Layover

Erotic short. A flight steward meets up with a pilot for a quick rendezvous.

Silly little erotic short! Cis M/M, rated E, 1.1k. Casual safe sex, gentle sex, lots of laughter and teasing, and some biting and kissing.

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“How long’s our layover?” asked Matthew as they came down the corridor into the terminal, and Zach laughed, glancing over at him.

“Is your fucking watch broken again?”

Matthew looked miserably down at the delicate chain-linked watch on his wrist, his lips twisted in a frown. “I think it’s the air pressure.”

“That’s your third this year, babe,” said Zach, holding up his pass as they went past the desk. “We’re here three hours, you’ve got an hour and a half until we meet back up.”

“Right,” said Matthew.

“You want me to put a call out over the tannoy for you?”

Matthew glanced at him, lips parting. “Could you?”

Zach tried not to laugh, squeezing his shoulder and shifting his satchel over his shoulder as he turned off down the corridor, heading down to one of the crew lounges.

“That’s not a Cyan Air uniform,” said a flight attendant as he scanned a card at the lounge door, but her expression was wry, and he winked at her.

“It’s okay,” said Zach. “I’ll get out of it right away.”

Her heard her laugh as he let the door shut closed, dipping into the little trio of rooms that Cyan Air kept for their crew — this shit was fucking unheard of, but Cyan was a fancy little charter line, and it came with perks Zach was more than willing to avail of.

“Good evening, Captain,” said Zach as he came into the darkened room, and immediately fell onto the little cot.

“Good evening,” purred Lockhart, and caught his mouth in a kiss. He’d stripped out of his uniform and was only in a shirt and his briefs, but he was very warm, and his body was soft and yielding under Zach’s hands. Zach slid his palms over the surface of Lockhart’s belly, up to his chest, and laughed when Lockhart giggled breathlessly and spread his legs further apart.

Lockhart let Zach control the kiss, let Zach press him down into the mattress, and Zach reached down between his legs, palming over his half-hard cock and then squeezing once he found it, laughing when Lockhart grunted and arched up into the touch.

“You been waiting for me?”

“No, I was actually trying to get some rest before my next flight,” murmured Lockhart, moaning lowly when Zach squeezed his cock again through his briefs. “But for some reason, I’ve been interrupted — by a man with a stolen keycard, no less.”

“Oh, this isn’t stolen,” said Zach. “This was bestowed on me.”

Lockhart laughed. “Bestowed?” he repeated, and gently smacked Zach’s arse, so lightly he could barely even feel it. “Oh, well, I do apologise, if it was bestowed, I haven’t got a leg to stand on.”

Zach wasn’t wearing his blazer, had toed off his slip-on shoes as he’d come into the room, and now he undid the button on his suit pants, leaning into the other man to shimmy out of them.

“No underwear?”

“These pants are tight, don’t want to ruin the first-class view with my panty line,” said Zach, and Lockhart started laughing underneath him, although the laugh suddenly tapered off into something more awed and breathless as he reached between Zach’s legs and found the plug in his arse.

“You flew with that?” he demanded in a scandalised, overexcited hiss, and Zach hummed as he nudged Lockhart’s hand aside and tugged it out himself, pulling the condom out of his breast pocket after he’d dropped the plug aside. Lockhart let out a reedy, desperate noise as Zach rolled the condom down. “You’re such a whore.”

“If I’m a whore, why don’t you pay me?” demanded Zach, and Lockhart almost whined as Zach lowered himself down, feeling Lockhart open him up. Lockhart was a funny man, he really was — he was good-looking, in Zach’s opinion, but he was shy and insecure about his weight and his thinning hair, but his cock —

His cock was big, bigger than it had any right to be when the man it belonged to was a mousy little man who was most confident when he was speaking over the cabin address and no one could look at him, and Zach sighed to himself as he bottomed out, feeling the wonderful weight and thickness inside him.

“Maybe I should pay you,” mumbled Lockhart, cheeks red, and Zach laughed, leaning in and brushing his lips over the curve of Lockhart’s jaw, down the side of his neck. As he ghosted over the skin with his mouth open, exhaling hotly, Lockhart squirmed underneath him, thrusting his hips up and into Zach’s, and when Zach bit down at the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking a mark into place, Lockhart actually whimpered.

“You could pay me,” Zach agreed, and then laughed out another moan as Lockhart’s hot palms went up under his shirt, squeezing his belly and his sides. “Or you could just fuck me.”

In the dark, Zach saw Lockhart press his lips together, looking up at him seriously, and then he felt himself rolled over.

If Lockhart was a different sort of man, this would be the moment where he shoved Zach’s hands over his hand and pinned them in place, maybe even put his palm or the side of his forearm over Zach’s mouth to keep him from crying out, or even put a hand over his throat.

Lockhart was, of course, not a different sort of man: he was precisely the man he was, and that meant that even though he encouraged Zach’s legs to wrap round his waist, even as he sped the movement of his hips and fucked into him hard, he put his hands either side of Zach’s head to keep from holding him too tightly, to keep from hurting him by accident — as if he could.

“Captain Lockhart,” said Zach.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Peter?”

“Captain’s hotter,” complained Zach, and Lockhart gave him a stern look that made him shiver, although he knew it wouldn’t go anywhere.

Lockhart was gentle by definition, and while Zach knew he was more than capable of throwing a limp body over his shoulder and carrying him in a fireman’s lift (Zach had had the undisputed pleasure of watching Lockhart and his crew run through a flight safety procedure, and Lockhart was fast and efficient), he didn’t like to be rough in bed. He was a good fuck, but vanilla to a fault.

“What, Zach?”

“Kiss me?” asked Zach, rising his eyebrows and pouting out his lips a little, and Lockhart chuckled breathlessly, but did, even as he leaned in closer so that Zach’s cock was trapped between their bellies, making him choke out a moan into Lockhart’s mouth.

“You really don’t like when I call you Captain?”

“I just wonder how far the fetish goes, that’s all,” said Lockhart. “Will you come if I say, Thank you for flying Cyan Air?”

Zach started laughing, unable not to, and it must have felt good because it made Lockhart grunt and then fuck him harder.