Chapter 20 - Wing The Midway Air.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats and prepare for departure,” the clear but heavily accented voice of the flight attendant announced only a minute or two after Justin and Brian had stepped aboard the cushy private jet.
“Here. You take the window seat, Sunshine,” Brian offered, letting the younger blond man take the inside seat. “Fuck, I love being able to stretch out like this. Even first class is going to seem cheap after this.”
Brian stretched his long legs out as far as they could go and he still didn’t reach the next row of seats. Justin took the window seat and fastened his seat belt. Then he leaned to the side and rested his head against Brian’s shoulder with a sigh. He was exhausted. He hadn’t slept well in days and he didn’t want to arrive at his ‘wedding’ looking like a zombie with bags under his eyes. He was hoping that the long flight would allow him to catch up on some much needed sleep. Assuming, that is, that he could turn his brain off long enough to relax.
Brian resettled the smaller body so he could put an arm around the slender shoulders and hold Justin tight, whispering, “get some rest, Sunshine. We’ve got this. And I’ll be right here if you need me.”
Justin snuggled his head closer into Brian’s warm chest and let his eyes drift closed, trying to obey the wise directive. He had been a nervous wreck for the past several days, despite Brian doing his best to calm him down. He had been very surprised that, when Brian had called and realized how jumpy he was yesterday, the man had come home from work and done his best to help distract him with sex. It had been a very pleasant distraction too. He loved feeling so cared for and protected, and even though it hadn’t completely erased the anxiety, the gesture had been greatly appreciated.
It was things like that which made Justin wonder if there was a possibility for a real future with this complicated man. Over the past week or so they’d been happily sharing a bed and spending inordinate amounts of time together, either at home or while meeting with the FBI, and it had allowed Justin to get even more of an insight into the man who was Brian Kinney. Justin really liked what he saw too. Brian could be crass and inappropriate, but he was also scrupulously honest. He would always call people out on their bullshit, causing many to chafe under his cutting words. But he was also kind and considerate, although not in a way that most people would recognize. The mere fact that, as busy as he undoubtedly was, he would have taken time out of his day to come home early and comfort Justin was proof of that gentle, albeit hidden heart.
The starstruck young man had to admit that he'd already more than halfway fallen for the guy; and now they were going to fly 4,500 miles to playact their wedding? It was no wonder that Justin was freaking out a little. Justin had no illusions that this ‘marriage’ was anything more than a way to get both of them out from under Aleksi Kasmar’s machinations. Yes, he knew that logically. The problem was that his heart and his body hadn’t caught up to his logical brain yet.
His body thrilled every single time Brian touched him. Even a casual brush of one of Brian’s big hands across his shoulder in passing was enough to hotwire every nerve ending and make his heart race. Justin had been with a lot of guys over the years, but he didn’t remember ever being as physically attracted to anyone as he was to Brian Kinney. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Of course Brian was handsome, but then so were some of the other guys he’d been with. And he was attractive in other ways; he was talented, successful, generous, and caring. But there had to be something more there, because Justin hadn’t found himself practically swooning at the mere appearance of any of his equally exceptional prior lovers. There was just something about Brian that Justin couldn’t get enough of.
They hadn’t talked about whatever this thing was that was growing between them, of course, but Justin suspected that Brian was feeling something similar. Listening to Brian’s friends talking about him, Justin didn’t think Brian treated other men he’d fucked the way he treated Justin. And there was also the fact that, as far as Justin knew, other than the backroom blowjobs that night at Babylon, Brian hadn’t been with anyone but him since he had landed in Pittsburgh. That had to mean something, right?
He hoped it meant that Brian was beginning to have similarly special feelings for him. Justin didn’t know how to bring up the topic, though, even if the opportunity to have such a serious discussion had arisen. Brian wasn’t much on talking at the best of times, and things had been so insanely busy the past week while they were getting ready for the trip to Split, that it wasn’t surprising they hadn’t found the time to say the words. But when the man was holding him, and looking at him the way he had the night before when Brian was trying to calm him down . . . Well, Justin had always dreamed of having someone look at him that way.
Justin could always dream. And Brian Kinney certainly was a catch. A catch that Justin Taylor would be very willing to make, if he were being honest with himself, even though he had no idea what that would look like.
“Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Kinney,” a female voice said, and Justin tried to block it out, refusing to open his eyes or relinquish his comfortable spot nestled in Brian’s arms.
Unfortunately, that voice brought back to mind their current situation. They were only on this luxurious plane because they were being whisked back to Croatia, where he was supposed to meet with Aleksi Kacmar in a little over fourteen hours. It was no wonder he’d been so caught up in worrying about his upcoming meeting with Aleksi that he hadn’t had time to figure out whatever was going on with Brian. Maybe it was for the best that he put off any discussion with Brian about their relationship until all the rest of this craziness was over.
Despite having gone over the ‘plan’ with Cara, Greg, and Azaria - the FBI Agent standing in for Daphne on this trip - at least a dozen times, Justin was still unsure of himself. He was only just barely twenty-one and had led a fairly sheltered life until recently. How the hell was he, Justin Taylor, going to be any match for the leader of an international crime ring who had been eluding the FBI and Interpol for longer than Justin had been alive? It was nuts to think this would work.
The worst part of it all was that, no matter that Brian promised he would be there for him, he really wouldn’t be. At least not most of the time. Brian couldn’t be there with him when he was meeting with Aleksi. To make matters even worse, they didn’t really even have a good handle on where or when this supposed meeting would be taking place because that part of the plan depended on Aleksi. Justin was hoping that the meeting could be somewhere outside at least, so that he wouldn’t feel so trapped. And that way the FBI or Interpol could have someone close enough nearby to protect him. Unfortunately, a lot of what was supposed to happen over the next couple of days would just be them improvising as best they could and Justin wasn’t great with improvising. He was the kind of person who liked to have a good, solid, well-rehearsed plan; something that seemed impossible in the present situation.
Thoughts about Aleksi had him feeling too antsy to continue with his attempts to sleep, so he reluctantly opened his eyes again and sat up. He could see Cara and Greg sitting in the row of seats in front of him. They looked calm and collected, not at all put out by the idea of the danger they were flying into. He craned his neck around and saw Brian’s friend Michael and Michael’s husband Ben sitting in the row immediately behind him. Michael caught his eye and glared rudely back at Justin. He gave the jealous little POS a facetious smile in return but otherwise ignored the man. Azaria was, he presumed, seated in the last row, along with Beks, although he couldn’t see them over the backs of the intervening seats. And that was it. That was their entire posse. It was the six of them - eight if you counted Michael and Ben, which he didn’t - against an entire organized crime family. Ugh.
Everything that had to be said had already been said before they left the firehouse that morning. Justin had been advised that they would need to be very careful of everything that was said in the limo and on the plane; they had no illusions that the spaces they’d be in for the rest of this trip would be free of listening devices. From here on out they just had to play their roles and hope it all worked out.
Not that Justin really minded playing the role of a newly engaged couple with Brian.
He looked down at the hand he’d laid against Brian’s chest and broke out into a smile at the beautiful engagement ring he saw there. It was a gorgeous, brushed-platinum band, rather narrow yet still masculine, with a delicate engraving around the edge that could be felt rather than seen, and an inlaid, square-cut sapphire that Brian had mentioned matched his eyes. Brian had the exact same ring except for the gemstone, which was a ruby.
Brian had surprised him with the rings that morning right before they’d left for the airport. He’d said it was just so Aleksi would believe the ruse, insisting that they had to do everything the way it would be if this wedding were real or it might give them away. But, if that were the only justification, then why had Brian also purchased the matching plain platinum wedding bands that went with the set? And why had he kissed Justin so sweetly after putting the ring on his finger, insisting that Justin do the same with the larger engagement ring that fit perfectly on Brian’s own finger?
He reached across his body with his right hand and immediately found the coolness of the metal ring on Brian’s left hand. Brian’s arm tightened slightly in a sort of one-armed hug. Justin interlaced their fingers together. Yeah, it was no wonder he was feeling confused by all the mixed signals going on.
“I’m happy to report we’ve been cleared for take off, Ladies and Gentlemen,” the flight attendant announced just then, adding all the usual safety warnings, “Please make sure your seat belts are fastened . . .”
Justin was distracted for the next half hour or so by the standard busyness that happened at the start of any flight. After take off, the attendant came and got their drink orders and then almost immediately served them a sumptuous breakfast. It was clear that Aleksi didn’t skimp on the catering for his private plane. The rest of their travel companions got up and moved around the cabin after that, chatting and pretending to be all enthusiastic about the upcoming nuptials, just like a real wedding party would be. Justin really liked the agent playing his best friend and soon-to-be Maid of Honor, and he and Azaria spent a little time scrolling through pictures on Justin’s phone so that she could ooh and ahh over the accommodations at the Princess Mia resort, just like a real best friend would. Justin kind of regretted the fact that Daphne wasn’t there with him, doing all these wedding planning things with him, until he remembered it wasn’t real. Then he got anxious all over again and abandoned Azaria in favor of getting up to pace around the small space.
“Enough, Mikey!” he heard Brian say as he neared the spot where his ‘finance’ was sitting at a table near the back of the plane with Michael and Ben. “If you don’t want to be here and celebrate with us, we’ll put you on a plane home the minute we land to refuel in Madrid.”
“I didn’t say that, Brian. I just don’t understand why you’re doing this. It doesn’t make any sense,” the belligerent man said, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl plastered across his face.
They’d introduced Michael and Ben to Cara, Greg, and Azaria that morning after the limo had stopped to pick up the last two members of the wedding party. They’d told him that Cara was Brian’s cousin, who had just happened to be in the city and had insisted on coming along to represent the Kinney side of the family seeing as Brian didn’t get along with his mother or sister. Michael had looked at Brian strangely, and Justin had been afraid that he was going to blow the whole enterprise up then and there. If it hadn’t been for Ben, politely extending his hand to Cara in order to introduce himself, effectively shutting up Michael’s impending spate of questions, they’d have been screwed. Instead, Michael had just sat and silently stewed, glaring angrily at Justin the entire rest of the ride to the airport as if all of this was solely the blond’s fault somehow.
It seemed like Michael was still not satisfied with any of the explanations he’d been given. “This is just all way too sudden, Brian,” Michael continued his rant, now speaking loudly enough that everyone in the plane was forced to listen to him whine. “I mean, what do you even know about this guy? Do you even know his real name? A week ago you were introducing him as ‘Youstin’ and you said he didn’t speak any English and all of a sudden this morning you tell me that it was all a big misunderstanding and he spoke English the whole time and his real name is ‘Justin’? That’s fucking nuts, if you ask me. And you’re telling me you still want to MARRY this loser who lied to you for the last two weeks? You have to be crazy to believe whatever shit story he’s feeding you, Brian.”
“I told you to drop it, Mikey,” Brian hissed, moving close enough that he was towering over the substantially shorter brunet. “Justin and I talked about why he wasn’t forthcoming when he first arrived and I’m satisfied with his justification. It doesn’t matter that you don’t believe him. You’re not the one marrying him. I am. And nothing you say is going to change that. So, if you can’t be happy for me, and accept Justin, then you should just go back home.”
“I’m not going home and just leaving you here with some gold digger who’s got his hooks in you, Brian. I’m telling you, something just isn’t right with this guy. He’s up to no good,” Michael said, pointing incriminatingly at Justin. “And, since nobody else here seems willing to tell you to your face that you’re making a mistake - not even your ‘cousin’ - who, by the way, I’ve never met before . . .”
Luckily, his complaints were halted when Beks - who’d been sitting off by herself this entire time pretending she didn’t really know any of them - leapt out of her seat and grabbed Michael by the elbow, her fingers so tight that Justin could see the skin on Michael’s arm going white under her grip, as she towed him aside.
“Mr. Novotny. Could I please speak with you for a moment,” she said, her voice sounding far less amenable than her words.
Justin watched as the lawyer pulled Michael towards the front of the plane and into the little nook where the flight attendant prepared their meals and drinks. The people left in the main cabin of the plane could hear furious whispering but it was impossible to make out the words. Justin was glad they’d decided to bring Beks along with them on this trip, if only to have her play interference with Michael. Beks had sold her inclusion in the party by telling Kacmar that she didn’t trust Taylor and thought it might be beneficial to her client if she tagged along on the flight just to keep an eye on the man that Aleksi wanted to ‘employ’ for this project. Privately, the thought had been that she’d have better access to Aleksi’s inner sanctum than any of the rest of them and might be able to plant some bugs in places the rest of them might not be invited into. But her secondary task, of keeping Michael from spilling the beans under the guise of convincing him this was all part of Aleksi’s ‘plan’ to save Brian by taking out the ‘dangerous’ Justin, was already proving to be more than helpful.
“Fuck this,” Brian grumbled, clearly fed up after dealing with Michael’s unending jealousy and suspicions yet again. “I think we deserve a time out, Sunshine.”
Without bothering to wait for any kind of response, Brian had practically dragged Justin towards the back of the plane where there was a small office walled off from the rest of the main cabin. Justin didn’t resist even a little bit. He was more than ready for some private Brian time himself. Especially if it meant that he could be alone with his man and away from Michael Novotny.
“We’re going to need to be quiet, Brian,” Justin commented as Brian closed and locked the door behind them.
“Why? I don’t really care if they hear us,” Brian responded, already pushing Justin up against the wall next to the door in order to brush against Justin’s ready lips. “Especially Michael. Maybe if he hears us fucking he’ll finally get a clue and realize that he could never - and will never - be what he wants to be to me.”
Justin might have continued to argue but Brian had already taken Justin’s lips in a deep possessive kiss that left him light-headed. Before Justin could offer any more cautions, Brian started stripping him, kissing and lightly biting as each piece of clothing was removed. Justin tried to at least slow the wandering hands down, but it was like trying to fight off a very determined octopus, all of whose appendages were intent on getting Justin naked as quickly as possible.
“Brian, what if there are cameras in here?” Justin whispered, trying to look around as if he’d be able to see the hidden cameras which, by definition, would be hidden.
“Well, then, Aleksi will find out exactly what he’s missing,” Brian whispered back, shrugging his shoulders.
Justin decided Brian was right. What the fuck, right? He resolved to put everything out of his mind except what Brian was doing to him, right then, right there.
Brian proceeded to clear everything off the desk with one heedless sweep of his hand and then laid Justin down across the empty surface. Then he knelt on the floor and pulled the blond’s ass even with the edge. Grabbing the supplies out of his pants pocket he set them next to his leg so they’d be ready when he needed them. With a firm grip, Brian folded his blond in half, pushing his legs up and out with his forearms. Then he put a hand on each of Justin’s ass cheeks and held them apart as he blew lightly on the still tight hole. Justin shuddered and moaned.
“Fuck, I love the way you’re always so responsive, Sunshine,” Brian said.
Before Justin could even react, Brian’s very wet, stiff tongue pushed its way into Justin’s needy hole. Fuck, Justin loved being rimmed so damn much. Especially when it was Brian doing the rimming.
Between applications of his tongue, Brian would moan out the filthiest things, each word going straight to Justin’s already hard dick. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into you again. Look at you, Sunshine. You’re so tight and wet and needy. You want my cock, don’t you? Yeah, I know you do, you dirty little boy . . .”
Brian kept stabbing into Justin, using his tongue to stretch and tease the blond. Brian knew Justin was a sucker for a good rimming and always lost his shit when Brian did it. Which, apparently, was exactly what he intended; it seemed like Brian wanted Justin to make as much noise as humanly possible. So he kept up the tantalizing licking, nibbling, and caressing until Justin was a moaning, groaning mess.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Let it out. Let them all hear you,” Brian encouraged. “I want everyone on this plane to know exactly how much fun we’re having in here. Especially Michael.” He did this swirling thing with his tongue that caused Justin to whimper even louder and then laughed approvingly. “I’m tired of Michael’s ridiculous possessiveness. It’s time for him to realize that he’s never going to be the man I want in my life or my bed.”
When Brian had Justin so close that the blond was squirming on the slick desktop, he paused long enough to warm some lube on his fingers, then used those long digits to finish stretching him. By that point Justin was writhing and chanting Brian’s name. Brian rolled on a condom and stood up, smiling down on Justin with a self-satisfied grin. He seemed proud to have attained the effect he’d been going for.
“The only one I want in my bed these days, Sunshine, is you,” he said in that silky, sex-drenched voice that always made something in Justin’s gut lurch.
Then the sex-god that was Brian Kinney, wrapped the strong, softly furred legs of the blond around his waist and lined up his cock with the hot, wet hole. Justin was so close that his ass was already clenching as Brian pushed in. Putting his hands behind Justin’s shoulders, Brian pulled him up for a kiss as he tried not to slam in too hard. Their lips met in a teeth jarring kiss and Justin felt his hard-as-nails cock caught between their naked bodies. He moaned again, even louder than before, and then gave up caring about how noisy he was being.
Brian, likewise, seemed to have given up caring what he was saying or how loud he was saying it as the sentiments he was spouting started sounding a little too exuberant for the usually reticent stud. “Fucking you, Justin, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s so fucking good. I don’t ever want to give this up, Sunshine. Never. I just want to. Keep. Fucking. You. Forever. And Ever. And. Ever . . .”
Both of them were moaning and sweating by that point and the surface of the desk had become slick enough that every one of Brian’s thrusts almost pushed him off the far edge. Justin’s cock was trapped between them and getting the benefit of rubbing against both their stomach muscles. It was exquisite. And the smell of the two of them, their mixed sweat and the tang of sex that pervaded the air, was a pure aphrodesiac. Brian began to pummel into Justin so hard that he had to curl his hands around the edge of the desk to prevent himself from launching into space. It was passionate and animalistic and the absolute BEST distraction Justin could have ever asked for.
Very soon - too soon for Justin’s taste - both men were shouting the other’s name as their bodies electrified. They came together once again and then the trembling started; Justin wasn’t sure which of them began shaking first, but it seemed contagious because once the one started, the other followed. Before long they were convulsing together in a dance of lust that finally unloosened Justin’s grip and caused them both to finally slide off the desk and onto the floor in a thump. Not that either of them cared at that point since they’d both seemingly left their bodies.
They laid there for quite a while, holding each other and waiting to come down from their orgasmic high. Brian eventually roused enough to grab a towel he’d seen sitting on a little shelf next to the desk and cleaned them off as much as he could. They took their time getting dressed, chuckling together between kisses and tender touches, not exactly eager to go back and join the others on their trip. If only they could just stay hidden in this small room forever.