfuls, Sean felt much better.

/Okay, so maybe it was not a bad idea, after all./ Heading back to their seats, Dave in the lead, Sean was able to watch the movement of his arse. He liked the view. Very much.

~*~

Sean sat heavily in his seat next to Dave. Dave noticed he still held on to his hand, but the squeeze wasn't so frantic anymore. Dave smiled and looked out of the window; holding Sean Bean's hand. Tenderly he stroked the back of Sean's hand with his thumb. He didn't really notice before Sean squeezed his hand lightly. Dave turned his head and saw Sean's lifted eyebrow. Turbulence struck the plane at the same instant and as soon as possible Sean shut out of his seat walking very fast to the men's room with Dave right behind him.

~*~

Sean leaned his head back after throwing himself into the seat, and refused to release Dave's hand. He could feel the stroking, comforting sensation caused by the touch.

/This feels good, so damned good./ Turning he head, Sean contemplated the profile of his seatmate, and saw out the plane as well.

/Funny, that, I don't mind looking out while Dave holds my hand./ Returning his gaze to the other man, he noticed him looking at him, and raised an eyebrow in question.

/I wonder what he is thinking… shit, did he notice me looking at his arse?/ Suddenly it felt like the bottom of his stomach just dropped out, the plane was shaking severely and he needed privacy. NOW. Knowing you were not supposed to walk during turbulence made no difference to Sean.Bolting out of his seat, past the startled flight attendant, he bee-lined his way to the bathroom, knowing that Dave was right behind him. He was grateful but did not have time to say so. If he did not get there fast, he was going to make a mess and embarrass the hell out of himself.

Throwing open the door, he heard Dave step into the cramped quarters and close the door.

~*~

Dave locked the door behind them and stroke Sean's back as the poor guy emptied his stomach contents. Afterwards Sean had some water to drink. Dave stood close beside him and had his hand on his shoulder looking at Sean via the mirror.

"Better?"

Sean shook his head and gulped more water. He seemed to relax somewhat though and Dave's circular rubbing slowed down. Sean's eyes shut closed. And suddenly he turned around and kissed Dave on the lips.

~*~

Sean leaned over the plane's toilet, allowing the contents of his belly to remove itself. Feeling miserable and embarrassed at having been caught in such a vulnerable moment by the other man, Sean stood up and rinsed his mouth out with water from the sink. He could feel the movement on his back as Dave continued to offer him comfort, unfortunately with little success this time.

"Better?"

/Was he kidding? He had just fucking tossed his cookies!/ Knowing the younger man was concerned for him; all he could do was shake his head in a negative manner. Cupping his hands under the faucet, he collected more water, rinsed again and then swallowed some. Realizing this was helping, he repeated the process; all the while Dave continued his ministrations of comfort.

Closing his eyes, he began to relax, and then he realized not all of him was relaxed.

/I have wanted to kiss him for such a long time./ The thought slammed into his mind, stunning him.

/Here we are, locked in the bathroom, and no one can bother us…/ Turning around quickly, he leaned forward and placed his lips against Dave's. The sensation was that of a live electrical wire, hot and shocking, but not unpleasant in any way. /Holy fuck, this is wonderful!/

~*~

Dave stopped thinking. Sean's lips were pressed against his. He didn't specifically react to that at first. Sean's left hand was holding him tight and the right one travelled from Dave's neck to his hair. Dave stood still. Waiting. The information was processed. Sean was kissing him...why?

Then he reacted but only by vaguely. He put his hand on Sean's hip. That didn't stop the Brit. Dave gathered then that Sean didn't do this because of a nervous reaction to the plane. He did it because he wanted to. Dave smiled, and Sean let go of his lips. He searched Dave's eyes for a sign. Dave was still smiling.

/Go on, Sean. Kiss me,/ he thought. Sean still stood waiting for the ok, so Dave just put his arms around Sean's neck and received another warm kiss. He was quite aware that this was not his usual behaviour, but hey... kissing Sean in high altitude just seemed like a natural thing to do. Helping a gorgeous mate relax, right?

~*~

Sean began to worry when Dave did not react at first.

/Shit, am I wrong here? Should I stop? Oh, god I don't want to, this feels incredible!/ Then he felt it, a slight movement from the man pressed against him, the shifting of body, moving closer. Taking a bolder position, Sean brought his hand up to cup his head, gently stroking Dave's hair. His left hand gripped his hip, pulling him forward so their bodies were closer, more in contact with each other.

Tilting his head at a slight angle, Sean continued to apply light pressure to the soft lips under his. Suddenly feelings of warmth, tingling and sublime in their effectiveness were coursing through out his body, Dave had raised his arms and had them twined around his neck, and was letting him kiss him.

Sean began to moan softly, the intense pleasure from just kissing Dave.Applying more pressure, Sean started to lick Dave's lips; gently caressing the pliant flesh beneath his own, seeking entrance to the warm, moist cavern that was Dave's mouth.

~*~

Dave nuzzled Sean's neck with callused finger pads. He felt the lean Brit shiver a bit and loved the effect his touch had on the man. Sliding tongues, the soft wet noise from their lips. Dave's eyes were closed, but he could see everything inside his mind. He even imagined sliding his hands under Sean's t-shirt and realized he had just done that. Sean's skin felt smooth and warm. He felt subtle ribs move under his hand as he slid his palm across his back.

Sean let his tongue investigate Dave's temple. Then travel down to taste the arch of his ear. He soon dug behind Dave's ear and lightly suckled the crook of his neck. Then it was Dave's turn.

~*~

Sean began to shudder in anticipation, as Dave's tongue danced across his ear; soft moans permeated the air adding the music of lust. Gasping short breaths stirred the hair on the side of Dave's head as Sean continued his mutterings.
Lifting his hands to Dave's head, Sean threaded his fingers in his reddish-blond hair, squeezing then grasping into fists.

Slowly sliding his hand downwards, he ghosted them over the shoulders of the other man; down they continued to travel, across the wide back to his hips.
Grabbing them, he pulled forward until their crotches were pressed firmly together, rubbing and undulating against each other. Sean continued to moan, trying to contain the noise; it would be too embarrassing if the other people on the plane heard him and Dave.

Sean reached to the front of Dave's pants and loosened the belt, then the button, and then the zipper, gently tugged it down fractionally.He then reached behind Dave and grabbed his arse, squeezing the firm globe of flesh through the material of his pants. Needing more contact, he pushed past the elastic band of Dave's underpants and glided his hand over warm flesh. /Oh my god! This feels so incredible!He is so smooth!/

~*~

Dave let go of Sean's mouth and savoured the little whimpers escaping the man. Dave's breath hitched and he had difficulty in not giving in to express himself too loud either. He let his hands slide away from under Sean's t-shirt and travel up front instead. He nibbled at Sean's lips but soon began opening his pants instead. He was turned on by Sean's fear and by his lust, which was even cannier. Dave wanted it all.

~*~

Sean could feel the movement on the front of his pants as Dave began to undo them.

/I should care, I really should. But I don't, I like this./ Sean allowed his hands free reign on the younger man's body. Squeezing the firm buttocks he had watched earlier, running up and down the strong back, across the top of his thighs, feeling, just feeling.

Sean allowed his head to fall back, lightly bumping the closed door, hoping Dave would take the hint and work on his throat.Deciding he needed more, Sean pulled Dave closer and to more of an angle, so that his hip was placed up against his straining cock.

When he felt the contact, Sean gripped Dave's hips tighter and began to thrust against him.Blazing white-hot heat surged through him; shudders of erotic rapture consumed his body, leaving no room for anything else. Just the molten, all consuming sensations of lust, need, and fear.

~*~

Dave smelled Sean's fear. He smelled Sean's lust and he ravished his exposed throat as he rubbed against his hard body. He didn't really think why he did this. It was probably primal and worked fine for arguments at the moment.

Sean held him tight and prevented Dave from going anywhere. He didn't want to go anywhere and thus he stood rooted in front of his warm body. He smiled against Sean's skin.

/We're seducing each other! My big brother and I./ Dave wondered how kinky Sean could take things.

/Only one way to find out,/ Dave thought letting go of the swollen Adam's apple mumbling as he cradled Sean's ear.

"Boromir...I want you on all four. Right now."

~*~

Gently pushing Dave away from him, Sean stared into the eyes of his 'little brother'.

/What did he say? ALL FOURS, NOW.He wants me on all fours…/

Comprehension was slow in coming, but when it hit, Sean's face lit up like a Christmas tree. Trying to manoeuvre around was extremely difficult; the room was not made for two people, let alone two grown men.

/How the hell are we going to do this?/ Inspiration struck.Sean leaned forward quickly kissing Dave on the tip of the nose.

"Just give me a minute, Dave."

Quickly shimmying his pants down, Sean removed them, leaving his shoes on.Moving around Dave, he was able to face the toilet seat. Crouching down, he placed his knees on each side of it and leaned forward, placing his chest on the seat itself. Glancing over his shoulder, he had to raise his eyes to look at man still stand behind him. A lustful, wicked thought took shape and Sean acted on it.Pushing his hips backwards until they met the cloth covered shin, Sean began to rub the crack of his arse up and down, against Dave's leg.

~*~

Dave's hands trembled as he put his palms on the small of Sean's back. He took in the sight in front of him. His right index finger started following the strong curves displayed to him in the most vulnerable fashion
He dipped into the small dimples just above where the swell of where Sean's buttocks started. He smiled shakily. He was so emotional. He let the digit stop where the crack began. Sean's body shook.

"Are you ok?" Dave asked and rested his cheek loosely on top of Sean's body. Sean mumbled incoherently and growled. Dave grinned and put his finger down to Sean's mouth.

"Suck on this."

Sean did it thoroughly and coated Dave's finger in drooling saliva. Then Dave returned the digit to the top of Sean's buttocks. He licked his lips slowly. His pupils dilated and slowly his finger travelled south.

~*~

Sean was nervous, he had never done anything like this before, had some one in a public toilet, on a plane. And it was arousing him to no end…

With a snap, his attention was brought back to the man behind him, his friend, his 'little brother, Faramir'. He could feel the adrenaline tremors in those wonderful hands as they caressed him, starting at the small of his back and then down over his exposed flesh, caressing and gentle. Sean tensed when he felt Dave's finger at the crack that separated his arse cheeks, he shook with an unknown emotion.

"Are you ok?" he could hear Dave ask. But try as he might, he could not speak clearly, so he mumbled some kind of noise, and when that did not start Dave moving, Sean growled at him, low and deep, needy and wanting.

Suddenly Dave's finger was at his mouth, and he was told to suck on it. So he did, hard and deep. Wetting his finger with as much spit as possible. His cock, which had been at half-mast, was now at full attention, having gently thumped against his lower belly.

Sean could feel Dave's finger moving on him again, heading down further, towards…

/Oh my god!He's going to put that in me! Holy fuck!/ Gentle pressure at his entrance broke his thoughts and brought a warmth of excitement to him.Suddenly he felt the finger inside, only after a brief resistance and stretching feeling, and just barely. Pre-come began to dribble down on to the floor beneath him. Sean began to shake with emotion and need, when he felt the finger being pushed in further.

~*~

Dave panted shallowly. He was inside now. He penetrated Sean. He rolled his neck a few times. Suddenly he felt tense. He kneaded Sean's left taught mound of flesh. Muscles 'twitched'. He pushed in his finger a little bit more. Now he was two knuckles inside.
He slid back and Sean groaned loudly. Dave smiled nervously. But it was a good nervousness. He had no idea what Sean was feeling, but everybody knows how sensitive the muscle is, so he had no doubt it felt like a mixture of weirdness/ pleasure and what ever was Sean's personal experience. He pushed back and began thrusting his finger, tricking it to the hilt. He turned said digit half so the finger pad pointed towards Sean's pubic bone. Sean began moaning and rubbing himself against his thighs. From side to side.

~*~

Sean felt Dave start to remove his fingers and groan loudly at the loss; he wanted more! No, he needed more, and right now! The feeling was so intense, like nothing he had ever experienced before, stretching, filling and fulfilling him.

/Oh god… yes…more…/ Sean could not form a coherent sentence when Dave started thrusting in and out, pushing his entire finger inside.Something inside Sean snapped and he began to act like a cat in heat, rubbing and bucking his hips, thrusting them from side to side, just needing the contact.

Reaching underneath himself, he grabbed his dick and pushed it against his thigh, rubbing and fondling himself.

/Fuck, oh fuck, this is amazing. I…/ Again his thoughts were brought back to the man behind him, when he felt the finger removed, /NO! More…/ and felt it pushed back in, only this time there were two of them, and Sean, began to convulse at the intrusion.Dropping his head forward so it rested on the back wall, all he could do was moan and pant with the sensations attacking his over wrought system.Begging was not beyond him now.

"Dave, mate, please, I want ya.Shit, I fuckin' need ya inside me, you, your cock, not ya fingers. Please, oh please, give it to me!I need it. Shite, jus' shag me, yeah…"

Dave quickly opened his pants and freed his hard cock. He reached out to the soap dispenser and pumped a few times. He coated his cock generously and turned to an anxiously waiting Sean. He stood a few seconds anticipating the willing body.

"Ready, mate?" Sean didn't answer but panted heavily.

Then he nudged the puckered hole. He felt how the muscle at first wasn't game, but as soon as the greedy ring swallowed his cock head, he drowned in the most delicious fashion. The reward was Sean's deep groan.

~*~

Sean was lost to everything but what was happening to him, and Dave was to thank for that. He felt Dave remove his fingers and wanted to cry at the loss, wanted to scream because the delicious sensations had ended.He could hear the other man moving, somewhat limitedly, behind him.

/What's he doing? Is he trying to torture me?/ Once again, the feeling of having Dave pressed against him returned, along with the feel of a hard cock.

"Ready mate?"

/Ready? Ready for wha… OH!/ Breathing in a labored fashion, Sean was unable to answer, and just hoped Dave understood this: that he was ready, more than ready. That he ached so badly he felt frayed, ready to shatter, to collapse if his body was not satisfied soon. Sean arched up slightly when he felt a hard, hot, thick 'something' being pressed into him, and then he realized what it was: Dave's cock. Trying to gain entrance. Get into him. Moreover, he wanted it, needed it, and craved it as if his life meant nothing without it. All of a sudden, Dave was inside of him.

/It hurts, fuck it smarts./ But then gradually, Dave was completely encased in him, and the feeling was incredible, astonishing and beautiful. He felt so complete, whole.Wanting more of this magnificent awareness, Sean thrust back, hard. He had thought it impossible that Dave was as deep as he could go, but no, somehow he was in further. He felt full, stretched, opened beyond anything he could have imagined.

~*~

Dave gasped. Licked his lips furiously and squeezed his eyes shut. The feeling was incredible. Sean's reaction was crazy. Thrusting slow and enjoyable, he made sure not to go too fast. Sean was extremely tight and he panted in ways Dave could tell was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Alright there, mate?" he asked with half lidded eyes. He felt Sean's tissue give in to pressure stretching further. He felt less cramped. A shame! But good for Sean of course. Dave smiled and kneaded his ‘brother's' hipbones. Rubbing his open palm over the sharp edges of bone. He thrust effortlessly. Pushing inside the man bent at his mercy.

Sean's tightness was incredible. So impossible to fight against and soon sweet pleasure started swivelling inside his body. It felt so good it had his muscles twitch. He breathed deep and even. Deeper. Mouth open. Eyes fluttered. Tongue curled against the roof of his mouth.

"Oh...Sean...this is...it's so..." Dave gasped.

~*~

The pain/pleasure of having Dave deep inside of him was perfection. He could feel his body becoming accustomed, loosening, and more open.

"Alright there, mate?" And all Sean could was moan in appreciation for the consideration Dave had shown him from the start, moan his need, and moan his desire. The hands that so lovingly held his hips began to knead him, pulling the skin tight, which in turn caused his cock to move, another sensation to assault him. And more moans to fill the small cubicle.

Sean could feel Dave starting to move in him, pushing and pulling, causing rippling tongues of fire to engulf him, volcanic fingers of desire to consume him. Sean never wanted the feelings to fade, to stop.He could live his life like this, with this man dominating him, controlling his passions as if they had never before been touched.

~*~

Dave tried to accommodate Sean's need, and the way the Brit's body convulsed he'd achieved the same effect. He was so close to coming, and sensing Sean was tired by now, he helped him to stand erect facing the door.

Sean was taller and bent his knees a bit. Dave's thrusts increased in tempo and soon they both panted only striving for one glorious goal.

~*~

Feeling Dave pulling at his hips, Sean stood up and was then turned to face the door.As he did, he could feel the other man start to slip out, and Sean did not want that, so he bent his knees slightly and placed his hands against the door. Dave was pounding into his arse now, and it was glorious!

Sean began to thrust back against the shorter man, and with each thrust, he could feel Dave strike that spot, white-hot sparks igniting his blood.

Removing one hand from the door, Sean grasped his aching cock and began to pump furiously, striving for release, completion. With each forward thrust of Dave's hips, Sean was pushed against the door, causing it to rattle on its hinges, but he did not give a damn. All he wanted was to come, to feel the explosion of his body.

~*~

Suddenly, somebody shook the handle. Both men stopped with their hearts in their throats. The intruder soon left again. Dave licked Sean's neck and grinningly, he resumed his ministrations rebuilding the tension. The humming in his ears as blood rushed anew to deafening him. Tension. Pounding. Sean. Same flesh. One.
Letting out a strangled groan, he warned Sean he was two seconds away now.

~*~

Suddenly Sean could feel the door move under his hand; as he looked down, he saw the handle move and froze.

/Shit. Shit. Just fucking shit a ready, go away! Now, get the fuck out of here!/ Panic was beginning to set in, and when he thought he might lose it, he could hear them walk away.

Sean felt Dave start to thrust again; the interruption had not lessened his need. Pushing back harder, faster and with less rhythm, he became erratic in his movements. He knew Dave was close, so he let himself go, and erupted, his come coating his hand and the door. Thick streams of whitish, creamy liquid sliding down, making its way to the floor, leaving a trail of silvery fingers in its wake.

Collapsing against the door with a thud, Sean felt his heart jackhammer in his chest.He was exhausted, depleted, and satiated, as he had never, ever been before. Pulling his head back, he turned and captured Dave's mouth in a searing kiss of passion, trying to express his love and appreciation for what had just happened.

~*~

Sean's ring muscle began clenching and Dave closed his eyes and moaned soundlessly as he let go filling Sean with his spurts. Sean came too and exhausted they both collapsed. Shortly after Sean's lips captured Dave's.
They tried to clean up after them as well as they could. Checking each other's appearances before leaving the cramped space.

As Sean and Dave made their way back to the seats, a woman on their left reached out and touched Dave's hand. They both turned to look at her with questioning eyes.

"Yes, can I help you?" Dave inquired politely. The woman and her companion looked to be about the same age as Sean, maybe a little younger. One had the cool beauty of the Vikings, the other; her looks hinted at an exotic heritage, maybe even that of the Indians of America.

"We," hand movement indicated both women, "just wanted to welcome you and your friend to the Mile High Club."

Sean and Dave fought on who blushed the most, but the little smile in the corner of the women's mouths were that of knowing what they had just experienced and how intimately private it was at the same time.

~*~

Sean sat by the window without thinking. Dave raised an eyebrow and with a smile sat beside the older man.

"So... what are your plans next week, Sean?" Dave asked innocently. The glint in Sean's eyes was enough to make Dave squirm a little. They definitely needed to get the same hotel room as first part of plans.

Sean eyed the other man, "Well, other than getting to the hotel, I, uhm, I want to thank you for taking my mind of flying." Sean then smiled, one of his killer smiles, the one that could melt stone, and winked at Dave.

*****

THE END

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